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

more,” she begged.
    He stilled, letting his fingers do the work for him. When he felt her on the edge, he took her clit between his lips and scraped the head with the edge of his teeth. She broke apart above him.
    That did it for him. He released the tender bundle of nerves and got to his feet. His cock throbbed against the tight confines of his jeans, fit to burst. He scooped her up once again and speed-walked to the kitchen where he placed her onto the counter before ripping open his fly with harsh tugs. Once the zipper was open, he dipped into his pants and released his pulsating shaft.
    She brushed aside his hand, licked her palm, and stroked him, squeezing just below his head, then stroked him from head to root and back again. He reached behind him and took out his wallet. He slipped out the two condoms he’d placed in there before he’d picked her up from her office. Brandon tore open one packet, rolled the prophylactic over his shaft, threw down the empty envelope, and took hold of his cock to guide it toward her entrance.
    Her heat kissed the flared crown as he pushed forward, sinking into her tight sheath. For a moment, he stilled and his eyes fluttered shut to savor this moment. This was a first for them, but this wouldn’t be the last time, he was sure of that. He sunk further into her. Her vaginal walls clutched him tight. Each thrust of his hips and withdrawal pushed him closer to release.
    She slipped her hands into his hair once more and brought his head down to hers taking a deep, slow kiss. Their tongues mimicked their lovemaking as she rocked her hips against his, meeting each of his drives with ones of her own.
    Their skin slickened as the slow buildup of pressure reached its crest. Her nipples rasped against his chest and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him tighter to her body. One of her free hands lifted his jacket and shirt to dance along his bare skin. He felt the wolf’s claws rake his back, marking him as her territory. His cock flexed inside of her as pain melded into blinding pleasure until he couldn’t tell the two apart.
    She pulled her head back, and he lowered his forehead to rest against hers.
    “Mine,” she growled, as she moved his shirt and coat back to expose his shoulder. Before he could respond, she moved her head and bit down on the muscle, holding onto it as he felt her tightening around his shaft. Her muffled cry reached his ears just as he felt the pressure burst. It started in his balls, going down to his feet and back up to buzz around his head. The wave crested over and over as he shot jets of cum into the barrier.
    He moaned her name, too lost in the pleasure to act. The wolf’s howl from within rattled his body, reminding him of his duty as her mate, but the moment was lost. He’d already come, and she wasn’t naked. There was no skin to mark. Next time.
    He placed tender kisses on the top of her head. “Mine,” he whispered.
    “Yours,” she murmured back.
    He pulled back and his spent cock slipped out of her warmth. Brandon didn’t waste the moment, but crouched down and lapped up her release, tasting salty sweetness and the tang of musk. She moaned and squirmed but didn’t ask for another round. He stood up, disposed of the condom, and helped her down to her feet, only to pick her up once more.
    “You know I can walk, right? Barely, but I can do it.” She laid her head against his chest as they made their way down the hallway.
    “Don’t care. I love feeling you in my arms. Makes this real.” He laid her down on the bed and went about undressing her.
    “This is just the beginning. Happy birthday.” She shrugged out of her blouse, unhooked her bra, and handed it to him.
    “Thank you, my mate.” He paused to kiss her once more before going into the bathroom to undress himself. After a quick cleanup, he came back and wiped her down with a wet cloth.
    She yawned. “Will shower later.” Kelly crawled under the covers, leaving his side open.