Free Bella's Wolves by Stacey Espino Page B

into the thick cord of muscle where his shoulder met his neck. The same instant as his blood hit her tongue, her body detonated in a blinding release. She cried out, enough to scare off any lurking animals in the vicinity. If it were day, she had no doubt a flock of birds would be racing for the sky.
    She had just experienced the orgasm of her life, but she wasn’t sated. Bella needed more. “Fuck me,” she demanded. Her pussy felt void and achy.
    Draco crawled up her body and gripped the base of his cock before plunging it into her inviting, wet heat. He slid in easily despite his impressive size. She moaned once Draco filled her to the brink, his pubic hair rubbing against her clit. The satisfaction made her eyes loll back in her head. Before thrusting, he propped himself up on his elbows and stared down at her.
    She tried to focus on his handsome face, but could only think about sex and the way his cock filled every inch of her pussy. He ran the pad of his thumb over her lip, collecting a rivulet of Ben’s blood, and looked from the other man to her. “So…you like to bite?” His voice carried humor and the promise of pleasure and pain combined into one epic experience.
    Bella thrust her pelvis up, needing him to continue working her body. Regardless, she didn’t want to talk and couldn’t explain why she had the urge to bite at her sexual peak.
    Draco complied, pumping in and out of her body with unbelievable stamina. Every thrust soothed the ache inside her and built up an energy that she knew was the beginning of another beautiful orgasm. His cock was thick, hard, and he knew how to use it.
    “You’re mine.” Draco’s dominant voice was clouded by her haze of lust. All she could do was agree, anything to keep him focused on pleasuring her. Then he bit her. The erotic heat from his mouth on her neck brought out a new, powerful orgasm. She’d barely had time to recover from the first and now had to deal with a fresh assault that stole the last of her humanity. With Draco’s mouth still latched on to her neck, she went limp, her body hot and pliant with that titillating heat from their connection. Ingrid’s words danced in Bella’s head—talk of markings and matings. As much as she believed the words to be gibberish, part of her understood. She had the overwhelming urge to suck, to bite.
    Before she could sink her own teeth into Draco, Ben knocked him off her, and the two men began rolling on the leaf-littered forest floor next to her. “You prick! You marked her!”
    Bella sat and gently touched her neck with her fingertips. The area was tender and moist and sticky from her own blood. She watched the men wrestle, muscle and bare flesh shadowed by moonlight. Her vision was better now that it had time to adjust to the darkness surrounding them. Rather than worry about the men, she felt irritation. Her body still demanded more, so much more.
    “Smell her heat. Are you telling me you’d have more willpower, pup? Hah! I doubt that.”
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    Ben had to mark Bella, or Draco would have the only claim to her. She’d bitten him, but as a human, it held no meaning. He had to be the one to administer the love bite to make their union official. With a final shove, he broke the fight off with Draco and returned to his woman. He could certainly scent her body, so ripe and tempting. She wanted to be fucked, and he needed to be inside her sweet pussy.
    Ben dropped to his knees in front of Bella. She looked at him with seductive eyes, nipping her lower lip playfully. Where had the nervous girl gone? The woman in front of him was a siren that he couldn’t resist. He traced the outline of her jaw with his tongue, savoring her taste.
    “I need more,” she whimpered, her eyes closed. Her request almost sounded pained, as if these new desires besieged her. He needed no more invitation. His mate would be sated even if it killed him.
    Ben wrapped an arm around her midsection and flipped her to her knees with ease.