His Reign (The Opeth Pack Saga Book 1)

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Author: Sascha Illyvich
instantly. Every fiber in his body was acutely aware of her breasts beneath her loose fitting peasant top.
    “Then why haven’t you called or written?” Her voice became syrupy sweet.
    Hormones raced through his system, sending so much blood to his cock he thought he’d explode. Shifting positions again, he forced her off of him and onto the ground. Straddling her, he looked at her and saw his image reflected in her eyes. He didn’t look peaceful at all.
    She narrowed her eyes and parted her lips.
    The idea of kissing her plump, juicy mouth was enticing, but if he started now, he wouldn’t stop. And he had to get home to Texas. The prophecy could kiss his ass along with the rest of the pack.
    She wriggled her hips again, spreading her legs further and sending him off balance. Taking the upper hand, she rolled them over until she was on top again.
    Her weight settled on him, pressing him into the ground. She leaned forward and set her hands firmly on his chest, her long light brown curls falling in front of her face. Her head blocked the moon but her deep gaze penetrated his soul, making him ache to be with her. The fact that he wanted to suckle each one of her ten slender fingers just as a starter was annoying.
    She moved and he felt the warmth of her sex just over his swollen cock. It wasn’t looking good for his self-control.
    She took a deep breath, her breasts heaving up and down as she exhaled.
    Digging his nails into her hips, he tried to move her off him. She wouldn’t budge.
    “I’m using the one weapon guaranteed to make you stay here with me a little longer,” she purred.
    His eyes widened. “You think I just want you for your body?”
    She arched an eyebrow at him. “With your lack of response, I’m not sure what you want, szeretőm.” Lover.
    He couldn’t blame her. He wasn’t sure he would do things differently if he were in her shoes. But he had to get things settled here and return to America. It was either that or be caught up in a prophecy that dictated the rest of his life. One where he was to rule the Opeth pack, lead them toward a world where wolves were accepted again and Heaven would open up for them.
    One he didn’t believe in.
    He sat up as she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. Their lips met.
    She closed her eyes.
    Her mouth molded beneath his and intense hunger took over. His tongue slipped past her lips, exploring, caressing the inside of her mouth. She’d certainly grown up since he’d last been in Hungary.
    He caught a handful of hair and tugged on it, forcing her head back to expose her neck. Making his way down her chin, he nibbled her soft flesh, nipped her neck and collarbone. Inhaled her earthy scent. He knew her so well still that he could predict the exact moment she grew damp and just how wet she was.
    She yelped and arched against him.
    The curve of her belly connected with his rigid stomach. Her pussy felt hot against him, and they were still both fully clothed!
    Knowing she was soaked, the scent of her arousal was driving him insane. His tongue swirled around the soft skin beneath her jaw, licking back up over her bottom lip.
    She captured his bottom lip between hers and sucked, drawing him into her mouth. Strong arms caressed his shoulders, massaged taut muscles.
    Tension eased from his body as Józsi let down his guard a little more, hoping he could sate himself just a little with a taste of Ilona.
    Who was he kidding? He hadn’t let his walls down; she’d forced the walls down all on her own. Tender kisses plundered his mouth, the taste of sweet spice lingering in his nose. He had to stop this.
    She leaned forward, pressing him down again.
    Leaning back, he settled on his hands.
    Ilona adjusted the way she sat, enveloping him further in soft feminine curves and lightening hot heat.
    Her heat was too much. Through the layers of clothes, he felt liquid pooling at her pussy, slicking her just for him. A breath caught in his throat.
    Her tongue
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