Taming Travis [Wolves of Climax 4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) Read Free

between finding his alpha and enjoying Cassidy. She wasn’t easy to refuse. Her blood called to him like a banquet to a starved man. Besides, he knew Garret was the most capable man alive, and a few more minutes wouldn’t change the future.
    “Look at you,” he said. Her pussy was soaked, her inner lips a deep pinkish hue. The sight of her legs spread and her beautiful body on display was enough to make his balls pull up tight. He wanted to sink into her heat, fill that pretty little cunt full of his cock.
    He’d only just met this woman. She should be a virtual stranger, no different than any woman he’d met in the past. Even the fact Garret supposedly planned to mark her wasn’t reason enough for him to be so captivated with the human. His attraction went deeper than the physical, as if he’d known her all his life. Somehow she’d taunted his wolf with her scent, her knowing blue eyes, and her sweet inner light. He was a lost cause now.
    Matthew wanted to dive in and taste her, to stay between her legs half the day. Gods, he wanted to savor her, bring her to orgasm again and again. But time was a deciding factor now. They needed to bring Cassidy to a fast peak. There would hopefully be plenty more days for patient exploration. He still had so much he wanted to learn about the enigma that stole his heart.
    “She’s fighting me,” said Patrick. Cassidy attempted to close her legs as she rocked back and forth on the other man’s lap. He couldn’t help but smirk as he watched her. About now her skin would be crawling, her blood rushing through her veins. Matthew could scent her ripeness, her desperation to be fucked.
    “Naughty girl, Cassidy. I’m surprised Garret hasn’t taught you how to behave by now. Good thing I came along when I did.” He winked at her, but she was too far gone to see the humor. “Hold her legs open.”
    Patrick struggled for a minute, spreading her thighs while holding each wrist in a hand. Matthew didn’t waste any time. He leaned closer and pressed two fingers to the moist slit bared for him. There was no resistance. He slipped inside her and forced his digits in until they hit the knuckle. She moaned when he began to thrust. The sound whirled around in his head, taking residence. He wanted to remember every pitch of her voice as she lost control. The need, the lust, and the loss of inhibitions were all present in that simple sound.
    “She likes that,” said Patrick. “Give her more.”
    He pumped both fingers in and out while teasing her swollen clit with his thumb. “She wants to be taken hard.” Matthew knew her type well. She liked to be led, commanded, and taken. She protested, even fought Patrick’s grip. Her glazed-over eyes, erotic mewling, and the way her hips thrust up to meet his fingers gave her true desires away. She wanted this, every depraved minute of it.
    Matthew suckled one of her tits. Her skin was so soft, her nipple a tasty little pearl he enjoyed toying with. Each tug of his lips or thrust of his fingers was rewarded with a breathy gasp.
    “Stop teasing,” she muttered. Cassidy dropped her head back against Patrick’s chest, her eyes half-mast.
    His hunger for the little human grew the longer he spent with her. Her pale neckline was exceedingly tempting. His fangs lengthened without command. Matthew wasn’t sure if it was the mating call or his loss of humanity while being imprisoned for so long. What if Garret and the rest of the pack never returned? Shouldn’t he mark her to be safe?
    “I don’t think it would do much harm if I marked her for the pack,” said Matthew. He’d already made up his mind, his mouth salivating at the prospect.
    Patrick growled, releasing one of Cassidy’s legs to give him a hard shove back. “Don’t even think it. If the rest of us can resist, so can you.”
    Maybe it was the captivity. His inner and outer strength had been tested to the limits. He had to hold on to the little control he had left and do things