78. Chapter Seventy-Seven
Chapter Seventy-Seven
Brooke
N o matter how many times I’ve thought about this moment, it wasn’t enough to prepare me for the real thing. All the soft kisses and touches I’d imagined are nothing compared to how incredible it feels to be fucked by Lana. Sweet and gentle to start, she turns the pressure up and makes me come like a goddamn waterfall.
I’m still reeling from that as I ask her to mark me.
I want everything with her, and I don’t want to wait another second.
It’s been much too long already. I’ve missed her and my desire for her never waned.
“I don’t think this is going to work,” she admits as we attempt to line up and mark each other at once. “It might make one of our marks higher than it should be.”
“That’s not a risk we should take,” I admit. “So, you can mark me first.”
“Where do you want it?”
That’s a good question. My throat feels like the right place, but it also doesn’t.
It’s where my pack marked me. It’s their place on my body.
I bite my lip. “Maybe we should do wrists?”
She nods slowly. “Different spot. Makes sense.”
“Right, or left?” I ask, holding them up.
“Left might be more practical, unless you want to feel an extra bit sexy every time you touch yourself.” She grins at the thought of that.
I smile back. “I guess right it is.”
“At least now, we can do it at the same time.”
So, we do. We take each other’s wrist and kiss it before we open our mouths and bite down, making our mark.
It’s official. We’re mates.
I couldn’t be happier, except, I could.
“Lay down, Lana,” I murmur. “It’s your turn to be claimed.”
I move back to give her room. She lays back, pushing a pillow under her head.
I lay down on top of her and kiss her, tasting my perfume in her mouth.
She’s gonna have to scrub so hard in the morning to get rid of my scent.
I want it all over her body.
Every damn inch.
She’s my mate.
I want her to smell like me forever.
I break the kiss to move down her body, taking my time on her big breasts. She makes sexy sounds with every flick of my tongue, and every pinch of my fingers.
Moving lower, I kiss her belly, and I stroke my hand through the fine, trimmed hairs of her pussy.
She’s soaking wet by the time I move between her legs.
Her pussy is so damn tight. I finger her slowly, but two fingers feel like too many.
“Hm,” I murmur. “How am I going to open you up for me, Lana? You’re so tight I can barely get a finger inside you.”
I move up and lean over her, sucking her nipple into my mouth while I continue to finger her.
She gasps. “You can force it. I like it a little rough.”
I run my thumb over her clit before I try to add a second finger again.
This time, it goes in easier. Yeah, I’m definitely going to need to make her come to get my fist in there. Let’s hope I’m as good at this as she was, because she was incredible.
I chew softly on her breast while I rub my thumb over her clit, keeping my fingers inside her.
She moans and reaches back to grip the end of the couch.
So fucking hot.
She gets more and more breathless as I work on her body.
Until, finally, she tenses up and gasps in a breath, letting out a deep moan on the exhale.
She gets wetter instantly, and I slip another finger inside.
Still so tight, but it’s a definite improvement.
“You feel so good,” I tell her, as I move back down to lick her clit. “But you taste even better.”
She opens up a little more the second I start to use my tongue.
Four fingers. Tight, but I can do it.
I roll my tongue over her clit, rubbing a little harder when I realize she seems to enjoy it that way the best. She moans so much deeper when I do it harder. That’s so damn sexy.
I speed up a bit when it feels like she’s ready to come.
I’m rewarded with a sharp cry, and a pussy slick enough to push my whole hand into.
It’s a new experience, and I don’t know what I’m doing, but it all feels so good.
“Oh, God,” Lana murmurs. “I almost passed out.”
“Well, hold tight, because this is me claiming you and I’m not going to stop until I’m sure you’re mine.” I start to fuck her, and she starts to moan, her whole body trembling under me.