Page 64 of Wrestling With Werewolves

I lie there in a state of overwhelm, sound muffled, vision blurred, as Richard comes into view at the foot of the nest. “Omega, sit up and look at me.”

His command has me scrambling onto my knees, muscles primed to throw myself at him. Richard stands at the foot of the sofa, unbuttoning his jean shirt one button at a time. His eyes glow with Big Daddy’s intense green as he shrugs the shirt off his muscular shoulders, revealing miles of tanned, tattooed skin. He tosses it aside and steps out of his pants and shoes, never moving his intense focus from my face.

Richard’s scent swells between us, a mixture of his natural smell and the primal, heady essence of heat. Luminescent green eyes narrow, his nostrils flaring as his muscles tense. “May I come into your nest, Luna?”

My entire core aches at those words, at the enormity of them, at the meaning behind them. They’re words I never thought I’d hear. To have that bond…I can’t wait to learn precisely what it means to share it.

I put my whole heart into the formal, traditional answer, sitting on my heels with my hands on my quivering thighs. “Enter my nest, Alpha, and service me.”

He slides onto the sofa on both knees as I reach for him and drag him closer. Burying my face in his stomach, I drag in greedy breaths. Yesssss.

Him.

Mine.

Need. Knot.

Snarling, I yank at the jeans as Richard lets out a devious, commanding laugh.

“That’s not how this works, Luna. My job is to get you off as many times as I can.”

He rolls onto his back and grabs me, pulling me to a seated position on his chest. “Shift forward,” he growls. “I need to eat, omega.” His hands come to my ass and grip hard enough to bruise.

I cry out as I shuffle forward, dropping onto his warm mouth as shock and ecstasy batter my system. Soft lips and a wicked tongue explore my folds with slow, torturous intensity, and it takes me no time at all to flood him with slick and come with his name falling from my lips like a prayer.

But the heat builds, two orgasms just enough to stoke the flames to a wild, raging roar. When I sag over his face, Richard snarls and flips us, crawling up my legs as he grips my left knee and pins it to the sofa, his thighs underneath mine.

He looks down, his free hand gripping his impressive length. He strokes it, squeezing the tip and dripping precum onto my pussy. The satisfied chuckle that leaves his lips as we watch has me curling over to get a better look at all that seed. It drips onto my clit and slides down my pussy lips. That’s when I notice the skin-colored ring around the base of his cock. Seeing it results in a frustrating whine with my wolf’s tone running through it.

“Con calma, Princesa,” Richard murmurs in a soothing tone. “We aren’t ready for pups, Lola. If I don’t wear this the whole time, you’ll be pregnant by the time we’re done.” He dips down and slaps my pussy with the head of his cock. “Do you agree it’s best to wait?”

No.

Yes.

Fuck.

Pleasure shoots through me. Goddess, I hope he’s going to manhandle me. I need it. I want it. But still…that ring. I don’t like it.

When I whine again, Richard snarls, lips curling back as the intense chocolate of his eyes goes deeper, brighter, an emerald shine that tells me Big Daddy is so close to the surface of their shared consciousness. “You need something else to focus on,” he says on a growl.

Heat ravages me from the inside out, demanding something, demanding more than this tease. I’m still not ready when he directs his cock between my pussy lips and thrusts in. My back arches at the sensation of his thickness splitting me so fucking deliciously. He’s huge, and my pussy clenches over and over, desperate to adjust, but he gives me no time.

His free hand grabs my right knee and draws it up and out until I’m thoroughly exposed to him. Muscular hips pull back, dragging his length along everything inside of me as I claw at the sheets and pray for the relief only his knot can bring.

The second snap of his hips is so hard, I’m forced back in the nest. I can’t tell if I’m screaming or crying or begging when he pulls out and surges back in, huge body covering mine until time blurs. And still he continues the steady, torturous, deep fucking until the swollen edges of his knot kiss my pussy lips.

“Please,” I beg. “Goddess, please fucking give it to me.”

Richard lets out an otherworldly growl that raises the hair on my nape as his thrusts grow faster and shallower, every movement pushing that enormous knot farther into me. His hips snap, popping the knot into my channel as I come, overwhelmed by the size of him. I don’t know how many times I come or for how long, just that Richard’s a blazing, searing presence, his heat burning me alive as orgasm batters me against him.

Hours, maybe days later, I blink my eyes open to see my alpha braced above me, watching me with an intense look. His lips split into a satisfied-looking grin.

“You back with me, omega? You passed out after that last orgasm.”

I slap his chest. The heat, the pain, the need hasn’t abated in the slightest. “Give me another one,” I demand, rocking my hips against his. “And another one after that.”

He purrs, that deep noise slicking my channel as he wraps an arm around my waist and rolls us so he’s seated upright, and I’m straddling his lap. In one swift move, he grabs my ass and pulls me down onto his dick, snarling as he enters me. The sheer dominance of the move forces a gasp from my lips as I fall forward against his burning-hot chest.

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