Untamed: an Alpha's Love (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Evelyn Glass
get him close. She was teasing him, and she was doing an excellent job of it. He grinned as he realized this was payback for making her beg earlier. Fine. He'd beg, he'd get on his knees, he'd do whatever she wanted. He was completely in her thrall.
And then her soapy hand slid into the crevice between his buttocks, and he held his breath as she soaped and rinsed, her fingers never settling anywhere, until he was so hard he thought he'd explode at the slightest touch. But he didn't, not when she dropped to her knees to suck him into her mouth and not when she moaned softly around him as she swallowed more and more of his length. Not even when he felt himself nudging at the back of her throat, watching the rapture on her face as she took every inch of him.
But when she peeked through her eyelashes and whispered, "You taste pretty clean to me," the pressure in his balls built to a glorious peak. He hauled her to her feet and pressed her to the tiled wall.
"Fuck, Charmaine, do you have any idea what you do to me?" he groaned.
"I have an idea." Her lips hovered millimeters from hers. "But you can still tell me."
"I want to show you instead."
Her blue eyes widened and he saw the flush build in her cheeks. She licked her lips and he wrestled with the animal part of him that urged him to bite her wet mouth and slam into her right there. "Show me, then." Her voice was husky with desire and her hand on him felt hot, even through the warm water of the shower.
He turned the water off and carefully wrapped her in a towel before scooping her into his arms and carrying her to their bed. He wiped away every drop of water, starting with her face, and wrung the moisture from her hair before easing her back on their bed.
She lay spread before him like a perfect feast, but he didn't trust himself to be inside her, not in that state. Not yet. He kneeled beside her and ran his hands over every inch of her. Her eyes never left the throbbing heat between his leg growing bigger and needier by the second.
"Do you know what you to do to me?" she whispered, so softly he could barely hear her. When he shook his head she guided his hand down, down, between her thighs, spreading them wide and slicking his fingers into her wetness. He stroked her and watched her lips part. The flush was back in her cheeks, her eyes bright.
When he dipped his head for a taste he was greeted by her familiar tartness on his tongue. Just a faint trace of her musk tickled his nostrils, but it was enough to garner an answering twitch of his cock. God, she's delicious . With his own need all but forgotten, he buried his face between her ivory thighs and lost himself in the joy of pleasuring her with his mouth.
It didn't take much. Within moments she arched her back and cried out, and he let her sweet nectar flow over his tongue before he climbed between her legs and slipped inside of her, no longer worried if he'd last very long. He'd given her pleasure, and that was the important thing. Beneath him she was gorgeous, completely uninhibited in her lovemaking, twined around him and making the most beautiful sounds he'd ever heard. When he came it was like a flag unfurling in the wind, and he allowed himself to be battered on the breeze before rippling free.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was much later when Charmaine reluctantly untangled herself from Parker's arms to get a drink of water. It was already dark, the moon casting soft beams through the windows so that she strolled through shadows into the kitchen. She smiled at the mess in the kitchen—clothes strewn about, the dish of pineapple waiting to be put away—and set to tidying things up.
She'd just turned out the lights when she heard her phone chirp from deep in her purse. Reluctantly she dug into the bottom of the bag, already suspecting what she'd find. Sure enough, there was a series of calls and texts from Scottie:
1:35 PM— Are you home
And then her soapy hand slid into the crevice between his buttocks, and he held his breath as she soaped and rinsed, her fingers never settling anywhere, until he was so hard he thought he'd explode at the slightest touch. But he didn't, not when she dropped to her knees to suck him into her mouth and not when she moaned softly around him as she swallowed more and more of his length. Not even when he felt himself nudging at the back of her throat, watching the rapture on her face as she took every inch of him.
But when she peeked through her eyelashes and whispered, "You taste pretty clean to me," the pressure in his balls built to a glorious peak. He hauled her to her feet and pressed her to the tiled wall.
"Fuck, Charmaine, do you have any idea what you do to me?" he groaned.
"I have an idea." Her lips hovered millimeters from hers. "But you can still tell me."
"I want to show you instead."
Her blue eyes widened and he saw the flush build in her cheeks. She licked her lips and he wrestled with the animal part of him that urged him to bite her wet mouth and slam into her right there. "Show me, then." Her voice was husky with desire and her hand on him felt hot, even through the warm water of the shower.
He turned the water off and carefully wrapped her in a towel before scooping her into his arms and carrying her to their bed. He wiped away every drop of water, starting with her face, and wrung the moisture from her hair before easing her back on their bed.
She lay spread before him like a perfect feast, but he didn't trust himself to be inside her, not in that state. Not yet. He kneeled beside her and ran his hands over every inch of her. Her eyes never left the throbbing heat between his leg growing bigger and needier by the second.
"Do you know what you to do to me?" she whispered, so softly he could barely hear her. When he shook his head she guided his hand down, down, between her thighs, spreading them wide and slicking his fingers into her wetness. He stroked her and watched her lips part. The flush was back in her cheeks, her eyes bright.
When he dipped his head for a taste he was greeted by her familiar tartness on his tongue. Just a faint trace of her musk tickled his nostrils, but it was enough to garner an answering twitch of his cock. God, she's delicious . With his own need all but forgotten, he buried his face between her ivory thighs and lost himself in the joy of pleasuring her with his mouth.
It didn't take much. Within moments she arched her back and cried out, and he let her sweet nectar flow over his tongue before he climbed between her legs and slipped inside of her, no longer worried if he'd last very long. He'd given her pleasure, and that was the important thing. Beneath him she was gorgeous, completely uninhibited in her lovemaking, twined around him and making the most beautiful sounds he'd ever heard. When he came it was like a flag unfurling in the wind, and he allowed himself to be battered on the breeze before rippling free.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was much later when Charmaine reluctantly untangled herself from Parker's arms to get a drink of water. It was already dark, the moon casting soft beams through the windows so that she strolled through shadows into the kitchen. She smiled at the mess in the kitchen—clothes strewn about, the dish of pineapple waiting to be put away—and set to tidying things up.
She'd just turned out the lights when she heard her phone chirp from deep in her purse. Reluctantly she dug into the bottom of the bag, already suspecting what she'd find. Sure enough, there was a series of calls and texts from Scottie:
1:35 PM— Are you home
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