A Muse for Mishka (Wiccan-Were-Bear #12) Read Online Free Page B

tugged, tearing the seam
easily. When he’d torn the other side, he ran his palm over her
bared bottom, as she pushed his pants down his legs. When he was
free of his pants, she swung her thigh over him, moving back until
her pussy hovered over his face. Her flesh was bare and glistening
with arousal, and the sweet scent of her was enough to drive him
insane.
    She didn’t say anything as she kissed the top
of his dick again, and he wasn’t sure he would be able to
articulate how happy he was that she was his. He might not be able
to speak the words right now, but he could show her. Grasping her
hips, he pulled her down to his mouth, and stroked his tongue along
her pussy. He wiggled her clit and then pushed his tongue into her,
finding her taste even more addictive than her scent. She took him
into her mouth, rubbing her tongue along the underside of his
length, bobbing her head up and down as she played with his balls
and drove him wild. He pushed away the climax that tingled at the
base of his spine, wanting her to come first before they made love
and then bonded together.
    Tilting her hips, he drove his tongue into
her pussy, and then lapped at her clit. The bud tightened under his
tongue, and she writhed above him. He held her still, driving her
to the peak of pleasure. Closing his lips over her clit, he sucked
the bud into his mouth and slid his hands over her thighs and
pressed his fingers into her pussy. She moaned, the sound rippling
down his shaft, and he used his fingers to spread her pussy apart
for his questing fingers as he laved her clit with his tongue. Her
whole body trembled, and her clit throbbed against his tongue as
she lifted from his cock and shouted his name. She writhed on top
of him, and he almost lost it.
    He pushed her gently to her back and moved
over top of her, stopping to kiss her sensitive clit and lick the
sweet essence of her arousal from his fingers. Kissing up the
center of her body, he slid into the cradle of her hips and probed
her entrance with his hard length. She wrapped her legs around him
and fisted his hair with a soft cry of need. Her eyes were
brilliant blue, shining as if lit from within, and he felt the
first early connection of their bond strengthen. He pushed into her
until their bodies were tightly wed and gazed down at her.
    Her pussy gripped him hard, and his cock
twitched. He reached for the headboard, anchoring himself to the
wrought iron frame as he gripped her thigh and pulled it higher up
his side. Moving slowly, he eased out of her heat until only the
tip was inside, and then he pushed forward. She met his thrusts,
twisting her fingers in his hair and holding his gaze. He pulled
out again and pushed forward, feeling his control slowly
unraveling. He increased the pace, using the headboard for leverage
as he moved in and out of her. She moved one hand to his bicep,
wrapping her hand around it and digging her fingers into his
flesh.
    “Fuck, Mishka,” she moaned, meeting him
thrust for thrust.
    “Mine,” he growled, lowering his head to kiss
her. She sucked on his tongue with a sultry sound, arching under
him as her pussy hugged him. He pushed his hand under her lower
back and lifted her from the bed. His pelvis rubbed against her
clit, and he knew he’d found a place to take her over the edge
again as she sucked in a breath.
    He held her tight, moving in and out of her
as fast as he could, using all his strength to hold his own
pleasure back until the end, until she came apart on a keening cry,
her body locking down on his and pulling his climax from him. He
shredded his wrist with his fangs and pushed his bleeding arm
against her lips. She moaned as she latched onto him. He sank his
fangs into her throat, his body still spasming in the throes of the
most intense pleasure that he’d ever had.
    As her blood crested his throat, the
connection between them snapped into place. Her blood was thick and
sweet on his tongue, and he closed his eyes as her life flashed