Page 54 of Wrestling With Werewolves

I shift backward as he thrusts, forcing his knot to kiss between my thighs. My pussy lips part around it as it rubs against my clit. Orgasm builds again as I reach for the remote to his plug, mashing the final button.

He grunts and lets out a string of expletives that have me blushing and rocking back faster and faster along his length. Every pass of his cock through my folds drives me higher and higher, our combined breathing heavy and desperate as we rock together.

A choking sound, followed by the jerk of his body, tosses me over the edge. When his cock emerges through my thighs, I wrap my hand around it and milk him, cum spurting all over my fingers as orgasm barrels through me again. Slick splashes from me, coating him and my hands and the floor—and I don’t even care.

There’s only the fraught silence, the tension of trying to hold back a scream that’s on the very edge of my tongue.

Richard’s teeth close around my shoulder and bite, a soft, pained grunt whispered against my skin. His chest rises fast against my back, his tongue swirling softly against my skin as the last moments of orgasm force seed onto my eager fingers.

When ecstasy stops, my knees threaten to give out. Footsteps sound outside the door, but I can’t be bothered to look. Voices fade as Richard buries his face in my curls and breathes in.

“Luna,” he whispers on a soft groan. “My dirty girl, you feel so good on my fingers.”

I huff out a quietish laugh and stroke my fingers down his forearm. “Still want me to clean you up, Alpha?”

He groans but releases my throat and pulls his hand carefully from between my legs. Spinning me in place, he dips and grabs me by the backs of my thighs. In one swift move, he tosses me over his shoulder and stalks toward the door.

“Richard,” I hiss, even though I can’t hold back a laugh. “The cleaning crew is still here!”

“Then be quiet,” he commands playfully, smacking my ass. I swear the sound reverberates off the walls so dang loud. But I clap a hand over my mouth as he stalks to the door and opens it quietly.

This should be interesting.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER - RICHARD

If I ever thought there was a world where I could encourage Lola to look for some life without me, that idea is dead. As I glance out my office door, twitching an ear to listen for the gnomes, it occurs to me that I would follow this woman to the ends of this world and the next if that’s what she wanted. I’ll go on tour. I’ll fight her father. I’ll leave it all behind to bask in her presence.

Whatever Lola wants, I’ll make sure she gets.

The gnomes are somewhere in the main room of the bar. To the left, Bad Axe opens the back door for us. My mate chuckles under her breath as I stalk down the hall and out the door into the forest behind the bar. Under the dark cover of night, I round the building and dip into my stairwell, ascending the stairs. At the top, the treehouse opens the door for us.

“Put me down, Richard,” Lola says, laughing as she pats at my middle back with both hands. “I love getting whisked away, but your shoulder isn’t that comfy.”

Grinning, I toss her onto my sofa, staring at her tits as she bounces. She grins and lies down, bringing both hands between her thighs as she steps them apart. Long fingers slip through her folds, gathering the moisture there.

“Like what you see?” Her voice is soft, sensual as she rubs a slow circle over her clit.

“Goddess,” I pray. “I love what I see, but I’ll be right back.”

She whines when I turn. Jogging across the room, I hit the bathroom and remove the plug, tossing it in the sink to clean later. As much fun as it would be to play with her and it a while longer, I don’t want to lose my focus on her.

When I return to the living room, I cross the open space fast. I drop onto my knees on the edge of the sofa, then lean over her, caging her in with both arms. “Show me more,” I demand. Bringing my mouth to the inside of her knee, I suck until she whines. A kiss follows the rough treatment, and I repeat it up the inside of her thigh until she’s whining and rolling her body.

“Tell me what you need, omega,” I murmur, nuzzling the juncture where her thigh and body meet.

One hand comes to my head, her fingers digging into my hair and tightening. The pain brings Big Daddy rushing to the surface.

Fuck yes, finally, he yowls, panting inside my mind. Claiming Bite. Do it for the love of Alaya.

“Mouth,” she gasps, curling over to lift her hips closer to my face.

I lean forward, brushing my mouth over her slick mound. She cries out and shudders as Big Daddy loses his mind.

Her scent is stronger here, but I want full immersion, so I drag my nose through her folds, coating myself in glorious, sticky slick designed to help her take my knot. Lola cries out and writhes, her voice ragged and desperate. At the first flat swipe of my tongue over her clit, she unravels, spewing an unintelligible string of words as satisfaction sweeps through me. I reach for her left leg and pull it over my right shoulder, suckling softly at her clit as her scent explodes between us.

Good. Soak the room with it, Big Daddy hollers. Make this whole place smell like slick.

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