Dear God! He’d come up right between her legs!
She squeezed her thighs in a death grip, mirroring the one she had on his head, his tongue doing wild and wicked things deep in the folds of her sex. He bent down and sat her on the edge of the pool, raising one hand to the middle of her chest to gently push her back.
She lay down, only because she didn’t think she had the strength to keep her body upright. And looky there! He’d positioned her right on the towel he’d lain out earlier.
Sneaky man!
“Oh, yeah.” He licked his lips, his eyes half closed with pleasure. “Fucking ambrosia.”
He set her feet on the pool edge, sliding his hands up her calves to her knees, spreading them out with careful intent. “Phase Three of Pleasuring Willow.”
She gasped as he bent down to spread her lower lips open with his thumbs, and felt her face turn beet-red when he only stared at what he uncovered. Self-conscious and totally at his mercy, she tried to press her knees back together.
He wasn’t having any of that.
He dipped his head and conducted a very thorough oral investigation. His tongue stroked her quivering flesh, testing and exploring every succulent fold. She felt the tip of his tongue trace the swollen entrance of her body and tiny muscles trembled at the gentle probing. Her legs dropped back to the sides of her body and he delved his stiffened tongue deep, an erotic invasion that had her hips lifting for more. A fiery inferno began to build as he swirled that clever tongue, licking at suckling her with long, hard pulls.
“That’s it,” Ben praised, replacing his tongue with a finger that barely dipped inside the swollen flesh. Her breathing came in hard pants, rough and raspy-sounding in the cavernous room.
She felt his mouth at her thigh, then his teeth, as he not-so-gently bit her flesh. “Do you need this, baby?” He teased her more, not quite giving her what she needed.
“I’m going to kill you,” she said, rocking her hips against his hand. Another love bite, then he slid his finger through her thick juices, lodging inside her where no man had gone before. “Oh, God.” Her eyes crossed at the sensation, the glorious friction as he pistoned his finger, pushing her harder then she ever thought possible.
Then he flicked his tongue over her clit and she swore she saw stars.
A second digit joined in the erotic invasion and her hips bucked against his hand. “You’re so hot and wet, Will.” He flattened his tongue and ground it in a slow circle against the hard knot of nerves and mewling sound escaped her lips.
Ben groaned, as if he were in severe pain. “I can almost feel you squeezing around my cock like you’re squeezing my fingers. Milking me dry.”
Undone, she wrapped her arms over her face, but Ben never let up, plunging his fingers in her pulsing sheath, his tongue so fast it seemed to vibrate on her clit. He was tireless, as if he could happily feast on her forever.
Her head twisted under the weight of her arms. She couldn’t handle forever, much less another minute. She was on the edge, on the very edge, and she just might scream from the tension coiling in her belly.
“Let go, Will.” Ben’s voice was so rough, it was unrecognizable. “Let go and come for me. You’re so close. I can feel your pussy clamping around my fingers like a vise. So slick and hot.”
“Yes.” Her inner muscles spasmed and she heard him growl. Adding a third finger, he twisted his wrist, the friction becoming a dark sinful abyss that she craved. His knuckles rasped against tissue so sensitive she gasped out.
She panted, tightening around his fingers, her hips kicking up in complete abandon as she sought release from the ravenous need spiraling deep inside her.
He licked her throbbing clit. “Yes? Yes you can feel my cock inside you, Willow? Taking you with hard thrusts, so fucking deep that neither of us will walk for a week?”
Taking the pearled nub into his mouth once again, she felt the rough graze of teeth. Then he gently bit down. Willow exploded. Her body bowed, her muscles locked as pleasure shattered her from within. A strange keening sound echoed from the room, but she ignored it, riding the waves of such ecstasy she’d never known its equal.
Chapter Fifteen
His arousal acute, bordering on pain, Ben rested his forehead on the silky smooth flesh of Willow’s inner thigh. She still trembled under him. Male satisfaction was a smug comfort for both man and wolf, attesting to his prowess to give his mate pleasure. To recognize that her needs were far and above more important than his own—though his own throbbed like the devil, hard and angry, as he pressed his erection against the smooth, cool wall of the pool.
He wanted to roll around in her scent, her abandoned response an erotic thrill he wanted to savor and then drive her to again and again. But the sound he just heard turned his erotic intentions to one of violent darkness. Now he just wanted to murder someone.