Page 124 of Hunted to Be Mine

“If I do this, you have to promise not to move. Mind your injuries. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

He sank to his knees between my legs. His palms glided up my thighs, easing them wider with care.

“I heard everything you said in that laboratory,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine. “Every plea, every memory you used to pull me back. It was like hearing you through water, distant but clear.”

The thought of him trapped inside himself, hearing me and unable to answer, nearly undid me.

“I’m going to make you feel good now,” he said, breath warm against the inside of my leg. “And you’re going to stay perfectly still.”

“Yes.”

The first stroke of his mouth tore a cry from me. He started slow, teasing, tracing around my entrance before flicking lightlyover my clit. My good hand fisted in the sheets while I fought to keep still.

“Fuck. Wolfe…”

He hummed against me; the vibration sent heat radiating outward. His grip tightened on my thighs, holding me open as he explored with devastating care. Each pass of his tongue was deliberate, stacking sensation.

“More. Please, more.”

He slid a finger inside me while his mouth kept working. Dual sensation made my back bow, pleasure crashing into the edge of pain and swallowing it.

“Oh God, yes.” I rocked into him.

A second finger joined the first. He curled them, found the spot that made my teeth catch on a gasp. I trembled, close and climbing.

“I need you inside me. Please, I want to feel you.”

He pulled back, lips wet. “No. You’re hurt.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do.” His fingers didn’t let up. “This is what you get tonight.”

A frustrated sound broke from me even as the pressure built, tight and aching. “That’s not fair. I want you to feel good too.”

“I am.” His gaze raked over me, dark and intent. “Watching you fall apart is enough.”

“Bullshit.” I swallowed air. “I can see how hard you are.”

His jaw flexed, the only betrayal of strain. His fingers twisted, thumb circling my clit, and speech dissolved into noise.

“Please.” I clung to his gaze. “I don’t want to be the only one who comes. Let me see you. Let me watch.”

Something cracked in his control. He bent, mouth sealing over me again, and his free hand went to the front of his pants. The sight of him touching himself while he devoured me tipped me to the edge.

“Yes. Show me.”

With a low sound, he freed himself. He was already hard, the head slick. His fist wrapped around his length, stroking slowly as his tongue worked me with ruthless focus.

“That’s so hot.” I didn’t know if I meant him or what he was doing. “Faster.”

He obliged. The room filled with the indecent rhythm of his mouth on me and his grip on himself.

“I’m close.” My thighs shook.

He looked up at me, and that was all it took. Release slammed through me, pleasure so sharp it almost hurt. I cried out his name, shaking through it.