Page 133 of Pack Me Up

She shrugs. “I like danger.”

We’re both half-naked, the air between us thick enough to swim in. I flip her, pinning her wrists above her head, and settle between her legs. Her hips arch up, searching for friction, and I oblige, grinding slowly, letting her feel how hard I am for her.

She’s trembling, but not from fear. She wants this. Wants me.

I kiss her again, softer this time, and work my way down to her neck, shoulder, then the slope of her breast. I suck her nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue until she’s squirming, moaning, clutching at the sheets.

I move lower, kissing her stomach, her hips, the waistband of her jeans. She lifts her ass, helps me peel them down, and I slide them off, leaving her in nothing but a scrap of pale blue panties.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “You’re perfect.”

She blushes, but she doesn’t hide. Instead, she reaches for me, hooks her thumbs in my waistband, and drags my jeans down. I kick them off, the rest of me straining against the tight boxer briefs. She runs her palm over the bulge, eyes dark and hungry.

“Take them off,” she says.

I do, and my cock springs free, already leaking for her. She looks at it, then at me, and I see the flash of desire.

I settle back, spread her thighs, and press a kiss to the inside of her knee. Then I start moving up, slow and deliberate, tasting every inch of her until I reach the soft, wet heat between her legs.

I hook her panties to the side, slide a finger through her folds, and she whimpers. I add another, teasing her clit with my tongue, never quite giving her what she wants until she begs.

“Cody, please,” she gasps, and I smile against her.

“I love it when you say my name,” I murmur.

Then I suck her clit, gentle at first, then harder, fingers curling just right inside her. She bucks, moans, and grabs at my hair with both hands.

“You taste so good,” I say, and I mean it. Her slick is the sweetest chocolate candy.

She’s close, I can feel it in the way she tenses and her breath gets ragged. I speed up, licking and sucking and praising her every second.

“Come for me, wild girl. That’s it. You’re so fucking pretty like this, you know that? So fucking good for me—”

She shatters, hips jerking, thighs clamping around my head. I keep going, ride her through it, then pull back and crawl up her body, kissing her everywhere.

She’s shaking, but she grabs my face and pulls me in for a kiss. My mate tastes herself on my tongue and moans into my mouth.

“Need you,” she says, voice rough. “Inside me. Now. I want your knot, Cody.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

I line up, then push just the tip in just past her entrance, then out, then in again. She arches, desperate, and I give her more, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt.

We both freeze, just for a second. The feeling is electric. She is tight, wet, and perfect. She’s so warm around me, it’s all I can do not to lose it right away.

“Do I feel good inside you?” I ask, forehead pressed to hers.

She nods, then wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me deeper.

I start to move, slow at first, rolling my hips, savoring the way she clenches and shudders with every stroke. She rakes her nails down my back, gasping every time I hit just the right spot.

“Your pussy was made for my cock and my knot. You’re such a good girl taking your alpha’s cock so well,” I say, and I mean it.

“Don’t stop.”

I go harder, faster, driving into her, letting myself make all the sounds I want. She matches me, moan for moan, her eyes never leaving mine.

I feel her building again, the way she starts to tremble, the way her breaths come faster.