Page 89 of Mated to the Wolves

“But still no claiming mark?”

It’s my fault none of them have bitten me, creating a claiming mark for everyone to see. I thought we had more time. Regret and fear try to overcome me. I shove them both down and present a placid facade.

“That’ll change soon.”

I’m wary of the certainty in his words, and the smug expression he wears.

“We put a little something special in the bubbly drink this year. A special offer to the elves. It’s a time of sacrifice, and this seems fitting.”

Sweat gathers on my upper lip and my mouth goes dry. My emotional outbursts from earlier seem sinister.

What did this monster do? Manipulating our mating match wasn’t enough, he wants to control how we come together too. No decent leader would do this.

“Is there a better offering than the joining of bodies?” His smile is full of ill intentions and dominance. “Maybe you’ll gift us with a public bonding.”

I’m frozen in place, horrified at his machinations.

“You honor us, Alpha.”

Cadoc’s response turns my stomach. I move away, only to bump into Kirk.

“Water?” Kirk grips my wrists and leads me away.

“Where are you going? The fun and games are just starting.” Alpha’s jovial tone hides malice.

All around the ballroom, people are indulging in various public displays of affection. Bodies grind together on the floor. Some couples are pressed against the wall, rutting like animals.

The scent of sex and lust is mouthwatering. Slick drips down my thighs, signaling my bodies readiness to mate. A man rips the bodice of his wife’s dress. I whimper, tasting their passion on the air.

Kirk presses his lips to my ear. “Just a little farther.”

He grips my waist and guides me around the corner. Every step we take makes the flames licking at my insides jump higher. I can’t go into a mating heat here. We duck into an empty room and he closes the door behind me.

“Kirk.” I wince at the whine in my voice. This isn’t me.

“You’re going to be okay.”

“It hurts.” Bending over, I clutch my stomach.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He spears fingers through his hair. “I have something to help, but it’s going to take time to kick in.”

I shove my dress up and slip my hand into my panties.

He holds out a pill and I wrap my lips around his digits, moaning as I run my fingers through my hot slick and circle my clit.

Kirk groans. “You’d tempt a saint.”

“Please,” I rub faster, knowing his fingers would feel better. Need mate.

“It’s the heat talking.” Jaw tightening, he pulls his fingers free.

“I need you.” Tilting my hips, I press two fingers inside and moan at the relief.

Flexing my walls, I thrust in and out of my cunt. Unable to reach the niggling itch, I rock my hips. The wet sound fills the room. Keening, I curve my fingers and move faster.

“Not enough.” I shake my head.

“Just a little longer.” His voice is strained. I stare at the large bulge in his pants.

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