Page 28 of Deadly Wolf Bite

“Feels a bit like role reversal,” I say with a grin.

“Does that mean you’re going to give me a lap dance?” she asks.

“I’m going to give you the same pleasure you gave me.”

Her lips quirk, but I don’t give her a chance to say anything else before I’m leaning in between her legs and pulling her panties aside to lick her pussy. Lexi gasps, her hand fisting in my hair as I stroke her clit with my tongue.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” I murmur.

Her scent, her taste, her presence—it’s consuming in a way I’ve never felt before. I lose myself to the sensation of her on my tongue and the sounds she makes that tell me how she likes it. It doesn’t take long before her thighs tense and tremble, and she arches her back, moaning as she comes against my mouth.

I don’t stop, pushing her as high as she can go, and taking it all for myself. My wolf strains, urging me to bite her, claim her, but I grit my teeth, pulling back when the desire becomes too strong.

Instead, as she quiets again, I slide a finger inside her wet heat, stroking her lazily. She pants and leans forward, unclasping my belt. I let her do the work to unbutton my pants and free my throbbing cock.

She wraps her hand around my hard length, stroking me slowly, and I groan.

“I was wrong,” I say. “You’re the dangerous one.”

She smirks as she uses her hand to guide my cock to her entrance. I push myself inside her then hiss at the way she contracts around me like a velvet vise.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel so good.”

I pull her hips to meet me, seating myself deep inside her, and she moans, her nails scraping my skin. Reaching up to grip the couch, I set a pace that has us both panting.

My wolf howls inside me, and the intensity of it combined with the ecstasy of our joined bodies sends me right to the edge.

Lexi makes a sound of pleasure, and her walls tighten around me.

I shove aside the urge to bite her, distracted by the sexy-as-fuck way she moves her body, rocking her hips to meet me. When her orgasm hits, she loses herself in it, and the thread of my control finally snaps.

My release slams into me, wave after wave. I tip my head back, shuddering as I ride it out. Lexi’s hands on my chest bring me back. I look down at her, trying to catch my breath—overcome by the way it feels to be so fully owned by this woman. My cock buried inside her. Her name permanently etched on my heart.

I note the messy way her hair spills around her shoulders and the satisfied, relaxed expression she wears. My wolf feels proud of itself, the fucker.

“You felt all this pleasure that night at the club?” she asks, a teasing smile playing around her mouth.

“Pretty much. I had to finish up without you out back,” I say, and she laughs. I cup her cheek with my hand and lean down to press a kiss to her mouth. “That club was sitting on a gold mine with you,” I joke.

Her smile vanishes. “I was never for sale.”

“No. You were never meant for anyone but me.”

9

GREY

The last thing I want to do is get out of bed the next morning, especially with Lexi’s ass pressed so deliciously against my erection, but I don’t have a choice. Not unless I want to invite my father’s wrath, and I’m well aware I need to choose my battles wisely. I kiss Lexi, whispering that she should sleep and spend the day relaxing. Then I reluctantly get up and get ready, reviewing the old man’s orders.

Rather than any official pack business that might’ve presented an opportunity for gathering intel about his plans, he sends me on a day’s worth of bullshit wedding errands. A tux fitting, an interview with some bachelor-themed blogger who wants to know what sort of porn I prefer, followed by a luncheon speech for the daughters of our city’s fallen “militia”—code for mafia soldiers who died in the battle between our two feuding families. Finally, he insists I have drinks with him and the generals at some sports bar, where they get drunk and overly handsy with the waitstaff.

The only thing I learn is that Anthony Greco has a new position at the city treasurer’s office. My father’s over the moon about it.

“Everything’s falling into place,” he declares, raising his beer in a toast that the other generals echo.

Then they all drink and cheer like idiots.

By the time I manage to extricate myself, I’m exhausted and spiraling. A full day of my father’s bullshit is bad enough, but then there are Lexi’s secrets to figure out, and Dutch’s update earlier, which included a dead end on that plate he ran. At least I get confirmation that my package was delivered. Dutch sent me a picture of Dom’s face as he opened the box. It’s a grainy photo, taken from a distance and through window blinds, but the disgust on the asshole’s face is satisfying as fuck.

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