Callie's Captors [Mountain Men(27)

His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every swell, every inch of her. She whimpered and sent the sweet rush of yearning scorching through him. His cock moved as though with a mind of its own.

Now was the moment of decision and he made it. If she was the one for them, she’d want this. If not, and she woke up infuriated, he’d leave and never bother her again.

You’re a damn animal.

A growl rumbled from deep inside in answer.

Yes, I am and damn proud of it.

He froze as the thought struck him. For the first time in his life he had to wonder if being a werewolf was a good thing. What if she wanted him and his brothers as men, but couldn’t accept the animal side of them? But then, if she couldn’t, didn’t that mean she wasn’t the one for them after all?

But all that would have to wait. Right now, he had to taste her.

Sliding over her, he took in the swell of her breasts and the perfect amount of cleavage they formed. Her breasts stood upright, small but perky. He could see the muscles in her stomach. Not overly ripped, but just the right amount that left a small round mound just before leading to her mons.

He held his face over her pussy and drank in the sight of her. She mewled, and, as though she really knew he was there, spread her legs wider. He lay down between them then, taking care to be very gentle, urged her folds apart. The wondrous aroma of her wafted over him and made the wolf inside scratch to come to the surface. She was pink, pretty, and perfect. She was, simply put, the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

Doing the only thing any man could’ve done, he flicked his tongue over her clit. She trembled, her hands clutching the quilt beneath her. Her taste was unique, reminding him of the sweet nectar of honey in a hive with an added splash of spiciness he couldn’t define. He slid his hands under her buttocks and pulled her to him. Pressing his mouth to her pussy, he sucked in her clit.

She gasped, stilled, then lifted a leg and kicked him in the shoulder. “What the—”





Chapter Five




“Ow!”

Callie jerked to a sitting position and kicked Raine again.

“Hey, knock it off. It’s me, Raine.”

She glared at him, but the glare soon turned into astonishment when her gaze dropped from his face to his oh-so-long cock. Lust pummeled her like a freight train on a runaway rail. His cock was large and curved to a bulbous end just like Pete’s.

“Callie.”

She wanted to yell at him, to demand what he thought he was doing, but the way he said her name changed her mind. Instead, she reached out to him and took him by his hair. “Don’t stop now.”

His chuckle was muffled as she forced his head between her legs. He tugged her legs over his shoulders and pulled her to him. His mouth on her clit sent her flying and she bucked, at once wanting to get away from the delicious agony and bring it closer. She clutched her breasts, felt the wetness on her nipples, and wished she’d been awake to experience the pleasure he’d given them.

He’d wanted to awaken her with sex and he had—the same way she’d always wanted a man to do. His hands slid under her buttocks, kneading the fleshy mounds and clinging to her. He added a finger then another to her pussy and pumped her. But when he found her G-spot, she was putty in his hands. She cried out as an orgasm took hold and flew her along with it.

Nibbling, sucking, he pleasured her. She quivered under his touch as the rush of another climax roared free. He lifted her and sucked on her clit harder as he plunged his fingers inside. She gasped, clutching the quilt to keep her anchored to the ground. As soon as a climax would finish its shuddering ride through her body, he’d give her a moment to regroup then dive in to eat her again.

Her mind spun as the tension inside her whipped into high gear yet again. Thunder reverberated through the floor as lightning flashed, brightening the tent and adding to the storm swirling inside her. She reached for him, unable to take much more.

“Please, Raine. Now.”

He slid his tongue over her mons, then along the swell of her stomach, stopping to tease her with a kiss to her belly button. “Now what? Should I leave you alone so you can go back to sleep?” The look in his eyes teased her.

She growled at him and reached for his arms. Yet instead of shoving the cock that pressed against her pussy, the cock that she ached for, inside her, he took her under the arms and pulled her on top of his lap. He laughed at her yelp of surprise, and, enclosing her in his strong arm, he took her breast and brought her taut nipple to his mouth. His hard cock pushed against her, rubbing against her, challenging her to take control.

She lifted up, took his cock in her hand and plunged downward. His groan mixed with hers as he drove deep inside her. She swore she could feel the end of him nearing her belly button and ground her hips against him harder. But that was her imagination, just as she was imagining that his eyes had turned amber for a split second. Yet as soon as she’d looked again to check, they were back to their normal color.