Page 13 of The Pack

CHAPTER 13

Z ara

The firelight flickered against Thorne’s skin, leaving his features shrouded in shadow, but his eyes burned through the darkness, intense and focused as they locked on mine.

A shiver raced down my spine, anticipation and arousal mingling into a heady rush. He was looking at me like he could devour me whole, and I was more than ready for him to try.

He lowered his mouth to my stomach where my shirt had ridden up, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin below my belly button. His touch was electric, sending a wave of heat crashing through me. I felt myself getting wet, my core clenching at the thought of his lips on my pussy.

“Spread your legs,” he murmured, his breath warm on my skin.

I hesitated, my pulse racing. My trepidation earned me a light stinging slap to my thigh, and I cried out, the quick, sharp pain catching me off guard. My bottom still burned from his hand, and I bit my lip, trying to come to terms with that fact that I’d just gotten spanked like a naughty little girl.

“You have a choice, love,” he warned. “Spread your legs and let me have a taste of you, or I’m going to take off my belt.”

My cheeks flushed, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me at the thought.

“I won’t ask again,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

With trembling legs, I obeyed, spreading my thighs for him.

“Good girl,” he purred.

He leaned down, his lips hovering over the slick folds of my pussy. I could feel his breath, warm and steady, sending a rush of goosebumps prickling along my skin.

“Thorne,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

“Tell me what you want, Zara,” he said, his tone calm, yet still somehow full of heat.

“I want you,” I breathed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

His hand stilled, and he lifted his chin to look right at me. For a heartbeat, we stared at each other, the air between us charged with tension. Then, without warning, his tongue darted out, swiping a hot, wet stripe across my clit.

I gasped, my body arching against him, but he held me in place, his hands gripping my thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my fingers tangling in the grass beneath us.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my core, and the sensation sent another shiver through me. Then his lips grazed my clit, feather-light and teasing, and the feeling was enough to make me whimper.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

“Yes,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed.

He flicked his tongue against my clit, the contact fleeting and maddening, and my body ached for more. I squirmed against him, my hips rolling up to his mouth as I tried to get closer, tried to feel more.

But he kept his touch light, barely grazing my sensitive nub, until I was writhing against him, my hands fisting in the grass.

“Please,” I whimpered, breathless and pleading.

He smirked, his fingers trailing along the inside of my thigh.

“More,” I gasped, my voice cracking with need.

“More what?” he asked, his eyes darkening as he glanced up at me.

“More of your mouth,” I panted, my hips grinding against him. “Your tongue. Anything. Everything.”

He chuckled again, the sound sending another shiver through me.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he warned.

Before I could respond, his mouth was on me, his lips wrapping around my clit. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling against the sensitive nub, and I cried out, the sensation overwhelming and incredible and everything all at once.

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned, my fingers clawing at the ground.

He didn’t relent, his tongue flicking against my clit with an intensity that had me reeling. His fingers slid into me, curling up to hit the spot inside that made me see stars.

My body was on fire, the pleasure building higher and higher as he devoured me. I could feel myself losing control, my body trembling with the effort to hold back.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, my words coming out in breathless moans.

He didn’t, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive me closer to the edge. The world blurred, my vision narrowing until all I could see was him, his eyes dark and intense as he watched me.

“Oh, fuck, Thorne,” I moaned, my hips rolling against his mouth.

He didn’t slow down, his movements steady and unrelenting, and the sensation was enough to send me spiraling.

“I’m going to—I’m going to come,” I cried out.

My climax hit me like a bolt of lightning, every muscle tensing as the pleasure crashed through me. I cried out, my body arching against him, but he held me steady, his fingers and his tongue never stopping.

I came hard, my vision fading as waves of ecstasy rolled through me. I gasped as the aftershocks rippled through me, leaving me dizzy and breathless.

My hips rolled and his tongue didn’t relent. Instead, he kissed and suckled and licked my pussy like he was a man starved. I moaned, my body trembling as the sensation became almost too much.

“Oh, God,” I whispered hoarsely.

His eyes flicked up to meet mine again, his gaze filled with something intense and raw, and for a moment, the world around us faded away.

All I could focus on was him—his touch, his presence, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered.

He was dangerous. He was addictive. And I wanted more.

And he gave it to me. He kissed and licked and sucked until I came a second time. And a third. Until the world became a blur of pleasure and release, until I was gasping for breath, until I couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t falling apart for him and then he licked me some more.

I twisted and writhed beneath him, but he held me in place and continued to eat my pussy. My clit throbbed beneath his tongue, my body trembling with the force of yet another climax as it slammed into me like a tidal wave.

My eyes rolled back in my head as my inner walls clamped down, over and over again as pleasure stronger than I’d ever known raced through me with wild abandon.

“Thorne,” I moaned, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.

He didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working together to send me hurtling over the edge once more. My body shuddered with the aftershocks, but he didn’t slow down.

“Thorne,” I whimpered again, my voice breaking.

He chuckled, his lips brushing against my swollen, slick folds.

“I can’t take anymore,” I gasped, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush.

“You’ll take everything I give you, love,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving mine.

He shifted, his hands sliding under my ass and gripping me tight, lifting my hips and burying his face in my cunt at the same time his fingers curled inside me, pressing against my inner walls and driving me wild with need.

My eyes widened, and I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“That’s it, love,” he rasped, his lips moving against my slick folds. “Come for me.”

And I did.

Again.

And again.

I don’t know how many times I came, but by the end, my body was limp and shaking, my mind blank from the all-consuming pleasure.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, my eyes fluttering open.

Thorne leaned back, his eyes dark and glittering with desire. His mouth was slick with my juices, and the sight sent a shiver of heat through me.

“That was incredible,” I breathed.

He smiled, the expression surprisingly soft.

“You were incredible,” he murmured, his fingers tracing a slow line along my inner thigh.

My cheeks flushed, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Come here,” he said, tugging me close and pulling me down on top of him.

Our lips met, and I tasted myself on him, the sweetness mixed with something darker, more primal. It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but moan as he deepened the kiss.

My body hummed with satisfaction, my heart pounding as his touch lit a fire in me that refused to go out.

We stayed like that, tangled together in a sweaty, blissful heap, until the sounds of the forest faded into the background. The pack was quiet, at least for a little while.

“Well, that was a sight I’ll be remembering for a long time,” Killian teased, his voice rough and low.

“We all will,” Magnus murmured, and I felt my cheeks flush bright red.

But I didn’t regret a second of it.