Page 26 of Wishes in the Moonlight (Rocky Mountain Wolves #4)

~Troy~

It had to be some kind of dream. Maybe Amanda knocked me out with the saucepan while making soup, or maybe I simply fell and hit my head.

It didn’t seem possible that after all these years of waiting, years of dreaming what this moment might be like but knowing I would never have it, I was finally going to get a chance to taste her.

A chance to know even a fragment of the pleasure we’d both been denied for so long.

It felt too good to be true, but as my fingers pressed into the soft skin of my mate’s hips that hovered just above my face, I inhaled deeply, almost drowning in the scent of her arousal mixed with the delicious headiness of her unique mate scent.

If this was just a dream, I didn’t ever want to wake up.

My tongue had just connected with the soft skin between her legs when her lips slid over the head of my cock. My chin jerked up, something between a gasp and a groan rumbling in my chest, and my grip tightened around her hips.

Amanda’s warm laugh filtered through the pounding in my ears. “You okay there, big guy?”

Fuck. As if the sparks from her lips weren’t enough, hearing her call me ‘big guy’ while she held my cock in her hand sent a shiver of unfiltered lust straight down my spine. If she kept that up, I was going to come before she even got started.

No, I instructed myself forcefully, pushing the desire back down the way I’d trained myself to do every time I laid eyes on her over the past seven years. This was one game I did not intend to lose.

Refocusing on the tantalizing vision above me, I abandoned all thought of taking my time exploring and dove straight in instead.

If she wanted to play dirty, I could definitely play dirty.

My tongue swiped along her slit, following her mouth-watering scent straight to its source, and I thrust my tongue deep inside with no further warning.

That time, Amanda was the one who gasped, her body tensing above me. I only pulled her down harder, burying my face in her warmth completely as I licked along her inner walls, plunging my tongue as deep as it could go and swirling it around to lap up as much of her as possible.

If heaven had a taste, this would be it. Nothing could have prepared me for how good it would taste, and smell, and feel, and I already knew I’d be craving her on my tongue again as soon as we were done.

A strong jolt of desire interrupted my thoughts, all the blood in my body temporarily diverting down to my groin. Stroking me with her hand, Amanda’s tongue swirled over my balls, the sensation equally unexpected and fucking electric.

“Goddess help me,” I muttered, tilting my head back for a deep breath and the chance to gather myself before diving back in. I could have sworn Amanda laughed again, but it quickly faded when my tongue swiped up from her hole and found her clit instead.

Her moan vibrated through her body, setting my nerves on fire in return.

Hips rocked against my face, just enough to show me where she wanted attention, and with all the enthusiasm of a starving man sitting down to dinner, I gave it to her, my lips and tongue nipping, caressing and sucking on her until she moaned again.

A second later, my entire body froze as her warm, wet mouth enveloped my cock.

Instructions between my brain and body short-circuited, pleasure overriding every other rational thought.

My grip on her shifted from holding her in place to holding on for dear life as she pulled me down into a pool of fulfillment I’d never known.

I wanted to drown in it, to let go and let her take control, until I remembered she needed to come first. I couldn’t forget that.

I lost track of time as control shifted back and forth between us.

Every time I thought I might be getting her close, her tongue found another sensitive spot on me, or her hand tugged me in just the right way, and I lost my ability to function.

I teetered on the edge, my body begging for release while my mind resisted, and based on the way her thighs trembled on either side of my face, she couldn’t be far off either.

I knew exactly how stubborn she could be, but I could hold out just as long.

I just didn’t want to anymore.

Lifting her slightly so I could take another breath, gasping for the air my lungs had been denied while I was buried in her, I offered a compromise.

“I’m so fucking close, Alpha. If you let go, I will too.”

I couldn’t say why I called her Alpha at that moment. Maybe because she had the upper hand, literally, being the one on top of me. Or maybe because she’d always held full control of my heart, since the moment our wolves recognized each other. Either way, her body shuddered above me at my words.

“O-okay,” she stuttered out, another sign that I’d been doing my job right. “Together. Don’t let me down now.”

My growl vibrated the bed beneath us. “Not a fucking chance.”

With that, I took one last breath and pulled her back down onto my waiting mouth.

Sparks travelled the length of my cock as she took me in deep, the head of my cock touching the back of her throat.

My hips thrust upwards by themselves. Hers bucked in response, her wetness sliding over my face as I feasted on her, ravenous for the prize I knew was coming.

When she began to tremble beneath my fingers once more, I groaned again, low and deep.

That noise seemed to finally push her over the peak and her thighs contracted, hard, around my head.

As soon as the first taste of her release hit my tongue, I let go too.

My soul disconnected from my body, the sweetest ecstasy flooding me from head to toe.

I thought I was ready, but I was wrong.

Holy fucking hell.

Everything disappeared, nothing left in the world but me, her, and the deepest, truest satisfaction I’d ever known.

Gradually, my consciousness returned, and I realized I was still holding onto Amanda’s hips so tightly, she’d probably have bruises in the morning. Forcing my body to obey, my grip loosened, and she immediately lifted herself off me, letting a rush of air back into my lungs.

I immediately missed the feel of her on my face. Breathing was nice, sure, but given the choice between the two, I’d take her pussy every time.

Amanda’s breaths sounded shorter than before as she lay her head against my thigh to catch her breath, and the gesture somehow felt more intimate than anything else we’d just done.

Like I told her, I’d had sex before. There had been no emotions involved, just young, horny werewolves looking for a physical outlet. It felt good in the moment and as soon as it ended, I never thought about it again.

This, though… this would linger in my memories for the rest of my fucking life. Which made the next words either of us chose to say extremely important.

Just as I cleared my throat to say those words, to declare my undying devotion to her, or maybe just tell her how incredible that had been and how I already wanted to go back for seconds, a loud beeping sound filled the room.

Amanda immediately scrambled off me, her eyes wide. I caught just a glimpse of the shadow of her pleasure before it vanished beneath a wave of confusion. “What was that?”

I didn’t know, but the next sound made it a lot clearer. An intercom crackled to life, static noise followed by the unmistakable voice of Beta Savannah.

“We’re coming in. You’ve got five seconds to make sure all your clothes are on.”