Werewolf in a Suit book 2 (Werewolf,Romance,Paranormal) Read Free

won’t bother with clothing next time.”
     
    Marcus looked up at me, his blue eyes dark and forbidding, and I felt a perverse thrill at knowing that I had displeased him, somehow. “That,” he began, a thread of something ominous in his voice, “is a terrible idea.”
     
    He slapped the curve of my ass in reprimand, and crying out in surprise, I bucked my hips and almost threw him off of me. Sharp bursts of pain darted through my veins from the stinging point of contact, and I hissed when he rubbed soothing circles into the bruise.
     
    Swearing under my breath, I tried to take a few calming breaths – not that I’d be able to get any calm with Marcus and his hands – and demanded, “Then what was the point of all the questions?”
     
    With a slight smile, he parted my cheeks, squeezing them in his grip before he let them go. He shifted a tiny inch closer as he said, “I just wanted to see how much you could handle before giving up your principles.”
     
    “And now that you’ve found out?” I couldn’t care less about his answer, but I had to ask; for some reason, I was sure he wouldn’t budge if I didn’t wrap this conversation up the way he wanted.
     
    Marcus smirked in response, and my knees trembled when I saw how openly carnal his expression was. “Now, Lily,” he told me, draping my left leg over his shoulder. “I’m going to make you scream.”
     
    I had just enough time to blink at his outrageous declaration before he swooped forward and sucked my slick folds into his mouth. Wonderful, overpowering heat spread in a dizzying rush from his lips all the way across my body, melting my spine and setting my skin on fire. A loud moan slipped out of my throat as he kissed his way around one side, then the other, sliding his tongue along the length of my slit as he moved.
     
    Marcus shifted a little higher, and his wandering lips closed over my clit; for one surreal moment, stars burst to life in my field of vision, and I thought I was losing my mind. My hips rolled into his face, pressing my pussy harder into his mouth, and when he rubbed his tongue around my clit – but never once touching it directly – I was sure I’d never stop buzzing.
     
    Every new swipe felt wetter than the last one, and every touch of his tongue and his lips and his teeth wound me just a little bit tighter. My pulse sounded abnormally loud, my back was slipping against the tree, my breasts were heaving before my eyes, and my world had shrunk down to only that part of me that had Marcus attached as a beautiful bonus.
     
    Then I felt him thrust his tongue into my pussy, and I gave up trying to figure out what it was he was making me feel.
     
    One of his hands moved to massage my clit, while the other reached around to cup the curve of my butt. My ankle dug into his shoulder as he twisted and pushed his tongue, switching depths and changing speeds at will. He nipped at my folds and trailed his fingers down the cleft of my ass, and I squeezed my eyes shut, nearly undone by all the fireworks his touch was setting off through my body.
     
    The pressure – between my thighs, in my chest, deep in my gut – was starting to become too much for me to handle, and when one of his fingers pushed into me at the same time as his tongue, the dam broke and I came apart at the seams.
     
    Crying out, I used my heel to shove him forward, needing him to stop and never stop as wave after wave of pure bliss filled me to the brim. My blood felt too hot, my bones felt too weak, and with noises that were as incoherent as my thoughts, I clenched around his tongue, relishing the harsh bite of his teeth against my too-sensitive folds. My pulse raced – dangerously fast, in my opinion – and when Marcus pulled himself away from me, I sighed, riding out one of the best orgasms I’d ever had to the best of my ability.
     
    I blinked when I felt him lower my leg, a breathy giggle slipping through my dry lips as the grass tickled my foot. Marcus