Chance on Love (Kagan Wolves) Read Online Free Page B

he anticipated. The scent of her arousal was strong, and breathing in the evidence of her desire left him light-headed and eager.
    He laid a hand on her hip to steady himself, then went to work wiping the dried blood from her skin. Much like the one on her arm, the scratch had healed, a bonus of shifter genetics. Although not immortal, they lived hundreds of years compared to the few decades humans did. He swept the square piece of cotton over the pink line once more, then tossed it aside.
    He tipped his head back. “Any more?”
    Her dilated eyes locked on to his. She shook her head. “No. That’s it.”
    “Good.”
    He turned his attention to the female in his arms. No hair covered her sex. He leaned closer and inhaled, needing to drug himself on her scent. Deep breaths satisfied the craving but made his mouth water. He moved his hands to her ass and held her steady while he licked her. Her taste flooded his mouth, and a groan escaped him.
    So good. She could be his new addiction. He tipped her bottom to give him better access. Her shocked gasp registered, along with the firm grip of her hands on his shoulders, but he didn’t acknowledge either. He couldn’t. Lapping up her arousal became his entire focus.
    He parted her lower lips with his tongue and explored her folds, taking her flavor inside and memorizing the feel of her slick sex under his lips. He worked his way to her opening and thrust his tongue inside her. She rewarded him with a moan and more of her sweetness. He swallowed her offering, then curled the tip of his tongue, drawing more forth.
    She rubbed her sex against him, a demand he didn’t mind answering. More licks, more teasing strokes of his tongue, and she sucked in a sharp breath.
    “Yes. Like that.” She clutched the strands of his hair and rocked, fucking herself on his tongue. “Please, make me come.”
    He urged her to drape one leg over his shoulder. The move opened her to him. He yanked her ass higher, forcing her to either clutch him for support or fall. She gripped him, digging her nails into his flesh. The pinch inflamed him.
    He let a rumbly growl escape, then shifted his attention to her clit. A swipe of his flattened tongue over it, and she whimpered. A nibble to the erect bud, and she squirmed. A tug, and she screamed her release. He thrust two fingers into her, while he teased her clit, stretching her orgasm until she trembled.
    In one quick move, he released her and stood. He captured her mouth with his, swallowing her gasp. For a brief moment, he wondered if it bothered her that he’d kissed her lower lips first. Her throaty groan a second later pushed the question aside. She tilted her head and licked the inside of his mouth, an erotic and carnal exploration he was sure he’d never shared with another woman.
    He ran his hands over her back, tugging her impossibly closer. Her breasts pushed against his chest, and her legs tangled with his. She arched into him, and he lifted her, supporting her completely. The small sign of her submission registered in his brain. She trusted him to hold her and not let her fall. Such a little thing; a human wouldn’t give it a second thought. A shifter, though? It spoke volumes.
    It wasn’t quite enough.
    He lowered them so they knelt on the soft rug. It took more willpower than he wanted to admit, but he tore his mouth from hers and reached for the soft strip of fabric he’d found in hall closet. He held it up. “Your turn. Make me come.”
    She cocked a brow. “You want me to tie you up?”
    “No.” He moved behind her and took her wrists, crossing them at the base of her spine. “You will be.”
    She glanced over her shoulder. “And if I say no?”
    He brushed his thumb over the inside of her wrist. “Then we skip this, and I’ll lay you down and make love to you.”
    She licked her lips. “Make it tight. I want to struggle to get my hands on you.”
    He used the soft fabric to bind her arms, pulling the knot tight, exactly as