Free Pema's Storm: Rowan Sisters' Trilogy Book 1 by Brenda Trim, Tami Julka, Amanda Fitzpatrick

his lips that were craving a taste of her.
    “Yes, for you…please…” she trailed off, thrashing her head back and forth and lifting her hips seeking more from his touch. Anxious to see her lost to his ministrations, he sank one, then two, fingers into her core while his thumb found her clit.
    He returned his mouth to her breasts and licked and nipped her flesh. She gasped his name and began riding his hand fervently. When she was close to orgasm, he pulled back and stilled his movements.
    “You’re killing me,” she complained. “Make me come or fuck me now,” she begged in an urgent tone.
    “Not yet, I need your honey.” She had no idea how desperate he was to lick and suck her sweet juices. His cock had a mind all its own, needing her cream to coat every inch of its length as he pounded her into the mattress.
    Later, he promised himself, right now he was anxious for her cream to flow down his throat. He lifted his head and spread her legs wide while he knelt on the bed and lifted her bottom in his hands. The firm globes filled his palms. He playfully bit her silky ass before he leaned back, staring at her. She was fucking perfect.
    Before he knew what was happening, she had quickly sat up and ripped his shirt off his body, throwing it to the floor. Oh, he liked how aggressive his female was. Wait, his ? He shook his head even as he laughed out loud, he wasn’t going there.
    His mind may still be reeling from what had happened with Claire, but he had been obsessed with Pema for the past twenty-four hours and he needed her. Pema had almost died. He clasped her to him, relishing her racing heart as a reminder that she was alive. He had no idea what he was going to do about Claire, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from enjoying this moment with Pema. She was naked and beautiful and wanted him.
    He slid his hands around her waist and laid his body over the top of hers. He groaned at the feel of his bare chest pressed against her front. Her legs fell open and she gave herself to him, trusting him with her body.
    She ran her hands over his chest, gripping his pecs. “Mmmm, you feel so damn good. Your hair is silky-soft and making me crazy. Get inside me now!”
    “No, love.” He went to his knees again and knew this was how she deserved to have her male…on his knees, worshipping her perfection.
    Her arousal perfumed the air around them. Patience was lost on him and he squeezed her ass. His bear was clamoring to claim her ass and show her that she was his. Not the thought he wanted at that moment, and he shook it off. The pent up lust from being denied yesterday was messing with his head. Time to remedy that.
    “Oh, Ronan,” she cried out.
    He spread the flesh at the apex of her thighs and licked from her opening all the way to her nether hole where he teased her. She shuddered with pleasure. He knew then and there his bear wouldn’t have to wait long.
    He remembered stocking the room and jumped up and grabbed the jar of honey he had placed among the other implements. His co-workers had laughed at him for putting honey with the ball-gags and lubricant, but he had told them that many species liked treats added to their sexual play. He was glad he had followed instinct and left the jar there.
    He stalked back to the bed and met her half-lidded eyes. He flipped the cap then drizzled it between her succulent folds before he sat down and positioned his body between her legs. Her arousal combined with the honey glistened in the dim, overhead lighting. He ran his finger through her slit, teasing her pulsing clit before tracing back to her core.
    He fingered her pussy then continued further to tease her anus. “Do you shave, baby?” He had never had a female who was bare, but he loved having nothing in the way of sampling her arousal. Her scent called to him and he licked one long path from her core to her throbbing clit. She tasted of strawberries and honey, and now, he was ravenous.
    “Goddess,” she