Page 71 of Wolf's Endgame

With a growl, I picked her off her feet, and laying her down across the couch, I climbed on top of her. “You are the only one I want,” I reminded her. “I don’t want easy, I don’t want complacent, I don’t want a mindless fool who agrees with everything I say.” Peppering her jaw with kisses, I nibbled on her ear. “I want you. Someone who challenges me, who tells me when I’m being a dick?—”

“So, you admit you’re a dick?”

Grinning, I hid my smile against the crook of her neck. “I admit that you make me act like a dick.”

Kezia’s fingers tightened in my hair. Tugging my head upwards, she scowled at me playfully. “I think you’re a dick even without me.”

Kissing her roughly, I groaned into her mouth when my mate took my cock in her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Is this my punishment?” I asked as she began to work me over slowly.

“No. It’s my pleasure,” she whispered against my lips. “You’re just the tool I’m using to get off.”

“Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Kezia wiggled underneath me, and somehow, I was on my back and she was on top, pulling my pants down, freeing my cock. I had no control when she ran her tongue over the length of me. Looking down, I watched as she took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked. Desire raced through my veins as I watched my mate fuck her mouth with my length. Kezia opened her eyes and met my stare, her hunger evident as she worked her tongue over me.

“Fuck, Kezia, I need inside you.”

Pulling herself off me, she used her hand to maintain a steady rhythm that made me weak. “No. You come like this or not at all.”

The dominance in her tone made my balls quiver. “I’m going to come too soon,” I muttered even as her mouth enveloped my cock once more. A gentle tug on my balls, and I started pumping into her wet and willing mouth. “Fuck, Kezia, I don’t want to know where you learned these skills.” My fingers threaded into her hair, gripping her hair tight as my mate worshipped my cock.

Teeth nipped at the base of me gently and then scraped over the length of me, and it was the last straw. With a twist of her hand and a final hard suck, I erupted into her mouth. Waves of pleasure coursed through me as Kezia swallowed me down.

When my breathing was normal again, I opened my eyes to see her cleaning the head of my cock with her tongue, a smug look in her eyes as she watched me. Tucking me back into my boxers, she got off me and stood over me.

“You taste delicious.” Kezia laughed as she danced away from me when I tried to grab her. “Nuh-uh! I told you, it was for my pleasure, not yours.”

“I just had my pleasure right down your throat,” I reminded her. “Let me return the favor.”

With one arm outstretched to hold me back, Kezia shook her head playfully. “No. You were a dick, and I told you, this was all about me.” Her smile faltered a little when she looked away from me. “Was it…okay?”

“It was better than okay.” Moving forward, I caught her hand, our fingers linking almost automatically. “I was your first time?”

“You are all of my firsts.”

Fuck if that didn’t make my chest puff out like a peacock. Kissing her hard, I worked my hands under her sleep shorts. “Let me fuck you, Kezia,” I whispered between kisses. “I want to hear you scream as I make you come.”

“You’re a narcissist,” Kezia gasped as I slid a finger through her wetness. “You just want to hear me scream your name.”

Stroking her clit, I nipped her bottom lip. “I do. It’s the only thing I want to hear as I fuck you. You begging me for more as you come all over me.”

Kezia’s head tilted backwards as my fingers picked up their pace. “Luna, help me,” she groaned when I slid a finger inside her. “You have such a dirty mouth.”

“You love it.” Kissing along her collarbone, I resisted the urge to rip her clothes off her. “Say yes,” I pleaded, prepared to take her shorts off, but she stepped back.

Panting, Kezia shook her head. “No. I told you, this is your punishment.” Backing away, she watched me lick my fingers clean of her essence.

“You sure it’s me that’s being punished?”

Kezia nodded. “Yes, you will stay here and think about your actions”—I watched as she fumbled for the door handle—“knowing that I’m upstairs, out of reach, getting myself off.”

Growling, I stepped forward, halted by her hand raised to stop me. “Kezia…”

“No. You don’t get to be all growly and possessive. You want me? Well, tonight you can’t have me.” She smiled wickedly. “I realize this may not be the best way to communicate, but you pissed me off earlier, and now it’s your turn to be frustrated.” She slipped her hand under her shorts, and I could smell her arousal as her eyelashes fluttered, her tongue wetting her lip. When I stepped forward, she backed up. “Not tonight,” she warned, teasingly.

With a light laugh, she turned and left the study, closing the door firmly behind her, leaving me lusting after her like a newly whelped pup.

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