Page 90 of Mated to the Wolves

“Kirk.” I cry his name as an orgasm breaks, only to turn my need into a roaring fire. A strangled cry leaves my throat. I add a third finger.

“Shit. I can’t watch this.” Kirk drops to his knees and his head disappears under the layers of my skirt.

He tugs my panties, ripping them in his haste, and wraps his lips around my clit. I cup the back of his head. My back arches and my eyes slam shut.

Shuddering, I ride the wave of bliss. He continues thrusting his tongue into my pussy. His hands cupping my ass is the only thing keeping me standing as my knees go weak.

Lapping at my slick, he cleans me up before he sits back on his heels.

“Better?”

Unable to speak, I nod as I struggle to catch my breath. With my body calm and the she-wolf in my head silenced; I can think clearly. His brown skin glistens with my slick and his eyes are darkened with desire.

Bringing my hand to his mouth, he sucks my fingers clean. The medicinal qualities of his saliva sweeps through my body, cooling down the heat, and muzzling the animal I share my soul with.

“You back with me?” His rough voice cuts through the calm.

“Yes. Thank you.”

Nodding, he stands and adjusts his bulge. My fingers itch to cup and measure it.

“What did you give me?”

“A Hail Mary dose of inhibitors and physical stimulation to quicken the absorption and appease your wolf.” He gives me a sad expression.

“If it worked, why do you look like that?”

“I took the edge off, but I created a bigger problem. You can’t take any more of the pills I gave you.”

“What?”

“You have to let nature take its course now.”

All of that and I feel like the bastard won in the end. I shove my fist against my mouth. I refuse to cry. Footsteps sound in the hallway. I relax when I smell the others.

Sniffling, I cram my fears and vulnerability to the back of my head and stand up straight. The door flies open and Fell stalks in first.

“What the fuck did you do, run off to take advantage of her?” He shoves Kirk back and I put myself between them, stopping him short.

“He only did what I begged him to do,” I say.

“If you’re done with your pissing contest. We need to figure a way out of here because I guarantee you, Alpha is waiting for us,” Cadoc says.

Bo snarls. “This was meant to humiliate us.”

“Then we do the exact opposite.” I lower myself to my knees.

“What are you doing?” Fell’s eyes nearly bug out of his head.

I palm Kirk’s half-mast cock through his pants.

“Getting proof that I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”

I squeeze and he groans.

“He can force our hand, but he doesn’t run a damn thing.” I nuzzle the bulge and his cock twitches.

“Ylva.” Kirk’s voice is strained. His gaze is full of leashed passion.

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