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to taste and discover their mate.
The hands on the top of her ass traveled lower, cupping her full globes and
squeezing them. He pressed them together, and the move transferred to her pussy,
teasing her lower lips. Her heat clenched and she instinctively rocked against Wyatt s
hips, drawing a deep moan from him.
Sweetheart, we need to stop or lay down because my legs won t hold me much
longer. The sexual promise in his voice had her easing away from him. It had her
sliding her hands along his arms and finally catching his wrist before he could move
away.
Her clothes were still more off than on, but she didn t care. He knew what she
looked like dressed, and he wasn t turned off by her curves. She flicked a glance at the
bulge in his jeans. No, he wasn t turned off at all.
Come lay with me, Wyatt. She tugged as she stepped back, closer to the bed. I
don t think I can
I ll thank God for whatever you will give me, sweetheart.
She nodded, accepting his statement at face value, and let herself sit on the edge of
the mattress. Which put her at eye level with a certain part of him. Fear hit her in a
quick spike, but her cat shoved the feeling down. It hadn t trusted any other male
ever but it wanted and needed Wyatt. It wasn t about to let the human part of her ruin
things.
Taking a deep breath, she released him and wiggled backward onto the bed. She
made sure her top stayed draped across her breasts as she shifted and slid until she sat
in the middle. Wyatt still lingered near the edge.
Bethy& Doubt lingered in his voice, and she held her hand out for him.
Come lay with me. Kiss me. Touch me. I ll do the same to you and we ll go from
there. A heated blush filled her face. Just don t expect everything.
An emotion she didn t want to examine filled his gaze. Anything is everything to
me.
Then come here. It was as if he was waiting on the added reassurance. Because
suddenly he was there, and stretched out beside her. He was still dressed in his shirt
and jeans, but the fabric molded to his muscled body, outlining every chiseled part of
him.
Now that she had him where she wanted him, what the hell should she do?
Her shirt brushed her bare breast, reminding her once again of its presence. Taking
a deep breath, she grasped the material and lifted it from her body, sliding it over her
head in a rush and then tossing it away.
She squirmed, worried at his reaction. The bruises still stained her pale skin, but
then she caught the pure heat in his eyes.
Damn. He reached for her, hand pausing when his palm was inches from her
right breast. Bethy?
She reached out and cupped the back of his hand and guided him toward her body.
Touch me, Wyatt. I ll tell you if something s wrong, but I need you to touch me. I need
my mate.
It was like a switch flipped because then he was there, easing her to lie against the
mattress, his large body spread out beside her as he propped himself on an elbow. As if
waiting for her to bolt, he slowly brought his hand to her breast, obviously still worried
she d panic.
Wyatt, love me like you d love any other woman, her panther snarled at the idea
that another had touched him. I promise to tell you if I m scared. I said that already.
But
I m gonna bite your ass if you don t stop treating me like I m made of glass.
Wyatt grinned. Promise.
She really was ready to bite him, but then he gave her what she desired. He cupped
her breast, hand holding the fullness while his thumb flicked her nipple. Oh, God.
He released a low, cocky chuckle, and she promised she d growl at him about it
later. Like, after he was done scraping his nail over the hardened nub. Yeah, she d say
something when it stopped feeling so good.
Then, when he captured the tiny bit of flesh between thumb and forefinger and
gently squeezed, she realized it d never stop feeling good. Especially when he locked
his gaze with hers and slowly lowered his head, mouth open. He caught her nipple
with his lips and plucked the nubbin before tapping it with his tongue.
The touch went straight to her pussy, yanking a moan from her chest and she
arched into his caress.
Yes, she hissed, unable to do much else.
He did it again, adding a hint of suction as he teased her, toyed with her breast and
increased her arousal. Her pussy was hot and aching, growing slicker by the breath.
Wyatt, she whined, unsure of what she wanted. Her body craved more. More of
his hands. More of his mouth. Just more.
He released her nipple with a soft pop and blew warm air on the bit of flesh. Shh&
I ve got you. He lifted her breast to his mouth and circled her nipple with his tongue.
Is this what you want?
She whimpered and nodded.
How about more? Just a little?
Millie s pussy clenched, her body liking the idea of more a whole lot. She nodded
again.
Instead of immediately giving her what she desired, he transferred his attentions to
her other breast, treating it to the same, delicious attentions. A tap, a nibble, a hint of
suction. She arched and writhed against him, ignoring the lingering aches from her
deep bruises. There was no amount of pain that could banish the pleasure she derived
from his touch.
Wyatt teased and tormented, her body responding to every caress, her cunt
tightening and silently demanding to be filled and stretched by him. But& she wasn t
there yet. Not quite.
Wyatt, she moaned when he sucked hard. Please.
The hand cupping her breast drifted over her abdomen, gently gliding over her
bruised skin in a barely-there touch. He kept moving, stroking her, until his fingers met
the button on her shorts. He released her nipple long enough to voice his question.
Bethy? He tweaked the button.
Yes. Please.
That was all the assurance he needed. The button snapped with a quick tug and the
sound of her zipper lowering warred with their soft panting. Cool air bathed the curve
of her belly, and she remembered panties had been another clothing optional thing as
well. The fact the garment was missing was driven home by Wyatt s deep moan.
God, sweetheart. What you do to me.
She didn t have a chance to respond, not when those warm, callused fingers stroked
her sensitive skin and played with the curls guarding her mound.
Wyatt leaned down and lapped at her nipple, his digits still toying with those curls.
I m going to taste you here, sweetheart. First, I m going to slide my fingers over your
clit and then I m going to slip two into your pussy.
She whimpered and shifted, body unable to remain still with his sexual promise.
One digit teased the top of her slit, tormenting her with the gentle caress. He was so
close to where she needed him. Tilting her hips, she tried to force him where she
desired and merely got a deep chuckle from him in response.
You didn t answer me, sweetheart. He suckled her breast.
You didn t ask a, Wyatt slipped his finger between her lower lips and brushed
her clit. Oh, God, there.
Another laugh, but she didn t care. Not when he rubbed the little bundle of fuck
yeah, more nerves.
Here? He did it again, circling instead of sliding over her clit.
Yeah.
He tapped. Right here.
Yes, she hissed and rolled her hips. Nothing had ever felt so good. Ever.
Wyatt retreated back to the top of her slit. Not here.
She snarled at him; the panther s fangs dropping and filling her mouth.
He licked her nipple and grinned. Obviously not.
Wyatt, please.
Shh& He lifted his head from her breasts and stretched to brush his lips across
hers. I ll give you what you want.
Millie whimpered into his kiss, deepening it when he would have pulled away. She
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