Page 31 of Conall (The Sunburst Pack #3)

When he reached the apex of her thighs, he paused to glance up at her. She was watching him, her lips parted and swollen from his kisses, her body trembling with anticipation.

Please, she whispered, and the desperate edge in her voice made his cock throb with answering need. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. Never needed anyone like this. It’s like I’m burning from the inside out.

This fierce, dangerous woman who trusted no one had just confessed her complete vulnerability to him, and it made him feel like he could conquer the world.

His cock jerked in response.

Mine, he growled, the word carrying all the possessive hunger of his wolf. You’re mine, Nadine. Say it. I need to hear you say it.

Yours, she gasped, her hips lifting toward him in shameless invitation. Only yours.

The first taste of her nearly shattered his control completely.

She was honey and salt, intoxicating in a way that made his wolf howl.

Her hands tangled in his hair, holding his mouth to her pussy as he explored her with lips and tongue, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her legs tremble around his shoulders.

God, Conall, she panted, her body arching beneath his ministrations. Your mouth—what you’re doing—I can’t—

He redoubled his efforts, using everything he’d learned about her responses to drive her higher, to make her fall apart for him completely.

The mate bond carried her pleasure back to him, amplifying his own arousal until he was desperate for friction.

That’s it, he murmured against her heated flesh. Let go for me. I want to feel you come apart.

Her climax hit her like a thunderbolt, her back arching off the bed as she cried out his name with enough force to make her voice crack.

The sensation crashed through the mate bond with such intensity that Conall nearly came from her pleasure alone, his cock throbbing almost painfully as waves of her ecstasy washed over him.

God, yes, he murmured against her inner thigh, pressing possessive kisses to her heated skin as she trembled through the aftershocks. So gorgeous when you let go for me. I want to make you come like that again and again until you can’t remember your own name.

My turn, she said breathlessly, and before he could protest, she’d flipped their positions with a wicked grace that reminded him exactly how dangerous she was—and how completely she’d chosen to trust him with her vulnerability.

Her hands explored his chest with reverent intensity, tracing the defined muscles, the old scars from training and pack duties. When her fingers found a particularly sensitive spot just below his ribs, he sucked in a sharp breath, his hips jerking involuntarily.

Knife wound? she asked, then leaned down to trace the scar with her tongue.

Rogue shifter, two years ago, he managed, his voice strained as her touch sent fire racing through his veins.

Tastes good, she said with a feral smile that made his cock throb.

She explored his body with methodical thoroughness that drove him to the edge of madness, her mouth and hands learning him the same way he’d learned her. When her lips moved lower, kissing a path down his stomach, his muscles jumped under her touch, his breathing becoming harsh and uneven.

You’re so strong, she murmured against his skin, her teeth grazing his hip bone in a way that made him groan. So perfect. I love watching you react to my touch.

He groaned when she reached the trail of dark hair leading south, his hands fisting in the sheets hard enough to tear them. You don’t have to—

I want to, she said, looking up at him with eyes that held both heat and something deeper, more possessive. I want to taste you. I want to drive you as crazy as you just drove me. I want to watch you fall apart for me.

When her mouth closed over him, Nadine taking him deep with a skill that made stars explode behind his eyes, Conall felt his restraint begin to disintegrate.

The wet heat of her mouth, the way she looked up at him through her lashes, the soft sounds she made as if she was enjoying this as much as he was—it was almost too much to bear.

Fuck, Nadine, he gasped, his hips bucking despite his attempts to remain still. I’m not going to last if you keep—

She hummed around him, the vibration making him see white, and when she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, using her tongue in ways that made his vision blur, he thought he might lose his mind entirely.

The mate bond carried her satisfaction at his reaction, her own arousal building from watching him fall apart.

You like having me at your mercy, he growled, his voice rough with need and amazement. You like watching me lose my cool.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her hand replacing her mouth as she stroked him with maddening precision.

I love it, she admitted, her voice husky with desire. I love that I can make you feel this way. That I’m the only one who can make you shake like this.

The possessive note in her voice, the way she claimed ownership of his pleasure, sent electricity racing down his spine. When she took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, he had to grip the headboard to keep from thrusting too hard.

Nadine, stop, he gasped when he felt himself approaching the edge too quickly. I need—I want to be inside you when I come. Need to feel you around me.

She released him with a soft pop that made him groan, then crawled up his body with feline grace, her skin sliding against his in a way that made him shudder with want.

Then take me, she whispered against his lips, positioning herself above him. Make me yours completely.

She lowered herself onto him slowly, torturously, both of them gasping at the first touch of intimate contact. Her body was tight, hot, perfect as she took him inch by inch, her face a mask of concentration and pleasure.

You’re so big, she breathed, her voice strained as she adjusted to accommodate him. I feel so full, so complete. Like this is how I was meant to be.

The mate bond flared brilliant white as their bodies joined completely, the connection so intense it bordered on overwhelming.

Nothing could have prepared him for this—the overwhelming rightness of being joined with his true mate, the way she fit him perfectly as if they’d been made for each other, the sensation of their souls touching through the bond.

Perfect, he groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks, his control hanging by a thread. You feel perfect. Like you were made for me and me alone.

For a moment they stayed still, both overwhelmed by the intensity of being completely joined for the first time. The mate bond hummed between them, carrying not just physical sensation but emotion—love, desire, completion, the recognition that they would never be whole without each other again.

Move, he commanded, his voice rough with desperation. Please, Nadine, I need you to move.

She began to move slowly at first, her motions tentative as she found her rhythm. But as her confidence grew, as the pleasure built between them, her pace increased, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.

Yes, like that, he growled, his hands guiding her, helping her find the angle that made her cry out with pleasure.

He could feel her approaching another peak, could sense her pleasure building through their connection, and it drove his own arousal to painful heights.

Her inner muscles began to flutter around him, signaling her approaching climax, and he knew he was close to losing all control. The mate bond carried her pleasure back to him, amplifying every sensation until he could barely think past the overwhelming need to claim her completely.

He rolled them over suddenly, pinning her beneath him, driving deeper as he set a rhythm that had them both gasping. The change in angle hit something inside her that made her arch off the bed with a keening cry that went straight to his soul.

There, she sobbed, her nails raking down his back almost hard enough to draw blood. Right there, don’t stop, please don’t stop.

He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, driving into her with increasing desperation as her pleasure fed back through the bond, amplifying his own until he was drowning in sensation.

Every thrust sent shock waves through both of them, the mate bond carrying their combined pleasure until the intensity was almost unbearable.

Come for me, he demanded, his voice rough with command and desperate need. I want to feel you fall apart around me. Want to watch you lose yourself in what we have.

She moaned, her body tensing beneath him as she teetered on the edge. I’m so close, so close—

Let go, he growled, reaching between their bodies to find her clit, stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts. Come for me, my beautiful mate. Show me how good I make you feel.

When her release hit, it crashed through both of them like a tidal wave, her body clenching around him.

The sensation of her coming apart beneath him, the way her pleasure flooded through the mate bond, sent him over the edge with a roar of completion that seemed to come from the very depths of his being.

He buried himself deep inside her as his release claimed him, his vision whiting out as pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced tore through him. The mate bond exploded between them, binding them even more tightly together than before.

But even as the aftershocks of their climax rippled through them, Conall found himself still hard, still desperate for more of her. The mate bond demanded completion on every level, and one joining wasn’t enough to satisfy the primal need coursing through his veins.

Again, he growled against her throat, his teeth finding the spot where her neck met her shoulder. I need you again.

Yes, she gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. Again. Please, again.

He began to move inside her once more, slower this time but no less intense, their bodies still sensitive from their first joining. The mate bond doubled their pleasure until they were both gasping with the overwhelming intensity of it.

I can feel everything you feel, she whispered in wonder, her amber eyes wide with amazement. Every touch, every sensation—it’s like we’re one person.

When their second climax hit, it was gentler but deeper, a wave of pleasure and absolute completeness that left them trembling in each other’s arms.

They collapsed together, both breathing hard, hearts racing as they tried to process what had just happened between them.

That was… Nadine started, then trailed off, apparently as lost for words as he was.

Amazing, he finished, pressing a possessive kiss to her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her shiver.

She turned in his arms to face him, her eyes soft with satisfaction and something deeper, more profound. No regrets?

None, he said without hesitation, pulling her closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between them. You?

Only that we waited so long, she said.