Page 65 of Their Pretty Little Monster

I can’t leave her side. And despite everything, I can’t help but want to finish what we started.

“Wolfe,” she says, pulling against my grasp.

“I want you away from this room,” I explain, rushing us into the elevator.

“You think I’m in real danger now?”

Hearing her voice tremble undoes me. I had no fucking idea, none at all, that she’d be my intended mate. I had one mission for her, and that meant not getting close to her. But from the moment she arrived, my head’s been screwed over.

I glance at those delicious tits, her nipples pressing against her dress, her intoxicating scent screaming for me, those deepening violet eyes looking up at me with fear, with lust. Matching hair, starting to lose more of her silver hair, frames her face, falling to her waist, and I picture wrapping it around my hand, holding it tight as I fuck her.

Growling, I take slow inhales to settle myself.

That deep ache pulses inside me, reminding me that as a true mate, our connection would be unbearable unless I fuck her again and again. That my insatiable desire for her won’t fade away.

Heart hammering, I face her, my hands on her tiny waist, and she stares up at me, a quirky smile on her lips.

“So, it’s normal to be running around the vessel, naked and all?” she teases, glancing down at me in monster form.

I fucking adore that she makes light of a moment that’s drowning me, that should scare her halfway to the Seven Hells. So, I appreciate her attempt to lighten a heavy mood.

“Are you finding it difficult to concentrate?” I quirk an eyebrow, pushing a few strands caught in the corner of her mouth off her face as she breathes quickly.

Her blushing cheekiness has my cocks throbbing, and I push them against her, so desperate to have her legs spread and wound around me.

“You’re distracting me,” she whispers, while I’m leaning in and taking a lungful of her scent that has my balls pulling up tight with need. Berries. Vanilla. Sex.

She’s mine.

That’s all I can think about.

I’m about to instruct Howler to take us to my floor, but I stop. Sage is staring at my cocks again, and I’d be a real fucker if I didn’t allow my mate to explore what I’m packing.

“Get on your knees,” I order.

Her gaze flicks up to me, a lost breath on my lips.

“You heard me.”

She’s watching with her narrowing gaze, her tongue dragging over her lips. That look absolutely breaks me.

Then she calls out, “Howler, please take us to Lord Wolfe’s room.”

My gaze drifts to her smirk, the lava inside me bubbling.

“You think that will stop us?”

And her hand is on my cocks as we start moving, gaze riveted on me, tugging on me gently first, her touch tender. “They’re so hard, but soft on the outside.”

“I give you all of me.” I place my hand over hers, tightening her squeeze, tugging me harder, faster. “Fuck,” I grunt, slamming my free hand to the wall. “Howler, stop the elevator.”

“You’re so big.” She works me with two hands, those thick veins running down my bulging shafts, throbbing. Sparks shoot through me, and I grind my teeth, snarling, needing this more than breathing itself.

“Taste me,” I demand. “Sweet girl, you’re going to break me if you don’t.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

“Just take it slowly and I’ll guide you.” My pulse burns, staring down at her fisting my girth, then she gets to her knees in front of me, a cheeky grin curling on her face. She takes one tip into her mouth, her tongue teasing.

---