Page 71 of Cursed Wolf

Tryn alternated sensations. Soft and soothing, then rough and sharp. It was maddening, delicious torture. When he finally dragged his mouth to my other breast to give it the same treatment, his hand continued what his mouth had begun.

Massaging, kneading, and caressing gave way to pinching and pulling. Hands and mouth left my skin reddened from all the attention. My mate was mauling me, and I loved it.

All of it heightened the pulsing between my legs to a needy, desperate level. My clit ached almost to the point of pain. He hadn’t even touched me there yet and would barely need to to get me off.

“Tryn,” I whined, squirming on the picnic blanket. “Enough. I need…”

“What do you need, my sweet fate?” He swept both breasts into his large hands and dragged his thumbs over my nipples.

“I need to come!”

“Oh, already?” He leaned down with a cocky grin, the ends of his hair tickling over my skin and making my desperation even worse.

“Yes! Please touch me.”

“Hmm.” He sat back on his heels, looking pensive while I felt on the verge of crying. “How about you touch yourself for me?”

“Touch…myself?” A fresh wave of heat licked over my body, brought on by desire and shyness in equal measure.

“Yeah, I’ll give you this one.” Tryn’s gaze raked over my body, lips parted like he couldn’t decide where to start devouring me. “Let me see how my girl makes herself come.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I felt shy under the intensity of his gaze, but the need for a release was stronger. My fingers pressed over my clit hood, and I let my eyes feast on the naked man kneeling in front of me just as he was to me.

Tryn was so incredibly built. Wide shoulders wrought with muscle that led down to powerful arms and huge hands that protected and touched me so well. His thick, barrel chest rose and fell with his breaths, his abs also flexing with the movement. His thighs were thick as well, and they did save my life, as the saying goes.

I held off looking at the most delectable part of him until I’d taken my fill of everything else. My self-control was surprising to me, but once I looked at his cock, my fingers pressing and circling my clit, I knew my release was imminent.

He was half-hard, thicker than my wrist, and long enough for me to wonder if my cervix was going to have some objections. But did I really care? Hell no. If we were fated mates, surely we were biologically compatible too.

“Spread your legs wider,” Tryn growled. His cock flexed, doing a little jump as he spoke. “Let me see that sweet cunt as you make yourself come.”

I planted my feet a few more inches apart, but apparently that wasn’t enough.

“More. Let me see all of you.”

Before I could do anything else, Tryn scooted forward on his knees and palmed my inner thighs with those huge hands of his. He pressed both legs out to the side until my knees hit the blanket. I could not be more spread open and exposed than this.

“Oh fuck yes, keep going,” he murmured, eyes glued to where my hand was. “You’re so fucking wet. That pretty pussy is so glossy for me.” His hands remained clamped on my thighs, his cock growing stiffer by the second. If he came forward another few inches, he’d have that blunt head inside me.

A strike of pleasure hit me so hard, I gasped for breath. My legs pressed against Tryn’s hands, wanting to snap closed, but he wouldn’t let me. The building pressure was getting to be too much, a few more swipes and I’d be done for. But my werewolf knew how to prolong and build up my pleasure even when he wasn’t the one touching me.

“Stop for a second. Spread your lips and let me see you. Fuck, that’s beautiful.” He swallowed and licked his lips, tightening his grip on my thighs. Any more and he’d leave bruises on my flesh, but like I cared.

“Finger yourself for me, as deep as you can go. Oh yeah, like that. Sweet moon, fuck.” He released one of my legs to fist his cock, spreading the bead of precum that formed at the tip.

That sight alone ratcheted up my pleasure even more. I was teetering on the precipice, just on the verge of falling.

“Tryn, don’t stop.” My hips bucked against my own touch. I lifted my head to see him better, to watch him stroke himself as he was to me.

He grinned salaciously, canting his hips in small thrusts as he fucked into his palm. “You like watching me too, beautiful?”

“Fuck yes,” I panted, my breath tight. “You’re going to make me come.”

“You’re the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen,” he moaned, quickening the pace of his hand. “You’re going to make me explode, Emmaline.”

“I want to see, Tryn. I want to feel it, your cum on my skin.” Right then, I needed to see and feel his release more than I needed food or air.

“By the fucking moon, Emmaline.” His head tipped back with a moan, exposing the long, sexy column of his throat.

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