Chapter 25

Riley used his thumbs to open her even more and gave in to her mute pleas. Driving his tongue into her with a hard, sharp push, he set up an in-and-out motion that pushed her higher and higher. He went deep, pulled back, then drove deeper again, the rhythm of his strokes increasing with each plunge.
Oh god, she was almost there. Almost! Almost!
Then he took her throbbing clit between thumb and forefinger, pinched it hard, and she exploded. The inner walls of her pussy spasmed over and over again, clenching around Riley's tongue, the climax racing to every part of her. She pushed herself up to him as hard as she could, riding that educated tongue, eyes shut tightly as she gave herself over to a storm of sensations.
Eventually, the spasms eased off to tremors, and finally the tremors to aftershocks. Relaxed against the softness of the covers, she unclenched her fists and tried to concentrate on getting some part of her brain back. Lia was no stranger to oral sex, although she hadn't done it much and it had never been this incredible. She had to struggle to steady her breathing and the racing beat of her heart.
Mate!
The word kept exploding in her head, over and over.
"It will happen fast," her bunica told her. "Do not question it. You will know quickly."
She swallowed a sigh. How did you tell a human you were actually a wolf and you wanted him for your own? She opened her eyes and discovered she was looking straight into Riley's warm, dark-chocolate ones.
His mouth curved in a satisfied smile. "I don't know who that did more for," he said. "You or me."
"I think I'd have to say me," she teased. "I don't know what you got out of it."
"Let me set this straight," he told her, his voice flowing over her like melted butter. "I got plenty out of it. Your juices taste better than any drink I've ever had. Ever," he repeated. "I could get drunk on you."
Just his words were turning her on. She'd been with men who were virile and sexy and knew what they were doing. But, compared to Riley, they were amateurs. It wasn't only his touches or his ability to turn her on or his words. It was everything! And they'd barely gotten started.
She ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, moistening it, and Riley's irises darkened even more, so they were nearly black. He nipped at that lip then swept his own tongue over it, the light contact making the walls of her pussy flutter again. Just that fast, barely recovered, faint tendrils of an orgasm curled deep inside her again. She tried to squeeze her legs together and tighten the muscles of her inner walls, but Riley's big body and wide shoulders were still lodged between her thighs.
"I'm not ready to give up this view yet," he teased.
"Then do something," she moaned in protest.