Melinda’s Wolves(46)

Keegan stared at her speculatively. Finally, he licked his lips and cleared his throat. “You smell like sex. And the scent is driving me crazy.”

She swallowed another gulp of coffee, not caring it was almost too hot. “I should smell like sex. I recall engaging in it several times last night.”

He shook his head. “Nope. I recall cleaning you up quite thoroughly before I let you sleep.” Without warning, he grabbed the mug, set it on the bedside table, and jerked the covers away from her body.

Before she could react, he climbed onto the bed, tugged her ankles down until she lay flat on her back, and spread her wide open to his gaze.

She gasped, burrowing both hands in his long blond hair, pushing him away. “Keegan…”

He didn’t respond. Instead he lowered his face and stared closer.

Her heart beat wildly. Her efforts to push him away did nothing.

“Let me look, hon.” He inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you smell fantastic.” He nudged her wider, both hands on her thighs.

She stopped fighting him and flopped back against the mattress. His breath wafted across her sex as he exhaled, making her clit pulse with need.

Keegan planted one shoulder on her thigh, freeing his hand to touch her. When he spread her folds open, exposing her more thoroughly to his gaze, she held her breath. “Keegan. Please… I’m not used to…”

“I know, honey. And I want you to get used to my gaze on you. I like to look at you spread out before me.” He stroked through her wetness. “I love how wet you are for me.” He tapped her clit, making her buck and moan. “I love how your sweet little nub swells under my gaze, my fingers, my tongue.” His mouth descended, capturing the object of his affection between his lips.

Her eyes rolled back as he sucked. She came hard and fast, almost instantly. He suckled her through the entire thing, drinking from her pussy and lapping at her clit until the tremors subsided.

“I’m the luckiest man alive,” he whispered against her sensitive skin. “Although Trace may disagree.”

“Trace may have trouble concentrating at work if you two keep that up,” their other mate communicated to both of them.

Keegan touched her spread pussy again. “I love the way your moisture trails down between your ass cheeks after you come hard.”

“Keegan.” Trace’s voice was harsh. “Stop with the play-by-play. I’m not kidding.”

Melinda knew they would be connected telepathically after the claiming, but it was unnerving hearing her mate in her head from twenty miles away in human form. “Don’t you need to get to work or something?” she asked Keegan.

“Yep. In a while. It’s early. I called and said I would be late.” He climbed up her body finally, making her relax marginally. Even though he lay against her pussy, her legs still spread wide, at least he was no longer staring at her so intently.

His lips took hers in a deep kiss that consumed her, extinguishing all thought. Like a starving man, he held her against him and tipped his head one way and then the other, claiming her with his lips alone. Her body melted under him, coming alive again with total disregard for the orgasm she’d had a minute ago.

She couldn’t breathe. Suffocating in need, she broke away to gasp for breath to one side.

And then his cock was at her entrance, and he pressed into her in one thrust.

She should have ached, but instead all she knew was the tightness that she craved with every cell. She lifted her hips, grabbed his biceps, and thrust upward. “Move,” she pleaded.

Keegan smiled. He cupped her face, his expression much calmer than the fire she felt inside. “Let me enjoy a moment deep inside you. We’ve always been so frantic. I’ve never taken the time to feel you wrapped around me.” His fingers danced over her cheek, his eyes darting around to take in every aspect of her. “Fuck, I’m lucky.”

He was not alone in the thought. A tight knot formed in her belly, begging for release. How many times would she feel this need in a day? It obliterated all else, dissolving the universe and shrinking it down to one thought—the need to be fucked in any position. Again and again.

Just like they said.

She closed her eyes, tipped her face into his palm, and kissed his skin. “Move,” she repeated. “I need the friction.”

Finally, he relented, but not fast enough for her taste. He eased out and slowly pushed back in.

Her frustration rose with every pass, her pussy gripping him, the muscles pleading in their own way for him to fuck her harder.

When she couldn’t take any more, she caught him in a languid moment and bucked him off her, flipping him onto his back and climbing over him to straddle his waist.