Page 21 of Posing for the Artist Wolf

Heat flooded my core at the raw need in his voice. So easy, so simple, to throw myself at him then and there. But I kept my nerve.

Kai groaned as my robe pooled at my feet. His eyes roamed my body hungrily, drinking in every curve and plane.

“Patience is a virtue,” I teased in a sing-song voice.

The sketchbook hit the floor with a soft thud. Kai prowled towards me, all coiled power and predatory grace. His hands ghosted over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“And I’m anything but virtuous,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. “Kneel.”

His command echoed in my bones. My thighs trembled as I lowered myself to the floor.

Kai sank to his knees behind me. Those hands gripped my hips tight, dragging me back an inch. Higher on my knees. His fingers slid up my spine, arching my back. The touches moved me where he wanted and I tried desperately to focus solely on keeping my muscles still.

But his fingers left fire in their wake. I couldn’t drag air into my lungs fast enough.

“And expecting virtue when you smell good enough to eat is a mistake.” His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head to the side. “My wolf is straining to claim you.”

“How...” I licked my suddenly dry lips. “How is a mate claimed?”

Kai reached around my body for my hand. He bent my arm at the elbow and pressed my palm to my stomach. His erection pressed into my ass, tempting me, taunting me, just as much as our hands he dipped between my legs.

I whimpered, my knees nearly giving out beneath me. The need growing inside me threatened to overwhelm me. I rocked against the pressure, seeking relief.

“We mark each other,” he nuzzled the spot where my neck met my shoulder, his stubble rasping against my sensitive skin, “with a bite.”

He pressed my fingers harder against my clit and my eyes drifted shut. “Will it hurt?”

“Only for a moment. Then you’ll feel nothing but pleasure. But only after you ask for it.” His tongue darted out, tasting my skin. “I can already taste how much you want it.”

His chuckle was dark and rich. My legs trembled, threatening to give out beneath me. Kai’s arm snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel every hard plane of his body, the heat of him searing through his clothes.

“Fuck yourself,” he rasped. “I want to capture the moment you come.”

Kai’s touch lingered a heartbeat longer before he stepped away, leaving me cold and aching. I kept my eyes closed, listening as he grabbed my sketchbook and settled on the couch.

“You’re soaked,” he groaned low in his throat. “Are you going to put on a show for me, Claire?”

I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze as I traced a finger along my wet slit. The first touch sent an arc of pleasure straight down my spine. I bit my lip, trying to keep my moan in check as I repeated the motion.

He swore under his breath. The scratch of pencil against paper filled the air between us, but he never looked away. His gaze was like a physical touch, teasing me, encouraging me to give in to the desire consuming my thoughts.

“Fates, you’re gorgeous,” he growled. “That blush suits you, sweet girl.”

I sank a finger into my pussy, arching back as a shudder rippled through me. Two fingers. A second shudder as I curled them, brushing a spot that left me gasping. I rode my fingers, feeling the coil of my release tighten and tighten.

My legs trembled as I struggled to keep my pace steady.

“Faster,” he commanded.

Kai’s jeans rustled, and his rough groan brought my eyes to his lap. He’d undone his pants and taken his cock in hand, stroking himself in time with me. Watching me.

My hips bucked as I gave in to his command, fucking myself with abandon. Pleasure built, the pressure threatening to rip me apart. I ached for him, ached for more. For him inside me, filling me in ways my fingers couldn’t.

“Be a good girl, Claire,” he gritted out. “I want to see you fly apart.”

The order was the last push I needed. I shattered, pleasure rocking me to my very core. Every muscle in my body locked as I moaned his name. I let the waves roll through me, losing myself to the sensations.

By the time I came back to myself, my chest heaved and sweat slicked my skin. I eased my eyes open, taking a shaky breath.

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