“Something’s gotta give for my man,” she said softly.
She sensed he was restless too.
“Big place. Still feel caged,” he admitted.
“Maybe they’ll let us out to do some day-tripping,” she suggested.
“Rather feel caged than have you an open target.”
Her face got soft at his words and she muttered, “I hear that. Still sucks.”
“Yeah,” he agreed.
She shifted her hand so her thumb ran the edge of his lower lip, and not surprisingly, his cock responded to her touch.
“Take your mind off it by sucking your big, beautiful dick,” she offered, her gaze heating, her lips curled up.
She was good with her mouth. She was good with everything. So he was not going to refuse.
“Like that, pussycat,” he murmured and watched her green eyes flare.
His mate. His temptress. Abel had known a lot of women in his life, including some who could go a few rounds and not lose the mood or their energy, but he’d never had anyone like Delilah. A woman who matched his appetite. A woman who wanted it all the time, with no boundaries.
Wild and free.
She dropped her head and kissed him, her sweet tongue sliding between his lips to play with his. A tease. A dare.
Abel let her have the first before he took the second. He tensed one arm around her and drove his other hand in her hair, slanting his head and taking over, demanding it all.
She gave it to him.
When he let her break it, she gave him a sexy smile that made his balls draw up before her face disappeared in his neck.
He shifted the pillows behind his head and shoulders so he could watch as she moved her mouth down his chest, making her way to the target. He spread his legs, cocking his knees to give her all access.
She didn’t disappoint. She never did. She fucking loved his cock. Worshipped it. Lavished it with attention, tongue, suction, hand, taking him as deep as she could. So deep, when he was inside, he could feel the back of her throat with the tip.
He watched her blow him, gritting his teeth and gripping the inside of his thigh with one hand, balling the sheets in the other, doing both in order not to move his hands to her head, hold her steady, and thrust into her mouth.
When she replaced her mouth with her hand, started jacking him, and moved to gently draw his sac into her warm, wet mouth, he was done.
“You want my cum on my stomach, keep that shit up, pussycat,” he growled and watched her lift her head.
She’d released his balls, but her hand kept jacking him.
“You wild, Abel?” she whispered.
“Close,” he gritted, and she grinned, eyes languid, lips wet and swollen from his kiss and her blowjob.
Fuck.
“I want you wild, baby,” she kept whispering.
“Might lose control,” he warned, ending on a groan when she guided his dick to her mouth and sucked hard at just the tip.
“I like it like that,” she told him after she released him and before she blew on his sensitive head.
He gripped his thigh harder, his entire body tensing.
She sensed it, he knew it when she turned her head and sank her teeth into the flesh of his inner thigh.
At the sting, a nonverbal snarl ground up his throat.
Her eyes came back to him and he almost lost it at the greed and power shining bright in them, searing his skin with the intensity.
Then she lifted up to her knees in the bed and slid them wide, still jacking him. Her gaze locked to his, she stroked hard, tugging from the root, as she slid her hand down her belly and between her legs.
He knew she found the right spot when her head dropped back, her hair swaying all the way down to her waist, her lips parting.
“Jesus,” he grunted, no longer able to hold it back, surging his hips up, thrusting into her hand.
Her head dipped forward, her gaze unfocused and hot as fuck, only just managing to catch his.
She whispered, “Wild,” then worked him hard as she worked herself and he watched it all, her hips moving with her fingers, riding them, fucking fuck. It was so magnificent he shifted to his knees, hooked her behind her neck, and drove into her tight fist. “Yes,” she breathed.
He bent his neck so his forehead was to hers.
“In a minute, gonna fuck you so hard, you’re gonna taste me.”
“Yes,” she panted.
He gripped the back of her neck harder and took her mouth, fucking her fist, feeling her move as she rocked her hips into her fingers, whimpering down his throat.
That was all he could take. He grasped her hair and heard her gentle cry as he used it to whirl her around and shove her face in the bed. Her ass up, he mounted her and commenced rutting, just as he liked it, just as his mate fucking loved it.
She came in about three seconds.
He came three minutes later but only after he took her there again.
He gave himself a few beats before he dragged her up, impaled on his cock, and sat back on his calves, his arms around her.
She turned her head and pressed her forehead into his neck, wrapping her arms around his, her fingers curling around his wrists.
“Now we can let the day begin,” she said quietly.
He felt his lips curl into a smile and twisted his neck until he found her mouth.
“Now we can let the day begin,” he agreed.
Then he kissed her before pulling her off his cock, out of bed, and into the shower.
* * * * *
“You’re a fast learner,” Ryon said after they transformed to human behind a hedge.
The hedge was where they’d leaped out of their clothes three hours earlier in order to begin training.
Before he bent to retrieve his jeans, Abel’s eyes slid to the balcony where Delilah, Sonia, and Leah were sitting and watching. The reason for the hedge. His woman was intimately acquainted with his dick, but he wasn’t real hip on the other two being even a modicum of the same. Further, the other men, particularly Callum, had a lot to write home about in regards to their manhood. Delilah liked big dicks so he wasn’t fired up about her seeing the others’. He was relatively sure the rest of the wolves felt the same.