Page 5 of I Hate Myself For Loving You (Wolf Mates #7)

Chapter Five

T hat was the truest statement he’d made thus far.

He wasn’t at all the boy she’d once known.

She stiffened but Lassiter held her even tighter, running his tongue along her neck, against the lobe of her ear.

Her head began to swim, her heart crashed against her ribs, the space between her thighs throbbed with need.

“Why does it have to be this way, Lassiter?” she whispered to him, yearning for something long since over.

Caressing the swell of her hip, he said hoarsely, “Let it go, A. Let’s just let it go for now. Let me touch you, lick you.”

Her knees shook, her pulse quickened enough that she could hear it in her ears.

The word ‘no’ was on the tip of her tongue, but the tip of his tongue held a different answer as it skimmed her ear, tracing small circles along the outer rim.

Spanning her waist, Lassiter pressed her to him, against the hardness of his chest and onto the bulge in his jeans.

With a will of their own, her hands wrapped around his neck and she arched into his hold, biting her lip as the heat of their bodies sizzled, searing an imprint on her spine.

Skimming her sides, Lassiter dragged his hands over the swell of her hips, rounded the curve of her inner thigh, roaming in and out of her legs with a precise pattern.

The groan she omitted was low, feral. It caught in her throat and she swallowed the urge to claw at him with hands that rushed the process. Instead, she opted to let her head fall back and revel in the myriad of emotions he stirred in her, forgetting the anger between them.

The pop of the button on her jeans, the slide of the zipper went almost unnoticed to Avery.

Lassiter swung her around, gripping her shoulders and dragging her against him.

His lips took hers possessively, plunging his tongue between them with rough insistence, gathering her closer until she almost couldn’t breathe.

Splaying his hand over her ass, he ground his hips into her. Avery stood on tiptoe, trying to drive back at him, but Lassiter was stronger, scooping her up and laying her down on the ground.

Through her fuzzy haze of lust, she realized that they were out in the middle of the woods.

It was cold and the ground, colder still.

However, that didn’t stop her from wanting him.

It didn’t stop her from needing to complete this act of sheer madness.

It didn’t allow her the time to think about it, or even want to reason with it.

Pushing her jacket off with hard hands, Lassiter groaned when his hand cupped her breast through her shirt.

He pulled her to him, lodging her thigh between his own and thumbing her nipple.

His callused skin caught on the material of her shirt, rasping over it, sending rippling waves of electric currents between her legs.

Avery pressed her palms to his chest, straddling his thigh and squeezing it to keep the wet heat between her legs from overwhelming her, her hands tearing at his waist and pulling his shirt upward.

Her urgency led to impatience as she fumbled with his belt buckle and the zipper on his jeans. Her heart crashed with her impulsive need, her lungs begged for air, her breath coming in choppy breaths.

Avery needed Lassiter inside her now , but Lassiter had other ideas. Ideas that had nothing to do with rushing their mating.

Yanking her arms over her head, he collared them in his hand and used his other hand to tug her shirt upward. Rolling Avery to her back, he swiped her flesh with his tongue, circling her nipple, dancing around it, eliciting shivers of anticipation from her.

Thrusting against him, she bowed her back, arching to invite him to lick her, but he followed a lazy path along her ribs instead. Nibbling at them. Caressing her skin, so hot now it literally burned. Placing delicate stabs of his tongue into her navel.

She throbbed, ached, swelled with the taunt of silk against her flesh. His muffled chuckle mocked her ears, but seared her senses.

Just when she thought she could no longer withstand the torture, Lassiter took her nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his lips, lapping at it with a snake like tongue. He unzipped her pants, settling a hand to rest in the curls at the top of her thighs.

Avery’s hips bucked against the warm invasion.

Lassiter’s hand was so big it spanned nearly the width of her slender hips, possessive in its progress toward the place between her legs.

The sound of her own breathing, labored and raspy, slithered to her ears as she squirmed against Lassiter’s hand, awaiting his next move.

Removing her jeans with one hand, he pushed them down past her knees, still suckling her nipple, moving from one to the other with licks and strokes. Slipping a finger into her folds, Lassiter teased her clit, trailing his finger over the tip of it with a light pass.

The ground was cold on her back, but it didn’t stop Avery from kicking her jeans from her feet, taking her shoes with them and spreading her legs wide. Then she pushed up to meet the hand that brought with it such skilled ministrations.

A fire erupted in her groin when Lassiter let her hands go and lowered his body to her abdomen, continually stroking her, rubbing the lips of her labia, planting kisses along her hips and thighs.

Leaning over her, he lay across her belly and took a deep breath.

His inhalation sharp, and a familiar act displayed when werewolves mated.

Scent was everything. Yet Lassiter wasn’t a werewolf… Not that it mattered to her. She didn’t buy into the nonsense that you had to mate with your own kind, and she never had.

Avery lost that vague, worrisome thought when he laid his head against her belly and stroked her inner thighs.

Her hands threaded through his thick hair, luxuriating in its soft texture, pressing him close to her, letting the warmth of his breath so teasingly close to her core keep her walking the ledge of desire.

Over and over he drew his hands along her skin, setting patches of it on fire with need. Spreading her flesh with fingers that were assured and deft, Avery caught her breath, holding it and waiting for the ecstasy she knew his tongue would bring.

Lassiter didn’t dive into her the way most men had in her experience. He savored her, tasting her with light licks, stroking her with both tongue and lips.

Dragging his finger along her slit to stop at her passage, he inserted a finger with a slow glide.

Her pussy wept and Lassiter groaned, licking the cream of her with a flat tongue, circling her clit, sucking it until she lifted herself on her heels to grind against him.

The sharp swirl of orgasm fluttered in her belly and the last thrust of his finger had Avery releasing Lassiter’s head and shoving a fist in her mouth to keep from screaming out.

It rocked her, shaking her entire body, left her trembling as it assaulted her again and again.

Her gut was in a knot, her nipples tight and hard against the now chilled breeze.

Lassiter stayed between her thighs, letting her relax, kissing her with a gentle mouth. Moving back up to her lips, he kissed her. His tongue driving into her mouth, spicy and tangling with her own. Cupping his jaw with both hands, Avery opened her mouth wide, absorbing the heat of his lips.

Reaching between them, Lassiter pushed at his jeans and Avery’s hands followed right behind them, slipping into his underwear to touch his cock.

He groaned into her mouth, a low, husky, growl when she rubbed the smooth tip of his shaft, playing over the head of it before grasping it and stroking its length.

He shoved his jeans down, kicking his sneakers off with them and straddled her narrow hips. Rising on her elbows, Avery met his gaze, intense, dark and shadowed with lust.

Still clad in his T-shirt, it fell over Lassiter’s lean hips carelessly.

The sharp definition of his hips, cut and hard, made Avery’s mouth water.

She ran a hand over them, burrowing into the crisp hair just above his cock.

Her fingers explored the ridges in his abdomen, kneading the flesh.

Clutching his ass, she pulled him to her and lay back on the cold ground to let his cock hover over her mouth.

He ran a hand down the side of her cheek, caressing her jaw, cupping it, directing her to take him between her lips.

Scooting further down, Avery rested her lips against his hard shaft, licking the flesh with tentative strokes. He was long, thick and so hot it seared her skin. His scent was musky, male. It smelled of sinful thoughts and carnal desires.

Swiping her tongue over the cap of smooth flesh made Lassiter buck.

Cupping his balls, she licked him from stem to crown, at first with a flat, slow tongue, relishing the taste and texture of his skin, salty and hard.

Her pace quickened, until she enveloped him between her lips, arching her neck to take all of him, letting his cock rest in her mouth before swirling her lips back up his length.

His hiss of satisfaction carried to her ears on the sharp wind, cool and thick with the smell of sex, desire, need.

Lassiter’s hands found her head and with hips pumping, he thrust into her mouth furiously.

She let her saliva moisten the passes she took, tightening her lips around his cock to form an O.

His balls drew closer to his body, full and heavy, and Avery cupped them, rolling them between her fingers, skating over the sacs with light touches.

Lassiter growled, “Stop. Stop now , A,” his demand was husky, ripping from his heaving chest and ending on a grunt.

Threading his hands into her hair, he pulled her close to his belly, obviously fighting for control. Palming her head, he dug his fingers into her scalp and took deep breaths.

Letting her go, he moved down her body, slipping between her legs and hauling her to him, enveloping her in arms that were like bands of steel.