Mr. Red Riding Hoode: Poconos Pack, Book 2 Read Free Page B

him inside her in the worst way.
    He pulled on her hair until she arched and bared her neck to him. He bit down, his human teeth dull, vaguely unsatisfying. She almost demanded the mating bite, wanting to feel his teeth slide beneath her skin, claiming her, but this wasn’t the time.
    When he fucked her, she’d demand it. Only then.
    He pushed her back down on the mattress, her skin mourning the loss of his, but not for long. Steve began massaging her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. He tugged and pulled, rubbing his palms over the tips until she was squirming beneath him.
    He watched her with the same ferocity a tiger showed its prey. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
    She arched a brow at him, smiling when he laughed.
    He pulled back and began yanking off her jeans, licking his lips as her pussy was exposed to his view. “Oh, sweetheart. You know I love it when you go commando.”
    She grinned. “I was hoping to be a late lunch.”
    “Good thing, because I’m starving.”
    Chela shivered as Steve ran his hand down her chest and over her stomach, petting her once more.
    His thumb brushed against her clit, driving her insane with butterfly soft touches. “I guess it’s a good thing I skipped lunch.”
    “Mm-hm.” Chela moaned as he kissed her inner thigh. The slight sting of teeth surprised her as he sucked up a mark, his blue eyes darkening as he watched her.
    Chela quivered under his gaze. It wasn’t the mating mark, but it was a start. God, she craved the bite, needed it, was even willing to take it there if that was what he wanted.
    Then all thought fled. He finally licked her pussy, marks forgotten in the wet heat of his tongue. He held her thighs apart, keeping her spread for him as he lapped at her. He slid his tongue over her clit with rhythmic strokes and she bucked against him, the pleasure building as he slid his fingers inside her, letting her feel the stretch.
    Her thighs quivering, she came, crying out her pleasure as her whole body shook for him.
    He kissed her once more, the tang of her climax flavoring it, before sliding his cock into her.
    He hadn’t even taken off his jeans. The rough material brushed against her legs with every stroke, his ass and cock the only things bared as he plunged inside her over and over again. She held on to the edge of the bed as he rode her. The sound of the headboard banging against the back wall grew louder and louder as he took her.
    They were gasping, moaning into each other’s mouths as he kept kissing her and fucking her. She’d wrapped her legs around his, wanting the feel of cloth against as much of her skin as possible.
    When he tilted his head she struck, her fangs sinking deep into his neck right where it joined his shoulder. He did the same to her, and the orgasm that roared over her when he claimed her blinded her. The feel of his pleasure as her Omega gifts took over made her whole body seize with ecstasy.
    He roared, his head thrown back, his blue eyes wolf-gold, his fangs tipped with her blood, and poured himself into her.
    It was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen.
     
    Steve stretched, groaning as every muscle in his body complained because he was no longer under the nice, warm covers. He’d dreamed of rolling around on pristine white sheets with a certain brown-eyed girl all night long on that king-size sleigh bed. He’d woken twice to finish himself off, the urge to find Graciela and fuck her until she screamed so strong he’d almost left his room to stalk the poor girl.
    Strangely enough, he’d never slept so well. He felt rested, ready to face the day.
    More importantly, he was ready to find his brown-eyed girl and see if reality could ever match up to dreams.
    He scratched his chest and opened the brown curtains. The entire room was a study in beige and brown, with dark wooden beams and dark-stained wood around the window. But instead of going kitschy, like he’d seen in other ski resorts, Rick had gone classic,