Betrayal: Reckless Desires (Dark Wolves Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

her mound rubbed against him. With his hands on her ass, he pressed her tight. Each step he took had her clit rubbing against him and a moan slipping past her lips. He swallowed each one as he devoured her mouth, delving in with his tongue, mimicking what he would do with his cock.
    He didn’t stop until he had her on the bed, and was covering her with his body. Still, she clung to him. Thrusting her hips up, she pulled her mouth from his.
    “I can’t wait. Please, Wesken,” she begged as she tried to line her body to his.
    He wanted to savor the moment. Take his time and explore each and every part of her…worship her as she deserved. But the desperate need in her voice and her beautiful body laid out beneath his wouldn’t allow it. She reached between them and grasped his cock, stealing all reason.
    “Now,” she demanded, her voice raspier than he’d ever heard it. The sound went straight to his cock, making him jerk in her palm. “Take me.”
    With his hands on her hips, he claimed her mouth again as he pushed the head of his cock inside her heat. The slick muscles clenched around him so tight, so hot, he had to slow down. He’d hurt her if he wasn't careful.
    But Amalija wouldn’t let him. With her legs wrapped around his hips and her hands grabbing his ass, she took him deeper. “So good,” she mumbled as she pulled back, then pressed up again.
    He rolled then, ending on his back, taking her with him so that she straddled him. Never had he seen a more beautiful woman than Amalija astride him, poised over him with her eyes half closed and her lips puffy from his kisses. She dug her fingers into his chest as she lowered herself, taking his entire length in one long, slow glide.
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    Nothing Amalija had ever done had felt so good. Ever. Her whole body thrummed with energy. Wesken stretched her body so tight that the burn was almost too much, but when she moved, when he did, it sent jolts of pure pleasure rushing through her body. She didn’t dare go any faster. If she did, she’d splinter into a million pieces, and she didn’t want it to be over. Not yet.
    Leaning forward, she brought her lips down to his, whimpering as her clit rubbed against his pelvis.
    He brought his hands up, running his fingers through her hair, fisting his hands in the silky strands as he held her for his kiss. The deep rumble coming from his chest had her heart beating faster, pounding out a rhythm meant for only them. As his tongue tangled with hers, she welcomed the sting in her gums as her canines came through. He was there—right there. What she wanted, what she needed, was to claim her mate. To bite him. Mark him. But she couldn’t. Not until he knew who—what—she was.
    It took all of her will to pull away. She raked her nails down his chest, from collarbone to ribs, leaving pink scratches that she wanted to follow with her tongue. She wanted to lick each and every one of his scars until he begged her for more. Wesken hissed a breath through his teeth and thrust up into her, harder than before.
    Sensation flooded her, making her moan and lift her hips, then sink over him again. As much as she wanted to make this last, already, her traitorous body was on the precipice. Her clit throbbed with each heated pulse coursing through her. Each time she flexed her fingers on his chest, his cock jerked inside her, and his fingers gripped her a little tighter.
    She lifted her hips, hesitating for only a second before coming down again. “I can’t…” she whispered as she moved over him, taking him again. And again.
    “You can’t what, Amalija?” he kept her gaze, not letting her look away.
    A shiver of pleasure rushed down her spine, and she gasped. “I can’t stop. Can’t wait.”
    Wesken brought his hand between them and gave her clit a small stroke. “I don’t want you to wait.”
    When she lifted off him again, he thrust up, meeting her as she came down, and flicked her clit with the pad of his thumb. The sound of