Burning Ice: 6 (Werewolf Sentinels) Read Online Free PDF

mate’s scent, along with that of her arousal, and the taste of her on his tongue was a heady mix. He spread her legs wider and settled in to making Riya come on his mouth.
    She gasped as he pushed one finger and then another inside her. He sucked on her clit while he stroked the digits in and out. Her hips lifted off the floor, matching the pace he set, tightening her inner muscles around his plunging fingers.
    “Yes,” Riya said on a moan. “I’m nearly there.”
    He had no intention of stopping until she reached orgasm. Capac stroked his fingers faster, angling them up to hit the right spot that would push Riya over the edge. He sucked on her clit harder, alternating between that and circling it with his tongue.
    His cock jerked inside his pants at the first flutter of her climax. Once she was in the throes of it, he pulled the two digits out of her and replaced them with his mouth. He lapped and sucked, spearing his tongue into her pussy. Riya moaned in time with each contraction of her inner walls.
    Capac rose between Riya’s legs. He went to kiss her but soon found himself pushed onto his back and her on top of him. She positioned herself upright so she straddled his thighs. He peered at her through eyelids he’d closed to slits.
    “Since I hurt it, it’s only fair of me to kiss it better,” Riya said with a grin.
    “If you insist.”
    “Oh I do.”
    Riya undid the button and pulled the zipper on his jeans. She then yanked them down past his hips, taking his underwear with them, until his cock sprang free. It jerked as she ran a finger along his length. His stomach clenched in anticipation of what she would do next.
    She bent and kissed a path from the tip of his shaft to its base, but didn’t stop there. Riya continued lower and placed a kiss on his balls before giving them a lick. Capac lifted his head and watched her work her way back up to the crown of his cock. She took hold of it in a firm grip at the base, then dragged the flat of her tongue up the underside. The sight of his mate pleasuring him amped up his arousal.
    Riya opened her mouth and took as much as she could handle of his length inside. Capac knew her making him come this way would only increase his mating urge—he’d get no relief from it until he claimed her—but he was more than willing to have that happen. There was no greater pleasure than having the woman meant for him touching him, bringing him to release.
    Capac lowered his head to the floor and closed his eyes, letting the flow of sensations Riya stirred in his body to take over. She sucked hard on his cock, taking him in and out of the moist, warm passage of her mouth. He grew even harder. He put a hand on the back of her head and thrust his hips up. A sound between a growl and a groan pushed out of him.
    Riya tightened her grip on him and took him faster. She stroked the sensitive spot under the flared head of his cock with the flat of her tongue with each stroke out. Capac lost his ability to hold back his release. His point of no return slammed into him, catching him off guard. He moaned, his orgasm tearing through him, his shaft pulsing as he gave his mate all he had to give.
    Once it was over, Capac took hold of Riya and yanked her down on top of him with her head pillowed on his chest and tucked under his chin. He stroked her back, loving the skin-to-skin contact.
    “You’re still hard,” Riya said. “I can feel your erection pressed between us.”
    “Ignore it.”
    “I’m pretty sure you enjoyed what I did since you came. Shouldn’t you have some recovery period? Or am I missing something?”
    He chuckled. “I more than enjoyed it. And you are not missing something. This is normal for me.”
    She smiled against his chest. “I guess the kick to the balls didn’t do too much damage then.”
    “Not at all.”
    “Good, because that would have been a real shame if I had given you a prolonged injury.”
    “How about we climb into my bed and watch some