Free Redemption: Montana Wolves, Book Three (Montana Wolves series 3) by Chloe Cole

her eyes drift close, blocking out the stars twinkling above to focus on the sensations coursing through her.
    "That feels so good," she murmured, arching her back as the heat of his tongue swirled around her nipples.
    He tightened his grip on her hips and she moaned, loving the feel of his bridled strength. It was there. The full measure of it, right under the surface, and suddenly, more than anything, she wanted to feel it. All of it.
    "Don't hold back for me." It wasn't a request. It was a demand. “I won't break, Billy. Please."
    He released her breast and lifted his head to meet her gaze. His eyes were like two glittering chips of emerald and his voice was guttural.
    "Are you sure?"
    Tuck and roll, straight down the rabbit hole.
    "I'm sure."
    And what had been a sensual dance...a sultry, winding path to ecstasy, became a battle. He jerked her upward, into his arms, using his immense power to hold her aloft, to make her wrap her legs around his waist for purchase. His cock pulsed and kicked against her pubic bone, and the increased pressure alone was almost enough to—
    "I need to see you," he muttered through gritted teeth. "Fall back. I won't let you go under."
    She didn't hesitate, letting her muscles relax, lowering herself into the water until she floated on her back, anchored by his steadying hands and her thighs around his hips.
    The water sent her hair flowing and moving around her, brushing her shoulders and tangling over her breasts to catch on her nipples.
    "You look like a fucking mermaid. Jesus, I will never forget the way you look right now."
    A second later, her hips were free and he urged her to float completely, to let her legs spread wide as he helped her stay afloat by cupping both cheeks of her ass and then stepping between her thighs.
    Slowly, he drifted her backward, to the opposite edge of the pool and she started in surprise as her back bumped against another underwater shelf.
    When she peered up at him, she realized that his whole focus was on the apex of her thighs. He looked hungry...starving, and every nerve-ending in her body lit up in anticipation.
    She wriggled until her back was supported by the smooth stone beneath her, and shivered as some of her skin was exposed to the cold. Her suffering was blessedly short, because a second later, he growled her name and was on her. All hot mouth and lashing tongue. It was no gentle exploration. He wanted to eat her alive, and she nearly died from the pleasure of it.
    "Billy," she groaned as the undulating water worked in tandem with his mouth, like twin tongues caressing her needy center. He closed his lips tight over her clit and sucked, and it was all she could do not to scream as shudders wracked her now fevered body.
    He murmured his pleasure at her reaction and dug his fingers deep into the cheeks of her ass, grinding her closer, pressing his face into her until the pleasure became so intense, the need to come so overwhelming, a scream began to build in her chest.
    Billy tore his mouth away long enough to peer up at her with almost preternaturally green eyes and mutter, "You taste so fucking good," before diving back in, working that throbbing bundle of nerves with his tongue until she began to tug at his hair and thrust her hips restlessly.
    She needed to stop him or slow down, before—
    "I want to come with you inside me," she managed on a gasp, trying to ward off the impending climax that, even now, was threatening to drag her under. "Please Billy, I need—"
    What did she need? To be connected with him. To look in his eyes and see his want, to know he was as far gone as she was.
    He straightened, water sluicing over his thickly muscled shoulders, and met her gaze. "Yes."
    “Protection?” she groaned, the rawness of her voice shocking her. She waited for the shame to come…but it never did.
    “My kind is immune to disease like that and pregnancy is only an issue if we choose it to be.”
    “Oh, thank god,” she whimpered.
    She shook