Page 20 of Forbidden Daddy Mate

My wolf calmed in his arms, quieting down when she’d been on edge ever since the attack. I breathed a sigh of relief, leaning into him and letting the comfort wash over me. His scent was enough to soothe me, and the way he held me in his arms made my heart pound, but not with dread. A new stirring built inside me. I nuzzled against him, unable to stop the growing urge and not willing to, either. And I realized I wanted him more than I ever had in the past and more than I’d thought possible. It wasn’t just want. It was a burning need for him growing in me, one I wasn’t sure I would be able to control. In that moment, all that mattered was him holding me.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was the fact that I’d nearly been dragged off to who knows what. Maybe it was the fact that it was the middle of the night and I was exhausted, so I wasn’t thinking straight. Or maybe I just couldn’t take it anymore and was tired of fighting it. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter. I reached up, grabbed his head, and pulled him toward me.

His shock gave way to passion as he wrapped his arms tighter around me, pressing me against him, this time not in comfort but out of the same need I was currently experiencing. He kissed me hungrily, and I returned in kind, melting into him as his hands snaked lower, sending shivers as they moved down my back. He grabbed my ass, squeezing. I jerked as a new spasm of need raced through me, and I moaned against his mouth.

Something about the moan seemed to push away any final inhibition Malcolm had. With a growl, he lifted me off my feet before turning and pushing me against the wall, pinning me there. His hand went to the hem of my shirt, lifting it slowly, calloused fingers brushing against bare skin as he continued to hold me in place, his lips pressed hungrily against mine as if he couldn’t get enough.

He pulled it off, and my shirt fell to the ground. His hands grasped my breasts through my bra, his hands large enough to grasp them entirely. My back arched as he squeezed, that kindling fire growing hotter as he unclasped my bra and threw it halfway across the room. He paused, taking a step back and looking at me.

“What?” I asked, breathless. I needed him holding me, touching me.

“Just admiring the view,” he said. He moved closer, eyes locked on my large breasts. “You have no idea how often I’ve been imagining these recently.” He took them in his hands, squeezing. “They’re better than I imagined.”

“I’ve always thought they were too big,” I muttered, though I was barely aware of what I was saying, too focused on the growing fire inside me and the way his calloused hands felt on my bare skin.

His thumb flicked my hardened nipple as he studied them contemplatively. “Honestly, I think they’re perfect,” he said. “Just the right size. I like having something to grab onto.” He squeezed, smirking when my back arched at his touch.

“Stop toying with me already,” I begged. I could already feel how wet I was between my thighs. I knew he could smell my arousal, based on the bulge in his pants. I moved to unfasten his pants as he continued mauling my breasts with an almost fanatical greed.

His cock sprang out, bigger than I would have imagined, but it fit perfectly in my hand. He growled, pushing me against the wall so hard that it shook, pinning my wrists above me. His free hand slipped between my thighs, thumb pressing against my clit as his fingers circled my vagina. One finger slipped in, then a second, his hand moving rapidly as his thumb began to flick my clit. I gasped, writing and moaning, certain I wouldn’t last much longer. I was close to the edge, nearly toppling over. My toes curled and my back arched.

He slowed his hand, then stopped entirely, giving me a wicked grin as I glared at him.

“I’m not through with you yet,” he said. “I’m going to drag this out for as long as I feel like it.”

“Jerk,” I said.

“Watch it,” he growled, hunger in his eyes. “Or I’ll put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use.”

Another jolt in my stomach. I grinned, meeting his gaze with my own mischievous smile.

“Jerk,” I said again.

He snarled, then pushed me to my knees, bringing me to eye level with his large, fully erect cock. I licked my lips unconsciously.

“Go on,” he said. “You asked for it.”

I bent forward and ran my tongue along the shaft, looking up at him as I did. He tasted as good as he smelled, and I took him in my mouth, continuing to run my tongue along his dick as my head bobbed. His grip on my hair tightened. “Fuck,” he groaned.

I kept moving, not breaking rhythm as my mouth slid up and down his cock. His own groans deepened as the grip on my hair tightened. I could tell he was close, but moments before I knew he would cum, he pulled my head away. Without another word, he grabbed my waist, hoisted me into the air, and impaled me on his cock.

I screamed, nails digging into his back as he pumped in and out of me, his dick rubbing against my clit as he thrust. My toes curled as my legs locked around him. His hand tangled in my hair as he pressed my head toward his, locking his lips against mine. I moaned into his mouth, sensing that I was nearing the edge, getting closer to falling with every thrust.

His pumps grew faster, more frantic, almost as if he were as hungry for me as I was for him. Pleasure raced through me, and I tried to hold onto it, wanting to savor that desire and insatiable need for as long as possible. My mind felt deliciously blank. All that mattered was Malcolm and the way his cock pumped inside me.

I grew closer and closer. I tried to hold it at bay, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to for much longer.

With one last hard thrust, I shattered. I screamed, lips still locked onto his mouth. He kept going, and I rode him, hips bucking as the ecstasy washed over me. At some point, I felt him explode inside me.

We stayed like that for a moment, me on his cock, legs locked around his waist, his arms wrapped tight around me. We stared at one another, panting from exhilaration. We stayed silent, neither of us knowing what to say or how to fully process what had just happened.

Finally, he lowered me to the ground, his eyes never leaving my face as he searched my face to see how I was feeling. I tried to do the same to him, but his expression was inscrutable, and I couldn’t figure out what he was thinking. In the moment, though, I wasn’t sure it mattered. After all, I couldn’t figure out what I was thinking, either.

Chapter 9 - Malcolm

Freya came downstairs again, toweling off her hair from her shower. She gave a small, tentative smile as she saw me, as if trying to gauge my reaction. I was still reeling from what had happened.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

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