Fangs of Anarchy: Forbidden Alpha (Part 4) In the Zone: A Werewolf Vampire Shifter Romance

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Book: Fangs of Anarchy: Forbidden Alpha (Part 4) In the Zone: A Werewolf Vampire Shifter Romance Read Free
Author: Dakota Cassidy
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making her mouth water. His shoes and jeans followed until
he was as naked as she was.
    Claire slid forward on the counter, spreading her legs wide
to invite Irish in . She leaned back on her hands, her
nipples tight with anticipation when she captured his dark gaze. “I thought we
were going to talk?”
    Irish wrapped her thighs around his waist before bracketing
her hips by placing his palms on the counter. He stared down at her, his eyes
dark and churning. “Oh, we’ll talk. Make no mistake, Claire. Just because I
want you more than I’m sure is healthy, doesn’t mean we won’t have that talk.
Now, it’s been three days since I’ve been inside you. Service me, Librarian,”
he said on a grin before he swiped his tongue over her lips.
    Claire moaned, wet, achy, in desperate need of everything
Irish. His words, his mouth, his hands—all of it. Nuzzling his chin, she nipped
it hard, soothing the spot with her lips while reaching between them and
enveloping his thick cock in her hand, stroking it. “I missed you,” she
whispered, tears stinging her eyes.
    For every forbidden moment they spent together, for every
moment she worried they’d be caught, this— this —was
all worth it.
    Irish groaned against her neck, driving into her hand as she
stroked him. When his mouth found the shell of her ear, he whispered, “I missed
you, too, Troublemaker, and if I don’t fuck the life out of you, bury my tongue
in that sweet, lickable pussy of yours soon, I’ll
make you regret coming here without me.”
    Claire arched her back so her nipples could scrape against
the fine hair between his pecs , moaning when their
flesh connected. “You’d damn well better make me regret it.”
    Irish’s mouth captured hers, raking his tongue over her
teeth before plunging between her lips, leaving her gasping for breath. He
snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her flush to him, molding their torsos
together.
    Heat pulsed between her thighs, red-hot and desperate.
Electricity sizzled through her veins when he slid his hand under her ass and
kneaded the flesh.
    Claire wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him
tighter, absorbing the feel of his cool flesh, hooking her ankles behind him,
grinding against him, begging him with her body to drive into her.
    Tearing his mouth from hers, he shook his head, unwrapping
her legs and stooping to grab the towel, which he laid on the counter behind
her.
    Twisting a handful of her hair around his wrist, he tipped
her head back. “Uh-uh, Librarian, back that pretty ass up. When I said I wanted
to bury my tongue between your thighs, maybe I should have said I need to bury my tongue between your thighs.
Spread your legs, Claire,” he ordered with a growl that left her heart
throbbing against her ribs.
    Claire followed his command, leaning back until she was
flush with the counter and Irish had lifted her leg, his lips skimming her
calf. She shivered at the heat of his tongue, such an opposition to the cool
touch of his fingers as they trailed a path along her thigh.
    His dark head between her legs drove her mad, his mouth
moving over her flesh, his hair caressing her skin. Irish leaned over her,
letting his cheek rest on her abdomen, slipping a finger between her folds and
spreading her wide.
    He mumbled something she couldn’t hear for the roar in her
head, for the white-hot sliver of heat that shot to her core as she waited for
his tongue. Claire clenched her fists, bracing her heels on the counter, her
chest heaving.
    And then Irish took his first lick,
a long, searing swipe. Tears stung her eyes as all her muscles clenched; his
tongue was so perfect, so essential to her next breath.
    Planting his mouth over her, he imitated a kiss, moving his
lips against her aching flesh, tonguing her clit. It took her to the most
intimate depths, touched her beyond her desire.
    Claire whimpered, helpless beneath him, vulnerable to the
powerful lust he evoked in her. Raw. She was raw with agonizing need

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