Angel P.O.V
"Goddess. I've waited for you to do that...all night," I confess in my foggy state. He chuckles.
I'm trapped between the large root of the tree and Shawn's body, and there's nowhere else I'd rather be. The thought should ground me, but all I do is lean in for more.
His hand travels from my chin to into my hair, fisting it with unholy strength. I softly moan into his mouth not knowing if it was from the pleasure or pain.
He cradles my neck, angling me for a deeper kiss, and his tongue caresses mine in expert strokes. Teasing strokes that have me clutching at his shoulders, fisting the material of his shirt to pull him closer as desire dances up and down my spine.
Shawn tastes exactly how I thought he would. Like everything I'm not supposed to want and yet can't help needing, all wrapped in sin, and I kiss him back harder with everything I have, sucking his lip into my mouth and scrapping my extended canines across his flesh.
He all but growls into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me. "Ace," he moans, and the sound of the nickname on his lips makes me voracious.
More. I need more.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he loops his arm around me and brings me down to the forest ground. I land on the soft grass and leaves with my hair thrown every-wich way. Shawn spreads my legs, slips between them, and crawls over me with an eagerness that matches my anticipation of what's to come.
His mouth is on mine again, hot and instant, and he's claiming every line and curve of my mouth with a recklessness edge that makes my body sing.
"Shawn," I moan. He shift's his grip to my ass and lifts me slightly off the ground as he comes down and molds our bodies together. I wrap one leg around his waist and hold on as if my life depends on it.
Sticks and rocks dig into my back but I don't care. My hands are roaming his back, needing to feel every part of him. This is complete and utter madness, and yet I can't stop. Can't get enough.
I could live forever in this tiny slice of insanity if it means keeping his mouth on mine, leaving my world narrowed to the heat of his body and the skilled stroke of his tongue. His hips rock into mine, and I gasp at the delicious friction.
Our scents reach a fever peak, urging us on. His hips rock into me again, slowly, and I can feel all of him. Every hard inch, digging into my pelvis, letting me know that he wants this...no, needs this as much as I do.
Suddenly he breaks the kiss and I suck in a large breath, now realizing that I needed to breathe. He's sliding his mouth across my jaw, my neck, and I know I'll do anything to keep him here with me. I want to feel his mouth everywhere.
"I need you, Ace. If you don't tell me to stop,"
Stop? Is he crazy?
"then I won't," he finishes as he travels lower down my body which forces me to drop my leg around his waist.
He runs his hand over my chest, the tips of his fingers brush over my nipples. They're hard and erect as soon as he touches them. Shawn leans down and his mouth sucks on them through my shirt. Hard.
I've never found my nipples to be erogenous but the way he takes them into his mouth—switching from one to the other—has me arching my back off the ground and creating an 'O' shape with my mouth with no sound coming out of me. As if the moans and words are trapped in the base of my throat.
"Tell me," Shawn rasps. He travels down my stomach, leaving kisses in his wake right over my scar.
"to stop."
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Chasing Mates (MxM)
Werewolf"Why does it always have to be the Moon chasing the Sun? Why can't the Sun chase the moon for once?" Book 1: After six years, Angel Castro-Estrada is returning to the Moonshine pack. The only thing he wants is to start a new life for himself, b...
