Free Bear Reign (Alpha Guardians Book 7) by Vivian Wood Page A

her legs. He caressed her legs as he spread her thighs, exploring her dampness with long, lazy licks of his hot tongue. When he closed his lips over her clit, Sophie writhed, too carried away with her hunger to be embarrassed by the brazen rocking of her hips.
    Just as her body was tightening, her release moments away, he pulled back and favored her with a hungry look.
    “Tease,” she accused, biting her lip.
    “I want to feel you come around me,” he said, pulling up the hem of his shirt to take it off and tossing it aside, revealing miles of incredible, perfectly sculpted muscle.
    “Damn, you are so sexy,” she told him, reaching out and running her hands down his tanned chest, hooking her thumbs in the twin dips of muscle at each hip bone.
    She looked up and met his gaze as she unbuttoned his jeans, undressing him with artful slowness. She dragged his tight navy boxer briefs off, sucking in a little breath of anticipation when she saw his full, naked glory.
    He was huge . Long, thick, and perfect. Her fingers were encircling his girth before she knew it, exploring him in the same languid strokes he’d used to pleasure her with his tongue. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his legs, taking his length in her fist and leaning down to swirl her tongue around the thick crown.
    “Sophie, fuck ,” he gritted out, brushing the hair back from her face. “You’re killing me, I swear.”
    She gave him a mischievous smile before positioning herself to take him deeper, moaning with pleasure when he cried out her name again. Every muscle in his body stood in stark relief; Ephraim seemed to vibrate with his need for release.
    All too soon, though, he was pulling her away.
    “Damn if I’m going to spend in your throat, no matter how lovely this mouth might be,” he said, his dirty talk making her blush. It was silly, given the intimacy of their positions, but Ephraim made her blood race in new and exciting ways.
    Sophie let Ephraim drag her up his body, accepting his kiss as he positioned himself at her entrance. She sat up, letting her breasts thrust out, enjoying the look of male appreciation on his face. He lifted her, ready to bring their bodies together
    He froze for a second.
    “I… I haven’t considered birth control in at least fifty years,” he admitted, pulling her down so that he could nuzzle her neck, cup her breast absently.
    “It’s taken care of,” Sophie said, kissing his lips, hungry for more of him. “Modern miracles of science and all.”
    “Thank the gods,” he muttered, leaning up to give the tip of her breast an appreciative nip.
    “Fuck me, already,” Sophie said, giving him an answering bite on his lower lip.
    He arched a brow but didn’t protest, lifting her and bringing her core flush to the head of his cock. Just as he would have started to push in, he paused again.
    “Mmm… wrong position,” he said, an evil smile on his face.
    Sophie opened her mouth to protest, but just that quickly Ephraim was flipping her over. Face down, ass up, knees spread wide. When he positioned himself and filled her in one deep, nerve-frying thrust, she cried out and clutched at the covers.
    “Ephraim, yes!”
    He gripped her hips hard as he thrust into her again and again, slowing to slap her ass cheek hard, and then picking up speed again. Sophie went over the edge of some unknowable sensation, her face pressed into the comforter. She knew nothing, saw nothing, had nothing in her life except the feeling of Ephraim as he worked her body hard.
    Her breasts tightened to the point of near pain, her whole body felt heavy and full and needy. She was so, so close but she couldn’t quite let go, not without him.
    She wanted so, so badly to feel him lose control, feel him come in her. That thought alone almost pushed her to the breaking point, but she held on.
    Her throat ached, but she couldn’t hear her own cries of pleasure. When Ephraim’s clever fingers slid around her hip and down her thigh,