Free Goal: A Mate (Bachelor Auction #2) by Selena Illyria Page A

repeated the action on the other side, switching from one cheek to the other until he couldn’t take it anymore. The sounds she made, the warmth of her skin, the scent of her need, all drove him to his next move.
    “Turn around.” His voice was hoarse. The wolf was howling to be let loose. “Not yet,” he told it. “She has to be driven to that point too.”
    She did a half turn, going slow, drawing out each movement before turning to face him.
    Standing next to her, blocking the light, he could only see an outline of her body and a few features. “Stay here,” he said.
    He flicked on the lamps one by one. Once they were all on, the room was bathed in a warm glow. He only wished that there was a fire in the grate. That would really set the atmosphere. Later.
    He returned to her, finding her massaging her breasts until the points stood out. Unable to resist, he bent down and took a hardened nub between his teeth, tugging on the peak and sucking it into his mouth.
    She sifted her fingers into his hair, holding him there. He teased and tormented the nub until she whimpered and begged him to fuck her. He released the tip with a pop, showed the other side the same attention, and then kissed his way down her stomach. She wiggled against his mouth, her hand urged him further down, but he resisted the push.
    Once on his knees, he paused to take in the sight. A thin strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair was the only thing to adorn her mound. Here, her secret scent was more pungent. He pressed opened mouth kisses over her bare skin and down the front of her thighs before burying his head between her legs. He lapped up her moisture before paying tribute to her sex with slow licks that traced the seam and flicked over her distended clit. She groaned and gripped his hair tighter, rocking her hips against his mouth. He pulled back and gave her vulva a light slap.
    She yelped and jumped as moisture trickled out of her pussy. He lapped it up before he went back to work.
    “Please, Bran, please. More.” Her pleas came out as breathy whispers that amped up his desire. He wanted to push her closer to the edge.
    He used his thumbs to part her thickened petals and traced his tongue around her dripping entrance before dipping inside. Her inner walls tightened around the tip, trying to draw it further in. Brandon only teased her more by circling his tongue around the ring of muscle at the entrance and then retreating. He rounded her thickened button, flicked the sensitive head. With each pass, he changed up the rhythm, going slow on some passes and quick on others, making sure she didn’t get used to anything.
    He devoured her sex, memorizing it, taking in every shift of her weight, each movement of her legs, the sound she made as he pushed her to orgasm. Her musk became his air, her body heat his atmosphere, her presence his anchor. His world was her.
    When she came too close, he turned his attention to her inner thighs, marking the sensitive flesh with firm bites and nips, making sure that his teeth made indentions that could be both felt and seen later.
    When she had calmed down enough, he went back to tormenting her clit. She rode his mouth as his name became a chant, a plea, and a curse on her lips. Her fingers had a death grip on his hair, and he was sure in one lost moment that she’d yank a hank or two out, but he didn’t care. His sole mission was her pleasure. His purpose in life was to give her whatever her heart desired. She was his mate and her happiness was the sole goal of him and his wolf.
    “Brandon, dear Goddess, please .”
    He gazed up her body to see tears sparkling down her cheeks. With a growl, he slipped one finger into her sopping core. Her vaginal muscles rippled around that one digit, clinging to it as if her very life depended on it. He dragged it out so slowly and then pushed it in again before allowing a second to join the first, then a third, prepping her for his cock.
    “Yes, Brandon, Goddess. Yes, please,