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

flesh.
    Irish had no mercy tonight, every move he made was forc eful, demanding, every lick to her aching flesh driving her to a place filled with sweetly sharp pleasure.
    His mouth moved over her, his fingers slipped inside her, stroking, teasing until her head fell back on her shoulders and tears stung her eyes.
    Nothing felt like this. Nothing compared. No other man. No other experience had ever taken her to this place, rich with texture, dark, light, soft, hard.
    And she didn’t ever want it to end.
    The moment Claire allowed that thought to enter her head was the moment she came again, crashing against Irish’s mouth, screaming out his name.
    Her thighs clenched his head, her hands gripped his hair, her heart crashed in her ears while wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her—every nerve-ending on fire, every slash of his tongue stoking her desire.
    Her breathing was ragged, her body melting butter when she pulled away, sliding down his chest to rest her cheek on his pec. Claire gasped for breath, feeling the press of his cock, needing him inside her.
    Irish wrapped his arms around her, stoking her back, soothing her until she recovered, until she was able to lift herself up, position him at her entrance and drive downward.
    Irish reared up, hissing when she lifted her hips and slid down him again, letting him fill her up, lett ing this sense of utter completion take her away.
    Her hair fell across his chest, his eyes on her, forcing her to watch him watch her .
    “You’re beautiful when you fuck, Claire. So goddamn beautiful,” he whispered, husky and low, thrusting upward, stretching her.
    His words, seductive, sultry, carnal, drove her mad, made her feel powerful, desired. It was in that moment she knew Irish should always be hers. It was in that moment she knew Irish would do anything for her.
    That she had that kind of power over someone as big and commanding as Irish was an aphrodisiac.
    A thrill like no other.
    He gripped her hips, securing her firmly to him, slowing his strokes, instinctively knowing how to move inside her.
    His muscles began to tense in increments while her hands smo othed over his chest, tweaking his nipples. Her palm rolling up his cool skin and she slipped her fingers inside his mouth.
    Claire reached between them, lifting her hips and circling the root of his cock with her hand, rising, falling, clenching him, heari ng the crash of their flesh just as she sensed Irish’s release.
    She tightened her grip on his cock, adding a bit of pressure until he gripped her thighs and his head reared back.
    And she watched, watched as he came, watched the strong cords of muscle in his neck ripple, watched as his sharply angled jaw clenched tight in his release.
    Then Claire came again, too, moving her hand from between them, falling forward onto him as her clit scraped against his groin and his crisp pubic hair rubbed delicious frictio n against it.
    Her lungs fought for air, her body crumbling against him as his arms enveloped her and he buried his face in her neck, murmuring her name.
    Her return to earth was slow, but winding down in Irish’s strong embrace was heaven, and she didn’t know if she could ever give that up.
    His lips found hers, soft, tender, all Irish. She snuggled against him, needing this, needing him near more than she needed to breathe.
    “We have some figuring out to do, Claire.”
    She entwined her fingers with his. “What do we need to figure out?”
    “How we can be together. I’m not letting you go, Claire. So don’t bother to tell me otherwise. I know we have things to deal with. Hadley, the council, your pack, my clan, but the hell I’m letting you go.”
    Tears stung her eyes. Likely, that was impossible, but for right now, in this moment, she wanted to believe they could find a way. “And how do you suppose we do that?”
    “This is where you tell me you feel the same way, Claire. Why are you always so insensit ive to my needs, werewolf?” he teased,