Fangs of Anarchy - Forbidden Alpha (Part 3) Were in the World is Gannon Dodd?: A Werewolf Vampire Shifter Romance Read Free Page A

from her shoulders, dragging it over her arms and letting it fall to the floor.
    Her breathing faltered again, hitching when he traced the outline of her breast under her flannel nightgown un til her nipple puckering in response.
    “I can’t do it, Claire.”
    “Can’t…” She swallowed hard, her chest tight. “Do what?”
    “Stay away from you.”
    Those words, those four small words, made her crumble. Lifting her nightgown at the hem, she pulled it over her head, dropping it to the floor on top of her bathrobe and shaking out her hair.
    Irish’s arm snaked around her waist, dragging her closer until her back arched and the place between her thighs ached. She reached between them, tugging at his jeans, pulling his belt buckle open and unzipping the zipper as he took off his shirt and threw his jacket on the floor.
    He groaned when she thrust her hand into the top of his boxer briefs, capturing his cock in her hand and stroking its length. His fingers dug into her sk in, but she welcomed the sting of pinched flesh, reveled in his hands on her just before she slid down his body and knelt before him.
    And then Irish was naked, naked and perfect, muscle and taut flesh, narrow planes and hard edges, all waiting for her hand s to explore.
    His cock stood rigid and thick when she whispered her lips over it, making his hands reach for her hair, clutching it in tight handfuls on either side of her head.
    Claire smiled when she ran her tongue over his length, swirling it around the head of his cock before taking all of Irish in her mouth.
    The muscles of his thighs responded, clenching against her arms, the crisp hairs sprinkled over them rubbing against her flesh as she stroked him with her mouth, taking pass after pass.
    Irish hissed above her, his hips rolling in time with her mouth, his fingers reaching down to cup her chin, slipping between her lips to move with the stroke of her tongue.
    His moans spurred her on, the silky taste of his cock in her mouth leaving her achy and wet. Ir ish’s hands went to her shoulders and he drove into her mouth, leaning back into her strokes until he gripped the mane of her hair, pulling her away.
    He dragged her upward by her arms, his eyes blazing, body rigid.
    Claire curled into him, molding her body to his until every ounce of their flesh touched, twining her arms around his neck, sighing her pleasure.
    Her nipples scraped against his chest when he wrapped her hair around his wrist and yanked her head back, taking her lips in a hard kiss, driving his c ool tongue into her mouth.
    Claire whimpered, inhaling sharply when he walked toward the bed and pulled her down. She landed on top of him with the sweet, scent of clean sheets and Irish’s cologne filling her nose.
    His hands roamed over her hot skin, cupping her breast, thumbing her nipple until it was tight with sharp need, pulling her upward so his lips could latch onto it.
    Irish swirled his tongue over the hot bud, tugging at it, pulling it as the heat rose between her legs and she ached to impale herself on his cock. But he held her firm, slipping his hand between her thighs and spreading her wide.
    His groan was primal, thick with his desire, sending waves of shivers along her spine. Claire bit her lip, the pleasure of his fingers circling her clit so intense, she came without warning, pressing her breast into his mouth and rocking against him until she cried out.
    The feel of his steely body beneath hers, the masterful stokes of his fingers had her clenching her eyes shut, grinding her teeth to keep from screaming. He lifted his head as her climax slowed, moving his mouth from her nipple and sliding down along her body, trailing kisses over her ribs, teasing her hipbone with his tongue before he rested between her thighs.
    Claire held her breath, gripping his hair, willing him to take the first stroke. When his tongue snaked out, she rocked backward, held up only by Irish’s hands on her ass, clutching her skin, kneading the