Body Check (Seattle Serpents, #1)

by Teagan Hunter

I land another blow as I climb onto the bed behind her. She fists the silk sheets beneath her, wiggling her ass in the air, searching for my touch. I slip a hand between her legs, loving how wet she is for me. She cries out when I slide a single finger into her, then another. A shout when I wrench them out of her and slide my cock home without warning. “Holyfuckshitohmygodyes.”

“Say, son, have you eaten yet?” “Dad, don’t.” I ignore her just like he does. “I haven’t, and it just so happens that I’m…” I catch Auden’s eyes. “Starving.” It’s the same thing I said to her in Chicago, and based on the way she swallows slowly, she remembers.

“But first, I’m going to get a taste of this sweet pussy I missed so much. Then I’m going to fuck you against this window, Auden. I want all of Seattle to see who you belong to tonight, understand?”

“Did you like it? Seeing me fight?” I ask, grabbing her hands and lifting them over her head. I love the way she arches into me, love how she fits against me. “Maybe.” “Just maybe?” I run my nose along the length of her neck. “That’s it?” “Yeah. It was okay. Didn’t get my panties wet or anything.” “Is that because you weren’t wearing any?” She doesn’t answer, and I pull back, peering down into her eyes. “You weren’t wearing any, were you?” She shakes her head. “Nope.” “My, my, my. Auden Sinclair, you naughty little girl.”

“Tonight, Auden,” he says, and I love the way my name sounds in that deep voice of his, “tonight I’m going to taste you. For every lick, I want you to call out my name.” “Every lick?” He nods. “Every single one. I leave for a week tomorrow. Don’t want you forgetting whose pussy this is while I’m gone, now do I?”

She traces a pattern against my jeans. What it is, I’m not sure, but it makes me want to haul her into my lap and show her the pattern I can trace with my tongue all over her body.