Read Claimed by the Wolf Billionaire (BBW Paranormal Alpha Romance) for Free Online
Authors: Clarissa Black
wolves, she had very little experience with anything wild. She had to admit, she was as domesticated as any modern woman could ever be.
“I have no idea.” She said placing her cheeks next to him. He trailed his nose on the singular vein that popped from that most sensitive space of her the neck. That luscious, fleshy part of creamy skin underneath the jawline.
“I suppose they like to smell their mates.” She said in a mesmerize tone slowly losing herself to him.
“Supposedly,” he said as his soft lips pressed lightly on the side of her neck, with a short hot breathe warming her skin, blowing down to her cleavage.
“What wolves tend to do is to scent their mates.” He said with the tip of his nose drawing small circles on her neck. She found the warming sensation to be maddening. Her neck automatically tilted sideways revealing all the length of the fragileness of her neck.
The tip of his nose, like the touches of finger-tips moved slowly to the underside of her jaw, pushing it up tilting her head upwards. He crossed the arc of her jaw to the boundaries of her chin. He was scenting her, or at least, enjoying her aroma. His mouth clamped down on her chin, sucking on it. His teeth slightly digging to her. It was an act of possession.
“Is this scenting Elliot? Do you like my scent?” He didn’t answer her. It wouldn’t matter anyways. His lips had found hers. He sucked on her air, drawing in every molecule from her throat, emptying her lungs of precious oxygen. It felt ecstatic. Like he drew her flesh from her very source. When she sucked air to replenish, she too sucked his very essence, his smell, his aroma. It was the smell of pine and ground and overwhelmingly masculine.
His tongue gave her all the encouragement that she needed. Entangled tongues glided together in a slippery dance of lust. She felt the moisture form between her legs.
She leaped onto him while kissing. Her legs caught by his strong arms and placed by his hips. Their mouths engulfed each other in passionate exchange. Her soft hands began to clamp lightly on his neck. Then down his traps, the humps of muscles that crowned the sides of his neck. She trailed his curves to the bowling balls of his broad shoulders. Her fingers clamped on the outer edge of his shoulders. Then her fingers found his biceps, which were firm and solid, and veiny.
“You’re so hard.” She said out loud. Just imagine how hard his cock would be.
“heh.” He smiled pulling away from her. “I am hard as how you are soft.”
He released his hold. And stood up. She would have fallen in the ground, but he squatted a little offering his muscular thighs so that her butt would sit on them. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Locking them around him, locked in the ankle. They were one in body and mind.
He had no problems supporting her weight. He spread his arms fully to the side. Then he grabbed the sides of her torso to the flesh side of her succulent breasts. She unlocked their kiss and offered her chest fully to him.
It didn’t take long before the sensuous silk was ripped. Her exposed fleshy mounds bounced excitedly to greet him. He cupped them together with the base of his palm. Kneading them together in large circular motions, stretching them apart, them pulling them together. Then again he placed the tip of his nose directly on the center cleavage where her mounds coalesced. Taking in large whiffs of her scent.
“I like how you smell. It’s exhilarating.” He said, taking one of her mounds and preparing to put it in his mouth. The tip of his tongue grazed the underside of her breasts. It dragged across the sides, almost to the armpits, then slowly encircling the top area of her breasts. Slowly his wet tongue rested on her cleavage.
She wanted him to take her tips between his lips, to suckle them. Her wish was granted. His fiery lips drew in and clamped on her aching tips.
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“I have no idea.” She said placing her cheeks next to him. He trailed his nose on the singular vein that popped from that most sensitive space of her the neck. That luscious, fleshy part of creamy skin underneath the jawline.
“I suppose they like to smell their mates.” She said in a mesmerize tone slowly losing herself to him.
“Supposedly,” he said as his soft lips pressed lightly on the side of her neck, with a short hot breathe warming her skin, blowing down to her cleavage.
“What wolves tend to do is to scent their mates.” He said with the tip of his nose drawing small circles on her neck. She found the warming sensation to be maddening. Her neck automatically tilted sideways revealing all the length of the fragileness of her neck.
The tip of his nose, like the touches of finger-tips moved slowly to the underside of her jaw, pushing it up tilting her head upwards. He crossed the arc of her jaw to the boundaries of her chin. He was scenting her, or at least, enjoying her aroma. His mouth clamped down on her chin, sucking on it. His teeth slightly digging to her. It was an act of possession.
“Is this scenting Elliot? Do you like my scent?” He didn’t answer her. It wouldn’t matter anyways. His lips had found hers. He sucked on her air, drawing in every molecule from her throat, emptying her lungs of precious oxygen. It felt ecstatic. Like he drew her flesh from her very source. When she sucked air to replenish, she too sucked his very essence, his smell, his aroma. It was the smell of pine and ground and overwhelmingly masculine.
His tongue gave her all the encouragement that she needed. Entangled tongues glided together in a slippery dance of lust. She felt the moisture form between her legs.
She leaped onto him while kissing. Her legs caught by his strong arms and placed by his hips. Their mouths engulfed each other in passionate exchange. Her soft hands began to clamp lightly on his neck. Then down his traps, the humps of muscles that crowned the sides of his neck. She trailed his curves to the bowling balls of his broad shoulders. Her fingers clamped on the outer edge of his shoulders. Then her fingers found his biceps, which were firm and solid, and veiny.
“You’re so hard.” She said out loud. Just imagine how hard his cock would be.
“heh.” He smiled pulling away from her. “I am hard as how you are soft.”
He released his hold. And stood up. She would have fallen in the ground, but he squatted a little offering his muscular thighs so that her butt would sit on them. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Locking them around him, locked in the ankle. They were one in body and mind.
He had no problems supporting her weight. He spread his arms fully to the side. Then he grabbed the sides of her torso to the flesh side of her succulent breasts. She unlocked their kiss and offered her chest fully to him.
It didn’t take long before the sensuous silk was ripped. Her exposed fleshy mounds bounced excitedly to greet him. He cupped them together with the base of his palm. Kneading them together in large circular motions, stretching them apart, them pulling them together. Then again he placed the tip of his nose directly on the center cleavage where her mounds coalesced. Taking in large whiffs of her scent.
“I like how you smell. It’s exhilarating.” He said, taking one of her mounds and preparing to put it in his mouth. The tip of his tongue grazed the underside of her breasts. It dragged across the sides, almost to the armpits, then slowly encircling the top area of her breasts. Slowly his wet tongue rested on her cleavage.
She wanted him to take her tips between his lips, to suckle them. Her wish was granted. His fiery lips drew in and clamped on her aching tips.
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