Cook, Kris - Primal Desire [Texas Wolf Pack 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes! God yes!”

“Your pleasure looks so good on you.”

He probed her pussy with his fingers and brushed his lips over her neck, sending her into rapture and her womb into convulsions.

She felt her eyelashes fluttering uncontrollably. The orgasm he’d given her continued to go higher and higher, hotter and hotter.

Megan screamed as her pussy clenched and unclenched on his thick fingers. Lost to the climax, she was only slightly aware of Luke letting the water out of the tub, drying her off, and lifting her out of the tub.

“Gorgeous. Totally gorgeous.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“To my bed.”

* * * *

Luke placed Megan on the mattress, her naked body soft and pale against his quilt. Her scent was overpowering and filling his nostrils. His primal instincts, recognizing Megan as his mate, were firing on all cylinders.

The hunter Luke had discovered earlier had turned out to be a seventeen-year-old neighbor kid. The guy hadn’t been any kind of threat, but he was male. With Megan ovulating, it had taken all Luke’s strength of will to keep from ripping the teen to pieces when he’d found him trespassing on his property. The kid had turned ghostly white before heeding Luke’s instructions. Avoiding the unspoken threat, the guy had run so fast that he could’ve been mistaken for a shifter, though he wasn’t.

Since finding Megan, there was only one syllable that continued to pound in Luke’s mind, over and over, like a giant sledgehammer of possession—
mine.

“Luke, I don’t know what to say.” She was trembling like a little child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “I’m not like this. Not normally. I don’t know what came over me.”

Luke knew. He’d never dreamed that he would find his true mate. Never wanted to either. But here she was, and he would never let her go. Ever.

“I’m ready for my reward now.” He stripped off his jeans and loved seeing her pretty mouth gap wide.

Her eyebrows shot up. “Reward?”

“For saving your pretty little ass, darling.” He dove down between her legs and began lapping up her pussy’s cream.

He loved how she responded to his tongue bathing, wrapping her legs around his shoulders and clawing the back of his head. Megan tasted like his future, and he couldn’t get enough of her. Berserk with the urge to seize her absolutely, he drank her juices. The more he tasted of her, the more his erection jumped like a live wire, tightening with arousal.

“God, yes. More…please…more…” she panted.

Her words and response stoked the powerful need inside him to pleasure her to final and ultimate submission. He would keep her all to himself from now on.

Cupping her ass, he licked Megan’s swollen pussy. Without removing his lips and tongue from her flesh, he looked up and saw her eyelashes fluttering. It was time to push her over the edge for her next orgasm of the night. His plan was to provide her with many more climaxes until she was completely spent.

“Come for me, little trespasser.” He captured her clit with his teeth, biting with a little pressure.

She gave him the sweetest little moan. Tunneling his index and middle fingers into her soaked pussy, he rubbed the sensitive G-spot.

“Y–yes!” she screamed.

He felt her body shiver under him. He looked up and saw that even her eyes fluttered open and closed, again and again. She was so vulnerable and delectable.
Mine.

Chapter Five

Megan couldn’t stop trembling. Luke had given her the best oral pleasure she’d ever experienced in her life. She’d gotten so wet as he’d feathered his lips on her sensitive flesh. Her clit continued to throb, though her climax was backing down ever so slightly.

She looked down at the cowboy between her legs. Ending his gentle strokes on her thighs with his hand, Luke sent her a wicked gaze, and then he left the mattress.

At first, Megan thought he was done with her, but when he stepped to the side of the bed and cupped her chin, she knew he wasn’t finished with her at all.

She wanted to say something, needed to say something, but she wasn’t sure what. He was a stranger. A hot, sexy stranger. He’d touched invisible buttons that made her sizzle with delight.

Megan wanted to wrap her arms around Luke but instead said, “Thanks.”

After the word left her lips, she wished she could take it back. Luke didn’t smile but studied her like she was some kind of frog in a high school science class about to be cut into pieces. She closed her eyes tight, willing herself to stay silent.

Luke cupped her chin. “Open your eyes.”

She did. “Why did we do that? I’m not really the kind of girl who jumps into the sack so quickly. I can only imagine what you think of me.”

The corners of his mouth curled up, making him appear even more handsome, if that was even possible. “You’re something else, Megan.”

She sensed there was more he might say, but he didn’t. Luke’s tone and demeanor left her guessing. Everything about this man unhinged her completely.

“What kind of person are you, Luke? You seem…well, isolated way out here.”

He removed his hand from her chin and looked away. The slight smile evaporated. “If you’re asking if I like to be alone, the answer is ‘yes.’”

“That’s so weird to me.”

“I can see that.” The cowboy turned away and looked out the window. “You hungry?”

Instead of speaking, she shook her head.

Something had changed in him because of her questions. She’d been accused more than once of being too inquisitive, too open, too familiar. Apparently, Luke wasn’t the kind of man who took to that.

“I’ll get you some food.” He pulled on his jeans.

“Really, I could wait to eat.”

“Food would do you good.”

She shrugged. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to say that anymore.”

“But I do, Luke.” She smiled, knowing she owed him. “I don’t know what would’ve happened to me if you hadn’t come along.”

He stopped and turned back to her. As if he was playing the children’s game of freeze tag, Luke didn’t move a muscle.

Luke was the most virile male she’d ever met. He was awakening sensations in her that she didn’t even know were possible.

A shiver rippled through her. What was it about this man? Of course, she remembered him from years ago, when she was a child, but she’d really only met him a couple of hours ago. Keeping her head around him was proving to be difficult.

“Seriously, I wouldn’t mind waiting a bit to eat.”

“Why?”

The question was valid, but Megan wasn’t sure of an answer. She wasn’t about to tell him her body burned for him and that she craved his touch more than breathing. Weird but true. “So you decide to ask questions now?”

He sat back on the bed, jeans still on. Like a long-term lover, he rubbed her stomach so gently. But his wrinkled brow and clenched jaw told a different story. She sensed that he wanted to push her away. But that didn’t make sense. He could’ve taken her to her grandmother’s, even though it was night. Why hadn’t he? The answer was obvious—he wanted to bed her first, of course.

This is stupid. I only wanted to read Kate’s spell book, not get into bed with a sexy hermit.

Megan pushed Luke’s hand away from her stomach. “Now, can you take me to my house, please?”

“No. Not happening. I’m already addicted to you. I need to feel your cunt as it shivers around my cock. I want to feel it over and over. I want more, Megan. And I will have it.” He leaned down and lapped her into insanity once again.

Instinctually, she gripped his hair in her fists and pushed him down into her depths. His mouth felt amazing on her. The more he bathed her pussy, the more her body charged up and trembles wracked her. But this was more than a physical connection, she feared. Her heart was jumping into the frenzy as well. Still, stopping this collision wasn’t possible with his fantastic feathering lips on her swollen, wet folds.

While Luke continued licking her pussy, he skated his fingers over her lower half, raising her temperature to blazing.

Once again, she was ripped into pieces by another climax. The pleasure took her even higher than before. Every cell in her body became a spicy, sizzling explosion. Her womb clenched so hard she thought she might pass out.

Luke, still wearing his jeans, moved up the bed and spooned her while the shivers thrashed her inside and out. She loved how he stroked her hair and kissed her neck. How could he be so open sexually and so closed in every other way? Perhaps a little turnabout might get him to open up to her. Sure, it could be dangerous, but she had to try.

* * * *

Luke held his mate. He would never get tired of lapping up Megan’s sweet juices, of feeling her squirm under him.

She wiggled free of his grasp and twisted around in the bed to face him. “My turn.”

“Meaning?”

The cutest smile crossed her lips. “You’ll see.”

She pressed on his shoulder, urging him onto his back. In a flash, she was on top of him, straddling him.

“So, little trespasser, what do you have in mind?”

“You’ll like it. I promise.”

“I bet I love it.”

Megan leaned down and began licking his neck and the line of his jaw. She raked his nipples with her fingernails, causing his cock to lengthen even more in his jeans.

She rolled to the side of him and traced her fingers down his abdomen to the top of his jeans. Then she unbuttoned the Levi’s, and his freed cock pulsed hot.

“I’d like a taste, too, Luke.” Her voice trembled so sweetly. “Would you like that?”

Rather than answer aloud, he shucked his jeans and tossed them to the floor. He touched her cheek.

“I’m glad.” Megan smiled, and Luke was determined to give her reason to smile for the rest of his life.

She wrapped her silky fingers around his shaft, and heat and hunger filled him up. As her sweet strokes came faster and faster, his body tensed and shifted. When she leaned down and licked the tip of his cock, his eyes widened.

Keeping a tight hold of his dick, she gazed at him. “You taste as good as I thought you would. You like?”

“Hell yes,” he croaked.

“More?”

He placed his hands on her neck and the back of her head, pressing her to continue what she’d begun. The cravings inside him were so intense, so unimaginable. His need for Megan would destroy Luke if she ever got away from him. Of that he was certain.

He watched her lips part and braced for the sensations to come. As her mouth engulfed the head of his dick, desperate hunger spiked.

Through clenched teeth, he growled, “Fuck yes.”

As she slid her luscious lips down his cock, he couldn’t stop looking at her. Her eyes were closed, but her eyelashes shook so sweetly. Sure, she was his mate. Nature demanded it. But something more, something deeper about her pulled at his core to claim her for himself. She swallowed him, and his sanity evaporated.

“Gobble up my cock, little trespasser,” he ordered. “Make me come. Suck me hard.”