Page 9 of Reformed Wolf

I should’ve been kissed before my 21st birthday. There were a lot of things I should’ve done by now, and normally I probably would’ve taken the time to rant over how overprotective my father was, but my lack of experience didn’t seem to matter in this case. Not when my alpha was so eager to lead—and I was more than ready to follow.

His lips were so hot, so insistent as he slanted his mouth across mine, and when he teased his tongue across the seam of my lips, it was like he was asking permission to enter. Access granted! I parted my lips, and he plunged his tongue inside, massaging mine. I tasted red licorice and liquor, and the unexpected combination made my pulse skyrocket.

One hand dragged up my shirt, searching for skin, while the other hand slipped down the back of my pants, his middle finger gliding down the crack of my ass. I could feel how slippery I was, my slick leaking from my hole. Damn these tight pants! I cursed. I wanted more, needed it. I whimpered into his mouth, a pitiful whine, as I humped against him, searching for some kind of relief. Pressure built until I thought I was going to scream. Oh my gods, I was going to come right here in public, without even being penetrated. My moan was so loud, everyone must’ve heard it, even against the backdrop of dance music, but I was way beyond caring.

My hands had a mind of their own, dragging my extended claws up his neck and scalp, my fingers tangling in his hair and pulling hard until he reared back, and I saw his wolf’s eyes staring back at me.

I couldn’t think straight. My panther was in my ear, begging, pleading with me to mark him. We could do it right here on the dance floor, nobody needed to know. Everyone did, though. Of course they knew. The pheromones were coming off us in thick waves. I saw more than a few glowing eyes turned our way. What was it the bouncer said about an orgy?

A thick hand came down on my mate’s shoulder, and following the arm up, I tipped my chin to look way up at another alpha wolf, his eyes forest green, the muscles in his jaw bunched. “Get out of here, would you? Before things get out of hand.”

“That’s the best idea you’ve ever had,” my mate said, his voice a whole octave deeper. “Come on, let’s find somewhere more private.”

Without taking his hands off me, he walked forward, pushing us through the crowd like a plow, with no regard to whose toes we stepped on. For the most part, they cleared the way, heads turning to follow our progress, their gazes hungry. I was stumbling backward, blind to where we were going, but I put my trust in him. I knew fate wouldn’t steer me wrong.

Together, we tumbled through a swinging door, the glaring fluorescent light making me blink up in confusion. “The bathroom?” I scoffed.

“I know, it’s cliché, but I promise next time will be more romantic. Right now, I just need to be inside you. Okay?” He at least looked apologetic as he flipped the lock.

I couldn’t do anything but nod like a fucking bobblehead, desperation making common sense a thing of the past. “Yeah, okay. Good deal.”

“Thank gods,” he panted as he lunged for me. He gripped the backs of my thighs and hoisted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his slim waist and held on for dear life. He pressed my back against the cold, tiled wall, using his body to pin me in place in order to free up his hands. With no measure of grace, he tore my vest down the middle, buttons popping, and shoved my shirt up to my chin. “Fuck, your skin is so smooth.” He proceeded to taste, kiss, nip, devour whatever he could get his mouth on. When he closed his lips around my nipple and added suction, I cried out, holding his head in place.

Ours, my panther purred, and I felt the declaration to the depths of my soul.

As lost as I was to the passion, I barely registered that he was working at my pants, first the button then the zipper, fighting to get them past my hips. All I knew was that I needed him, needed him to relieve the pressure.

And then his hands were on my ass, parting my cheeks to give him access, the skin slippery. He delved just one finger into my slick heat and moaned. “You’re so tight,” he praised.

Tight? Oh, he had no idea. Those words sank through my addled thoughts, snapping me out of my daze. My eyes flew open, staring up at the water-stained ceiling in dawning horror. Shit. I couldn’t give him what he wanted. Not yet. My father would kill him.

“Wait,” I panted, “stop,” even as my panther yowled in furious misery.

To his credit, he stopped, but I could sense it was a near thing. His animal instincts were pushing him hard, but ever so slowly, he extricated his finger from my ass and lowered me to the ground. He took a step back, his breath unsteady, hands shaking at his sides. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, but there’s something I need to do.” Before I could overthink my actions, I gripped his shirt in my fist and dragged him back, kissing him hard. He sagged against me in relief, and for the first time in my life, I took control—and I loved it. Growling, I flipped him around until he was the one pinned to the wall. He could’ve overpowered me if he wanted, but he stayed where I put him. “Stay,” I commanded, and his eyes flared with arousal.

He liked when I pushed him around. Good to know.

I lowered to my knees, staring up at him as I tugged on his belt. “I want to see what you have for me. Will you show me?”

“Fuck me,” he muttered, rushing to help me with his pants, his pupils blown wide. “Take whatever you want. It’s all yours.”

I may have been inexperienced, but I was no stranger to porn. I’d seen plenty of cocks, just never one in person. When he drew his thick erection out, I found myself struck speechless. It looked too big to fit into my mouth, let alone my ass! Veins stood out starkly along the shaft, blood rushing to fill his phallus.

I watched in fascination as he stroked himself, squeezing a drop of glistening precum from the tip. “Like what you see?” he asked. He might’ve acted confident, but I could hear the thread of insecurity my wide-eyed stare had caused.

“Oh, I like,” I vowed, licking my lips in preparation. “I more than like.” And then I closed my mouth around the silky-smooth head and slid him down my throat. This was the single most erotic moment of my life. I closed my eyes in bliss, savoring the feel of my alpha’s cock filling my mouth. I moaned and sank down further, taking him as far back as I could.

“Gaia, save me,” he cursed, grabbing the back of my head and holding me there. “Don’t move.” I could feel his pulse racing through those swollen veins.

Mate, claim, mark, ours, my panther pressed, fighting to get to him.

We can’t! We’re not his to claim, not yet. There is only one way this can play out.

First, though, I could allow myself to indulge. I gripped him around the base of his dick, and as I drew my mouth back, I slid my fist up to follow. In tandem, between my mouth and fist, I began to work him into a lather.

He groaned low in his throat. “Baby, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” he warned me. It only made me double down. I wanted to make him explode, make him fall apart, make him mine. I wanted everything he was and everything he would be. I squeezed him hard in my fist, my teeth scraping gently down his length.

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