Page 72 of Hunting the Alpha
“Why?” I blew on her clit, then took some more.
“Because,” she replied through gritted teeth, “I want you inside me when I come.”
“And what’s to say I can’t make you come twice, mmm?”
She laughed at that, the sound of it drowned out by her moan as I licked again.
Breathing heavy, she said, “You’re torturing me.”
“Yes, I am.”
Lick her. Lick and taste, my wolf begged, and I did, my fingers slow and purposeful; my tongue unrelenting.
She came like a swan song, clutching her legs around my head, falling into the abyss of her pleasure. I held on, lapping what I could, riding with her. But I wasn’t done.
“Let me discover your sweet spots,” I smirked, trailing my tongue along the inside of her thigh, moving to her stomach. I lifted her wrist to my mouth, and turned the soft spot to me, playing there for a little while.
She moaned.
“Found one,” I laughed, continuing to move around her body, finding what gave her pleasure. She giggled like crazy when I reached her neck, a snort-laugh escaping. I couldn’t resist doing it again.
“Stop it!” She pushed at my chest, laughter spilling from her mouth. “Stop!”
Laughing with her, I took her off guard and plunged my tongue deep into her mouth, scooping her up. I settled between her legs, grinding against her wetness. I loved her response to me, my wolf lapping it up.
“Please,” she begged against my mouth, eager for me to enter her. But I needed to hear it.
“Say you’re mine first.”
“I’m yours,” she panted. “I’m yours.”
Something vicious shoved me into me, urging me to bite her. Then my fucking wolf joined in.Bite her,he pleaded.Please, we must bite her!
I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to fight off the desperate compulsion.
“Donovan?”
I forced open my eyes, my jaw clenched from the pain of holding it back. Savannah stroked my face, concerned.
“It’s the mate magic,” I tried to explain through gritted teeth. “My wolf. He wants to claim you so badly, sweetheart. I’ll hold it back though. Just give me a second.”
I closed my eyes again, my pulsing dick resting against the heat of her core as I balanced on the threshold.
“Donovan,” she whispered.
“It’s fine,” I breathed. “One more minute.”
“Donovan,” she said again, louder this time.
I focused on her, trying to see through the pain. I could do it. I just needed to find the strength to stand and walk away from her until it receded.
“Claim me,” she demanded, her eyes alight.
“What?” My wolf howled inside.
“Claimme.”
“You don’t know what you ask, Savannah,” I choked out. “I don’t want to rush you. But it’s—”