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Leo shivered, and the rumble that escaped his chest made me outright dizzy. I loved how he was so deeply affected by me, even though it seemed truly impossible.
“The things you make me want to do,” he growled, kissing his way down my chin and my neck. Every kiss made my body ache in a way I hadn’t known possible. My clit throbbed desperately for attention, and liquid heat pooled between my legs. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so hard up. It seemed like an entirely different lifetime.
“Then, do them,” I whispered, proud of myself for being even remotely coherent when my brain was quickly getting lost to the haze of arousal taking over me.
The laugh that left his mouth was outright wicked, and it lit a fire in my belly that desperately needed to be quenched. Leo kissed his way down my body, his hands digging hard into my sides. I loved the sharp sting of it. It was grounding, giving me something to latch on to while the pleasure sent me spiraling higher and higher.
I truly felt drunk, but I hadn’t had alcohol since college, when I was so lost and detached from everything that I’d needed something to make existing a little less painful. This intoxication was so much better. It was pure, natural, and I wouldn’t have a wicked hangover or sore liver the next day. No, this promised only pleasure and the faintest hint of pain to make it that much sweeter.
“Please,” I begged as Leo took one of my nipples into his mouth, teasing the taut pebble with his tongue. I didn’t quite know what I was pleading for, but the words tumbled out of their own volition. Which was fine. My brain was much more occupied with other things.
Like the way he alternated between flicking his tongue around my nipple and sucking. I wanted to arch up against him, but his hands held me fast, forcing me to drink in every ounce of pleasure he gave me.
“You taste so fucking good,” Leo growled into my sensitive skin before switching to my other breast.
I wanted to grab his head and hold him tighter against me, so I gave in to the temptation and buried my hand in his thick hair. It wasn’t nearly as long as I’d thought it might be considering how long he was trapped as a wolf and how thick his beard had been, and I couldn’t help but wonder how everything about shifters worked.
However, all those questions flew from my head when his lips left my breast and he peppered kisses over my ribs, the swell of my stomach, down below my belly button.
My breath hitched as he parted my thighs, his grip unforgiving in the best way. I wanted him to make me take it. To be so overwhelmed by everything he was making me feel that only his hold could keep me tethered to the earth.
I glanced down, and all my breath left me when I saw him looking back at me, his pupils blown so wide with desire that his irises were almost black. Maybe it was just my imagination, but his lips were sitting a bit differently than before, as if pushed outward by his canines growing larger within his own mouth.
“I’m going to devour you.”
Holy fuck.
In all our time together, he’d never sounded wild and dangerous. It should have scared me, but it only made me burn hotter. Crave more.
I didn’t know where it came from, but a lick of defiance burned through me. “Do your worst,” I rasped, throat dry.
And by his worst, I most certainly meant his best.
“Greedy,” he hissed, lowering his face until I felt his hot breath ghosting over my pussy. “I love it. You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you?”
I wasn’t used to seeing this dominant, unreserved Leo, but, oh, did I love it. I wanted more of it, over and over again until I couldn’t think. Being so openly, relentlessly desired unlocked something within me-something primal I’d never experienced before-and I wanted so much more of it.
But then his mouth was on me, and all higher brain function ceased.
I was a slave to my own pleasure, caught up in a torrent of everything my body felt at once. Leo’s touch was firm but slow at first. Stoking the flames of desire rather than directly fueling them. It was as frustrating as it was wonderful, the baser part of my instincts urging me to slam my hips up into his mouth and seek out more.
More.
More.
But patience was a virtue, even if I suddenly thought virtues were very underrated. So, instead, my hand found his hair again, and I let his biting grip hold me in place while my wolf, my companion, rapidly learned so much about my body.
It was hard to keep track of everything he did. Leo was clearly an all-in kind of guy. There was nothing abashed about his worship, even if it was meticulous. He used his lips, his tongue, even his nose, making sure no part of me was neglected.
No part except my clit.
As much as I wanted him to touch it, to lavish it with attention like he did the rest of me, he wouldn’t. He was teasing me to a maddening point until I begged for him to finally give me release. I hadn’t anticipated how intense the wonderful, blissful, frustrating build-up would be. It was as if every part of both my brain and body were screaming for contact on that one sensitive little bundle of nerves.
God, I was so hard up. I knew it had been a long time, but I had a feeling it wasn’t just the dry spell that made everything so…
much.
It was all Leo. It had to be. I was naturally drawn to him in a way I’d tried to deny for so long, but there was no point when I was spread out and laid bare beneath him. I was sweating, panting, and already trembling from his attention, but I knew there was so much more in store.
I just had to last that long.
It was a challenge, because Leo was like a man starved, using every single tool he had at his disposal while holding me in place.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It wasn’t the first time I’d ever gotten oral-I was no blushing virgin after all-but it was the first time I’d ever had such an enthusiastic partner.
Leo was going at it like it was a genuine joy and not an obligation.
“God, Leo,” I gasped, still trying to lift my hips against his grasp. Not to fight it, but to feel his strength and how much he wanted me.
Was I in Heaven or the sweetest Hell? I didn’t know and I didn’t care, because I was unravelling more and more by the second.
“Leo, I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”
“Give it to me,” he growled against me, and holy shit, if that didn’t run like electricity through my every nerve. “Let me taste you, baby. Come all over my face and show me how much you like this.”
What the absolute fuck? I’d never really been much for dirty talk, but the way every syllable dripped from Leo’s mouth was like burning honey, coating my very soul in hedonistic desire.
If that weren’t enough, one of his hands did leave my hips only for it to slide between my legs, too. The next thing I knew, his mouth moved enough to allow two of his fingers to slide within me, and he curled them just so.