Racing Destiny (Dirt Track Dogs Book 5) by P. Jameson Page B
Authors: P. Jameson
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, Family Life, Wolf, Erotic, racing, fate, best friend, loss, Alpha, Years, secrets, Weather, mates, rebuilding, Forever, sister, True Mate, were-wolf, Dirt Track Racing, Packmates, Mystery Mate, Survived, Share, Bobcat Shifter, Ravine, Convince, Interfered, Patiently, Discover, Intended
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her Diz after all. This was why she hadn’t been able to see his mate. Because whoever she was, she didn’t matter. Diz was choosing love over fate.
She gripped his shoulders, curling her face into his strong neck, kissing the skin there like she’d always wanted to. A possessive sound rumbled from him, and Destiny gave her heart over to him completely.
This was happening. This was really happening.
Chapter Eight
Her scent was driving him insane. Especially now that it was no longer tinged with fear. All he wanted was to connect with her in the most primal way. Prove to himself, and to her that they were okay. That they would always be okay, no matter where life brought them.
Carefully, he set her on the bed and stood back to take it all in. Her dark hair and pale skin set against the white comforter made his blood absolutely molten. She looked like an unassuming angel. In the light, he could see straight through the fabric covering her tight nipples and the tiny dark triangle at the juncture of her thighs. There was nothing between him and her naked body except her tiny t-shirt and shorts.
She smiled at him, this shy little thing that made his heart roll over and play dead.
Without a word, he peeled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Then he started at her feet. He was going to worship every inch of her delectable body.
Mine.
Not mine .
He and his wolf were at war. Diz squeezed his eyes closed, determined not to fuck this up with her. He wanted this more than anything, and he would let nothing stop him.
Kissing and nibbling his way up her legs, he was aware of the noises she made. Moaning and groaning and hissing at what his mouth did to her. At her hips, he tucked his nose into the crease between her thighs and took in her aroused scent. It was fucking dark and so seductive he could’ve come just from smelling her.
“Fuck,” he murmured, grinding his cock into the bed. “Dessy…”
He put his mouth on her, right over her scrap of shorts making her gasp so loud he almost pulled back. But he wouldn’t. Instead, he sucked and licked and nipped through the fabric earning a cry from her beautiful mouth.
Sliding his hands under her ass, he gripped her shorts and pulled them down, exposing her wet opening. And goddamn it, she was beautiful, glistening and soft and more than ready for him. He ducked his head for a quick taste, sweeping his tongue through her folds.
Fuuuuck .
No. Nope. There wouldn’t be anything quick about this. He wanted to live there between her legs.
“You like these shorts, Dessy?” he asked between vicious licks.
“Mmm?”
“‘Cause if you do, you better tell me now.”
“Wh-what?” She was too preoccupied to answer, too lost in sensation, which was just fucking how he wanted her.
He’d have to gamble that these shorts weren’t her favorite.
Grabbing the waistband where it was stretched across her thighs, he pulled with both hands, and in one swift move, he’d ripped them in half. Destiny gasped, but he had her legs spread wide and his mouth on her again before she could complain.
Diz lost himself in her, blind to everything but her beautiful pussy, licking and sucking until she was squealing in the background, and grinding herself against his mouth.
“Fucking yes ,” he hissed against her hot flesh.
He lapped at her clit, wanting to push her over the edge so hard she’d never forget it. Burn this moment into her memory for all of eternity. Because that’s how it was for him. He’d never forget this. Never be over it. Not for anything.
Destiny cried out, squeezing her thighs around his head, and fuck, if he died like that he’d die happy. He continued his tongue assault, feeling the delicate twitches of her orgasm, until her muscles finally relaxed.
“Mmm,” he murmured, giving her one last long lick.
He watched her face. Her lashes lay across her cheeks, rosy from pleasure. There were deep rivets in her bottom lip from where she’d
She gripped his shoulders, curling her face into his strong neck, kissing the skin there like she’d always wanted to. A possessive sound rumbled from him, and Destiny gave her heart over to him completely.
This was happening. This was really happening.
Chapter Eight
Her scent was driving him insane. Especially now that it was no longer tinged with fear. All he wanted was to connect with her in the most primal way. Prove to himself, and to her that they were okay. That they would always be okay, no matter where life brought them.
Carefully, he set her on the bed and stood back to take it all in. Her dark hair and pale skin set against the white comforter made his blood absolutely molten. She looked like an unassuming angel. In the light, he could see straight through the fabric covering her tight nipples and the tiny dark triangle at the juncture of her thighs. There was nothing between him and her naked body except her tiny t-shirt and shorts.
She smiled at him, this shy little thing that made his heart roll over and play dead.
Without a word, he peeled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Then he started at her feet. He was going to worship every inch of her delectable body.
Mine.
Not mine .
He and his wolf were at war. Diz squeezed his eyes closed, determined not to fuck this up with her. He wanted this more than anything, and he would let nothing stop him.
Kissing and nibbling his way up her legs, he was aware of the noises she made. Moaning and groaning and hissing at what his mouth did to her. At her hips, he tucked his nose into the crease between her thighs and took in her aroused scent. It was fucking dark and so seductive he could’ve come just from smelling her.
“Fuck,” he murmured, grinding his cock into the bed. “Dessy…”
He put his mouth on her, right over her scrap of shorts making her gasp so loud he almost pulled back. But he wouldn’t. Instead, he sucked and licked and nipped through the fabric earning a cry from her beautiful mouth.
Sliding his hands under her ass, he gripped her shorts and pulled them down, exposing her wet opening. And goddamn it, she was beautiful, glistening and soft and more than ready for him. He ducked his head for a quick taste, sweeping his tongue through her folds.
Fuuuuck .
No. Nope. There wouldn’t be anything quick about this. He wanted to live there between her legs.
“You like these shorts, Dessy?” he asked between vicious licks.
“Mmm?”
“‘Cause if you do, you better tell me now.”
“Wh-what?” She was too preoccupied to answer, too lost in sensation, which was just fucking how he wanted her.
He’d have to gamble that these shorts weren’t her favorite.
Grabbing the waistband where it was stretched across her thighs, he pulled with both hands, and in one swift move, he’d ripped them in half. Destiny gasped, but he had her legs spread wide and his mouth on her again before she could complain.
Diz lost himself in her, blind to everything but her beautiful pussy, licking and sucking until she was squealing in the background, and grinding herself against his mouth.
“Fucking yes ,” he hissed against her hot flesh.
He lapped at her clit, wanting to push her over the edge so hard she’d never forget it. Burn this moment into her memory for all of eternity. Because that’s how it was for him. He’d never forget this. Never be over it. Not for anything.
Destiny cried out, squeezing her thighs around his head, and fuck, if he died like that he’d die happy. He continued his tongue assault, feeling the delicate twitches of her orgasm, until her muscles finally relaxed.
“Mmm,” he murmured, giving her one last long lick.
He watched her face. Her lashes lay across her cheeks, rosy from pleasure. There were deep rivets in her bottom lip from where she’d
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