Page 128 of The Wolf in My Tavern

He leans down and plants his mouth over mine, kissing me until I am a limp puddle of need and panting for him to claim me.

Then he leans up and taps my cheek affectionately. “Thank you, lass. I better get on.”

Turning, he snatches up his pants and, for the second time this morning, leaves me hanging.

I am in a bad mood and must force myself not to linger on how disgruntled I am. Callum is normally very generous in pleasuring me. I should not feel so bad that he has done this once. I dare say he is very busy. A few of the Canis pack have caused trouble at our borders, and although Gray is not concerned, nor does he believe they pose a threat to the pack, he is very much out for their blood, and there are regular patrols.

I wash up and get dressed, and I am about to seek out Lizbeth when a naked Gray strides into the room.

“I need you,” he growls.

Finally! The dress I have only just put on is torn over my head and lands in a pool on the floor.

He is on me a beat later, tossing me in the center of the bed, where he spreads my legs and puts his lips on me… gently.

I fist his hair and lift my hips, trying to put his mouth where I need it most.

He growls, pins me still, and commences a torment that has me teetering on the brink of madness.

“Oh, please put your cock in me, I beg you!”

“Naughty, lass,” he chides, leaning up and licking his lips like he is savoring my taste. He leans over me, planting one hand beside my face.

His fingers make sticky noises as he handles his cock, and I glance down, wondering what he is waiting for. I am wet and ready. My legs are stretched wide to accommodate his spread knees. His cock brushes against my pussy, the fat head turning a deep purple color under his rough treatment. “We both know you need a little rest. If you are good for me. I can at least give you my cum.”

I’m not sure exactly what this means, but I convince myself he intends to put it in me slowly, and I’m sure even that would be enough to make me come.

“Please, anything,” I beg.

His growl is long and drawn out and is followed by the first hot splash of the seed against my throbbing core.

I stare down, panting, confused and insensible with my unmet needs… outraged that he is wasting it. “Oh. I could have at least sucked it if I had known.”

He bestows me a lazy smirk as he finally stops pumping. “Lie very still, lass.”

He leans back a little, carefully parts my pussy lips with his finger and thumb, and, using the middle two fingers of his other hand, scoops up his cum and pushes it inside.

I moan, my hips moving of their own volition. He is so damn gentle about it that I want to scream. “I am not sore. I cannot think why you would presume so!”

“I will be the judge of that. Now, be good while I carefully work this into you. It will help to calm you. There, does that feel better?”

“It does not feel better,” I say piteously, flinging one arm across my eyes as he pumps those two woefully inadequate fingers inside with infuriating slowness. It does not make me calm, either. If anything, it is having the exact opposite effect!

“Are you sure?” he asks—I swear his tone carries fake confusion, but I am presently too befuddled to be sure. “Maybe you need some elsewhere, hmm?”

I only realize his intentions when he presses a slicked-up finger into my ass and begins to tease me there.

I am on fire—my whole body trembles with need. My nipples are hard and painfully peaked. My clit is a throbbing bud, distended to the point of pain. The entire area between my thighs feels swollen and hot. Even my ass is tingling with need.

How is it possible to be so close yet not come?

I beg and plead.

He continues his gentle torment.

Then he selects a thick pelt, covers me up, and orders me, “Take a nap, Ada. If you can be good and do this for me, then maybe when I return, I will consider getting you off.”

I throw the pelt at him.

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