off the bandage, checking it was secure, despite a sharp intake of breath, and having to bite his bottom lip to stop himself crying out as his climax grew. If she carried on like this, he was going to come in his pants. When he wanted to come inside her heated sex.
Already her arousal had reached him, her scent the sweetest he had ever smelled. His mind lingered on it, and he knew he wanted to taste her sweetness on his tongue. First her mouth, and then lower: the slick heat between her thighs promised so much pleasure.
Hugo slid his hand behind her and pulled her closer, his other hand brushing her hair back, stroking her cheek, and then trailing his finger over her lips. Her hand tightened its grip on his cock, and he groaned once again and then captured her lips with his. Heaven could not be any better than this. His mate using her hand on his cock, his mouth tasting hers. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he slid it along her lower lip, and she nipped it playfully.
The wolf inside him awoke, wanting to play.
Moving his hand to her breast, he squeezed it gently. She gasped against him, whimpering when he pinched her nipple between his thumb and finger. How he longed to see her swollen flesh. And since she was tied to his table, with nowhere to go, why not strip her?
Why not indeed?
Bliss had woken up the alpha in him, the man who wanted to catch his mate and bend her to his will. And that will wanted to explore every inch of her body.
Using his fingers, he clumsily undid her buttons, while her hand drew him ever closer to the need for release. But he kept his mind on the job, and soon her shirt was open, he pushed it off her shoulders, where it ended up stuck around the wrist of her hand, which still held her captive.
“Magnificent,” he breathed, his voice so quiet, it was a sigh against her skin. Yet she heard him, her body shuddering in response. And what a body it was. Unclasping her bra, he let her breasts spill out, they were even more beautiful than he could have imagined. Soft, creamy skin and rose-coloured nipples, just ripe for sucking and licking. His mouth couldn’t resist.
Each in turn, he nursed on them. The hard buds were taut as he nipped them, licked them, finding out what made his mate squirm, and did she ever squirm.
She whimpered, her hand pausing as it slid along the length of him, her brain unable to multitask while he sucked hard on her nipple. While his mouth continued its exquisite torture, his hand went to the button of her jeans and undid it. Then he pulled back, lifting her so that he could slide her jeans off her bottom and down her thighs.
For one moment, he thought she was going to protest, but when his fingers stroked her clit, through the fabric of her panties, all her resolve faded. He had won. This round at least.
She looked down, watching him stroke her clit, and then move her panties aside, and push his finger inside her. Gripping his arms with her hands, she let him finger her, so wet, so ready for him, there was no doubt she wanted this as much as him.
Practically tearing her panties off, he fell to his knees, pushing her thighs wide apart, and looking at her wet pink sex, before kissing her thighs, forever moving towards the centre of her need. He could smell her, and then he could taste her as he flicked his tongue over her clit, feeling her tense, her voice rising to a cry as he plunged his tongue inside her sex and then withdrew to lick the whole length of her.
Nothing had ever tasted better, and Hugo knew that nothing ever would. She completed him on every level. But would she ever feel the same?
Chapter Seven – Bliss
His tongue pushed into her and she thought she would come right then. In and out, he plunged until the room was filled with her voice, crying out his name. Then he switched, his tongue torturing her clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud while he pushed two fingers inside her.
Stretching her inner walls, one finger hooked to apply just
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