Page 96 of Scars of the Sun
I snarled playfully and shot down to her neck, nipping along her skin and making exaggerated grumbling noises. She batted against my shoulders and arms, and her surprised chuckles turned to full-out giggles as I brought my hands into my tickling. While I nipped along her shoulders and cheeks, my fingers danced along her sides and armpits, letting my mate’s mirth fill the tranquil air.
“Río,” she gasped, but my princess was as strong as I was. She held me close and didn’t try to push me away. Even the annoying glass lenses before my eyes didn’t obscure my view ofRamona, flushed and happy in my arms. Her hair was freshly braided and fuzzing as a result of her writhing. I loved it.
“What is it, baby?” I added a little more force to my biting at her mark while gentling my fingers fluttering along her ribs.
She was still smiling, but her eyes narrowed. “What happened to you being a good boy?”
My cock gave a happy jerk at the pet name, recallingverywell what she’d just done to me, and I smiled cheekily. “Hmm, Good Río can’t come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and num—” the rest of my words were muffled beneath her hand clasped over my lips with her expression turning dry and amused.
I, for one, thought I was fucking hilarious, so I just took a good lick against her palm. She grimaced and retracted her hand to wipe it on the blanket beside us. My lips fell into a pout, “Come on baby, don’t act like you don’t like my tongue. You’ll hurt my feelings.”
Ramona rolled her eyes and stuckhertongue out at me like the delightful brat she was. Joke was on her, because I was a brat, too. I quickly grabbed at her jaw so that she couldn’t escape as I extended my tongue to lick at hers. My sweet and sour persnickety Wolf didn’t shove me away. No, she opened her mouth to lengthen the contact of our tastebuds that still held each other’s flavor.
My mate whimpered under me, still allowing me to lick her, and the insistent cloud of arousal grew around us. But as mates now, the scents were so intertwined that it was impossible in our nest to decipher from which of us it originated. With my hand still holding her face in an immovable grip, I moved to her cheekbone, licking and tasting while she hitched a leg over my shoulder. “Baby,” her plea was breathy, and how could I deny her?
In her ear, I growled, half-shift already starting. “What is it, mi alma gemela? Do you need some help? Craving my dick in that tight pussy so badly already?”
I released my hand on her jaw and brought her other leg over my shoulder, bending her in half. She squirmed impatiently, making the sweetest little mewling noises of frustration. I’d bet that she didn’t know she was doing it, and I wasn’t going to draw attention to her wordless begging for what only I could give her.
Ramona bit at her lip and tried a weak glare up at me, as if she didn’t wanna give me the satisfaction. But the first brush of my hard cock against where she had already gone all sweet and slippery had both of us groaning. “Fuck you,yes. Give it to me.”
I angled my hips to nudge just the slightest bit into her, feeling her lips part around me. A full-body shiver shuddered under my skin. Even still, I tsked, trying to ramp her up even more. “Now, that’s not how you get what you want, Princess. I’m in control again.” I was thrusting shallowly into her, teasing the both of us.
Somewhere under one of her satin-covered pillows, Ramona’s phone started ringing and vibrating against the bed, but we both ignored it. She hitched up onto her elbows, contorting her body even more and creating a delicious angle for me to fuck into. This time, she didn’t glare or spit another demand. Her arched black brows drew up in the middle, and her slender throat worked in a swallow. “Please, Río. I want you so badly.” She chewed at her lip, and I felt my restraints rapidly fall away. “Just hold me down and fuck me and take what’s yours.”
Oh, she was good. I wasn’t a territorial Wolf, but my Jaguar reacted just as any shifter would to that taunt. Even if it was blatant manipulation, there was no holding myself back from sinking my teeth into her mark and bottoming out into my mate.
She screeched, ending the noise on a drawn-out moan as she let me take her with the same ferocity as I had in the tree. Ipumped my hips and pulled my fangs out of her neck to suck and lick at the emphasized claim I had on her. Her toes dangled helplessly in the air as I fucked into my mate like we’d never get to do this again. She’d made me desperate for her then turned around and similarly showed her belly to me. She was fucking perfect, just whimpering with each thrust and holding on. She clenched tightly on me, letting my rough fucking take her up and over the edge. It was a dream, it was bliss, and my body was on fire with her shaking beneath me.
I kept on, chasing my own release, and Ramona petted my back through my fast and erratic movements. “Mm, that’s it baby, you fuck me so good, Río, te amo, te amo.” Her voice was hoarse but sated and full of love, and it was her use of my name and my first language that snapped the last string holding my orgasm back.
It almost hurt in the way the pleasure balled and exploded, where I couldn’t see or hear, justfeel. And as I filled my mate, her walls still convulsing and milking me, I was forever grateful that I’d decided that night during my closing shift to not bolt it out of town.
That I let my Jaguar instincts guide me the second I’d seen her honey eyes. If I knew the fucker at all, he’d been leading me to her all along.
It took a while for the world beyond the comfort of our joined scents and the warmth inside my mate to filter in. The taste of her blood still lingered in my tongue, and I took her jaw again, forcing her mouth open. Ramona was so fucked out that she just smiled and opened up, trusting me wholeheartedly. I spat into her mouth, demanding she taste us both, and she took it in, just as greedily, with a hum. Fuckin’ perfect.
She rubbed her hand against my hips, reminding me that I still had her folded like a pretzel. I pressed up a little and gently guided her legs to the mattress, still unwilling to pull out of her.What would she do if I gifted her a plug for nights like this? So she could keep my cum in her while it was just us in the safety of our home.
The idea and her inevitable irritation but secret excitement about the notion had me grinning down at her and snuffling into her hair.
The insistent ringing over her phone jangled against the soupy bliss both of us were very much enjoying being lost in. With a grumble, I followed the noise and vibrations, pawing through the mound of us-scented fabric until I found her phone almost fallen off the edge of the bed.
A photo of her brother smiling softly while he tossed Dahlia in the air took up the whole screen. It looked like something she’d stumbled upon and took in secret. “Who is it?” Ramona mumbled.
“Your brother,” I went to put the phone back on the bed, but she stilled and scrambled up.
Without resistance, I handed the phone to her, wondering what was so special about her brother calling, but sat back and waited.
She leaned on an elbow, and I half listened while still marveling at where we were connected. When she answered the call, however, I froze as I could hear crackling of chaos on the other line.
Over that, her brother growled a bone-chilling note. “Where the fuck is your mate? Is he with you?” Shit. Why did I feel like I was about to get punched again?
I didn’t even need to try and remember how to get there. The smoke rising into the black sky was enough of a beacon. I groundmy teeth, pushing my bike as quickly as I could go with Ramona clinging to my back. The house wasn’t far from my apartment, and the smell of ash and doused flames was already stinging my nose and eyes, even beneath my helmet. Ramona’s arms tightened around me, and I squeezed her hand reassuringly before returning it to the handlebar. Not ten seconds later, we were pulling into… what was left of the white house.
The fire truck parked out front had its flashing lights turned off. The firefighters almost finished packing up their stuff, now, and commotion of multiple humans and shifters assaulted my senses. But I fought through the cacophony to stay steady and strong for my mate. And to prepare for the onslaught that was sure to come my way after what my sisters had done.
The white witch house was a charred, smoldering mess. Wolves milled about like concerned citizens, but I knew that they were trying to catch any helpful scents that would aid them in their own investigation of what happened.