Page 54 of Crescent Warrior

“Like what you see?” she murmured, her arms stretching out behind her, enjoying the feeling of being spread out in front of him like an offering.

“I caught you,” he growled, dipping to bite her stomach, the sharp pain making her gasp. “What’s my prize?”

“Prize?” she moaned as he trailed his lips to her nipples.

His gleaming eyes were her only answer, sparkling at her, as beautiful as the water. She was helpless to do anything but rotate her hips against him, seeking friction, seeking anything but the emptiness deep inside her.

“We always played for a prize.”

She moaned, the new, sexy implications of their childhood game sending a shiver down her spine. Leaning up, she tightened her legs around him, his cock rubbing against her slick entrance, her lips pressed to his throat—that spot that she loved so much.

“You can make me come,” she murmured with a mischievous smile. She wasn’t prepared for the anticipatory glimmer in his eyes.

“Perfect.” He wrapped a strong arm around her, turning them in the water and swimming strongly toward the shore with his other arm.

She squealed as he lifted her quickly toward the shore, dropping her with a wet splat to the sand, grinning down at her devilishly.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded and she swallowed, the strong need to disobey fighting against her wolf’s submissive urges.

“No,” she gasped, staring up at him in trepidation, eyeing his huge cock as it pulsed hungrily as she spoke.

“Oh, my Lyta,” he hummed, his grin widening, making his face look almost sinister. “You’re going to be screaming yeses pretty soon. Why not get used to it?”

“Fuck you,” she murmured, her voice breathy, nothing like the strong, commanding tone she was used to.

He kneeled in front of her, reaching out to spread her legs, making her whimper at the pressure of his fingers, biting into the muscles of her thighs.

“Promise?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her fluttering pulse, leaning over her body, covering her fully, his weight a heavy comfort over her.

She moaned, hugging him around his neck to keep him where he was. He grabbed her hands with his, tsking as he pushed them down to the sand, underneath her ass, telling her with his eyes that he wanted her to keep them there. The motion jutted her chest upward toward him and he growled down at her breasts, lapping at one taut nipple.

“Cole,” she gasped, needing more stimulation, arching back even further, trying to get him to latch on to her like he had before.

Smiling, he stroked his sandy hands down her sides, the slight grit and chafing sending a lick of pleasure straight to her clit.

“Beg me, my Lyta,” he murmured, lowering his head to press light, delicate kisses around her nipple. “Make me believe that you want this.”

“Cole,” she warned, a growl escaping her throat.

His pupils dilated dangerously at her tone and he answered her with a growl of his own. Resistance flared strongly inside of her at the sound, his challenge accepted. She yanked her hands from behind her and pulled him to her nipple, pressing his head hard against her.

The chuckle she earned galled her, but he gave her nipple a sharp bite before surrounding it with the heat of his mouth. After only a few seconds of strong suckling that had her crying out, he pulled away, flipping her onto her stomach, the sand scratching against her skin as he put her forcefully onto her knees, smacking her across her ass, hard.

She cried out, her hips churning backward, into his hand. Her knees were sucked into the wet sand, and soon, her legs were spread wide, trying to steady herself as he gripped her hands tightly at the small of her back.

“Such disrespect from my mate,” he purred, rubbing his stubbled chin against her shoulder, using his weight as he leaned over her to press her further into the sand, effectively trapping her. “I want you to apologize.”

“Fuck. You.” She enunciated each word, even as she rubbed her ass against his hard cock enticingly, hoping the sand could chafe him in his sensitive places as well.

“Now, Lyta,” his voice held a smile and she just knew it would be smug. He thought he had won. “Is that any way to talk to someone who won fair and square?”

Her breath shuddered out as he cupped her pussy in his huge hand, giving it a possessive squeeze.

“Especially one who’s going to make you come until you scream.” He was whispering against her ear now, his deep voice reverberating in his chest, making her burn for him.

“Please,” she begged, unable to control herself as she rocked herself against his hand, helplessly. “Make me come.”

“There she is,” he murmured, nipping at her ear. “My mate begs so sweetly.”

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