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Wild and Free (The Three #3)(157)
Author: Kristen Ashley

His head dropped back and he slid his fingers into her hair.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he growled.

She took that encouragement and did amazing things with it. She did them for a while and she gave them her all.

And she did it until he could take no more.

“You wanna swallow or you want me in you?”

She pulled him out, rolled his head with her tongue, and tipped her eyes to him. When she did, it was a wonder he didn’t come all over her lips. Her eyes were drunk. Drunk with booze and life and sex and love, wild and alive and carefree.

It was a close second, but it was nearly as good as the beauty she’d given him that afternoon in living room five.

“Your choice,” she whispered.

He took his choice, fast, so she only had time to gasp before he had her jeans over her ass, her torso bent over the back of a chair, and she was taking his cock.

She didn’t take it long before he leaned over her, prepared her neck, and sank his fangs in.

Her blood gushed into his mouth and she came instantly.

He kept at her, pounding hard, jolting her, forcing the chair forward, pushing her orgasm to the limit, his hand finding her tit, pinching and twisting.

She cried out, arching her neck, rearing her ass into his hips as he gave more, she took more, and she gave it all to him.

He swept her wounds with his tongue, drove a hand into the curls between her legs, and found her, still pinching and twisting her nipple, still driving deep.

“Keep coming,” he ordered roughly into her ear.

“’Kay, baby,” she whimpered, the words ending on a moan, her head still back, her mouth opened as the moan continued but went silent.

Her cunt gripped him and he kept working her, reaching for it, getting close.

“Keep coming, pussycat,” he groaned.

“Yeah,” she panted, clutching him with her pussy, her breaths hitching as she rode the wave of a long orgasm, or the span of several.

He loved that.

Fucking loved it.

Giving it to her and knowing she had it in her to take it.

Now it was his turn.

He shoved his face in her neck and pulled hard on her nipple.

“I’m there,” he snarled as he drove himself in to the root and exploded.

It was raw, it was wild, it was phenomenal, so it took him time before his head cleared. After it did, he cupped her breast, lapping gently at the fast fading marks on her neck.

“Knew drunk sex with you would be the bomb,” she said quietly, her voice still breathy.

“Any sex with you is the bomb,” he told her and got silence for long moments.

She broke it, saying, “Yet another thing I love about you. That you think that.”

He shoved his face further into her neck and he actually felt the roughness in his voice when he asked, “Anything you don’t love about me?”

“Not yet.”

Christ.

“You have an eternity to find something,” he told her.

“Figure it’ll take that long.”

Christ.

His temptress, his mate, his woman.

The fates fucking loved him.

“You sleepy or you got more in you?” he asked.

“I can go all night,” she answered.

“Not hard, since it’ll be morning in about two hours,” he teased.

She twisted her neck to look at him. “Then I can definitely go that long.”

Slowly, he slid out, and when she lost him, he bent in to touch his mouth to hers.

When he lifted his head, he whispered, “Then get naked for me, pussycat. Wanna see how long you can go.”

“A challenge,” she noted.

“Yeah.”

“Accepted,” she declared, then pushed him back, shuffled two steps, and stood in front him, getting naked.

He watched, loving what he saw.

Abel was immortal. He had super strength, super senses, and super stamina.

Delilah was not. She didn’t have any of that shit.

But his bitch still wore him out.

Fuck yeah.

The fates fucking loved him.

* * * * *

Yuri

Lazing on an elbow in the pillow, his other hand toying in her wetness, Yuri watched, smelled, and listened to what he was doing as it took hold of Aurora.

She was on her knees in the pillows, those knees spread wide at his command, hands to the headboard, back arched, ass tipped to the ceiling, and she’d been that way for a long time as Yuri toyed with her.

She was gripping hard, panting, her heart tripping over itself, the musk of her sex strong. Her body had long since grown taut, searching for it, wanting it, desperate for it, but he withheld.

“Yuri,” she gasped, twitching her hips to find his fingers after he took off the pressure and made them merely a whisper. Vague and magnificent, her eyes found his. “Please.”

“Have you had enough, my sweet?” he asked calmly, a calm belying the pounding throb in his cock.

“Yes,” she panted.

“All right, my love,” he murmured and drove two fingers deep into her drenched pussy as his thumb manipulated her hard nub.

Her spine arched forward even further, her head fell back, her hair swaying against the smooth, creamy skin of her back, and her hands clutched the headboard as the sweet little noises of her climax poured from her throat and she ground into his hand.

When it began to leave her, he stroked her deeply but gently, pushing high inside but taking his thumb from her clit, and he watched her head fall forward as she kept her ass tipped to the ceiling, enjoying what she was getting as he enjoyed giving it to her.

“All right, button?” he asked.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” she breathed.

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