Page 62 of Wolf

I hear the door creak open, and my heart skips a beat.

“What are you doing?” His voice is low and dangerous.

I turn slowly, the towel wrapped tightly around me, and my eyes meet his. “I’m taking a shower.”

He takes a step forward. “You’re washing me off.” It’s not a question.

My heart thumps in my chest, and my cheeks flush. I can’t meet his eyes. “I—I have to wash.”

In an instant, he’s in front of me, his hands roughly pulling at the towel, tearing it away to expose my naked body to his hungry eyes. “No, you don’t.” He moves closer. “Don’t wash away the scent of me on you.”

My body responds to his nearness, but I step back. “I—I can’t not wash, that’s gross.”

A dark smile curves his lips. “Oh, but you can.” His fingers trail down my arm, sending shivers through me. “You’ll let my scent linger on your skin for the rest of the time we’re here. You’ll carry it everywhere, a constant reminder of who you belong to.”

I swallow, my throat dry. “I?—”

“Shh, don’t deny me.”

I bite my lip, my eyes flicking up to meet his. “I—there’s something I’ve wanted and thought about for a while.”

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with curiosity and a hint of challenge. “And what is it you desire, my little rabbit?”

“I—” My voice falters as I gather my courage. “I’ve wanted you to—to—” I take a sharp breath. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

The words hang in the air between us, thick with anticipation. I hold my breath, waiting for his response, my heart pounding.

Matias’s eyes darken, a hungry, primal glint in their depths. My confession has unleashed something feral, and I feel a thrill of fear mixed with anticipation. He grabs my hips, his touch possessive, and he leans close. “Has any man been inside that tight little hole?” he demands.

His breath tickles my skin. My heart pounds as I shake my head, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “N-no,” I whisper.

“Good. It’s mine, then. All mine.” His fingers skim the curve of my waist, his touch searing hot. “I’m going to pop that anal cherry. I’m going to stretch you open and make you scream my name.”

He nips at my earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. My body yields to him, my breath quickening as desire pools in my core. “Please,” I breathe.

Matias pulls back, his eyes burning with intensity. “You really want it, don’t you, baby?”

My throat is dry as I nod, unable to find my voice.

He smirks. “You won’t be able to sit after I’m done with you. I’m going to make you forget your name.”

I want it—I want him fucking my ass—more than I’ve ever wanted anything. A rush of dampness floods between my legs, a telltale sign of my body’s eagerness. I bite my lip. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and full of need. “I want it so badly.”

He chuckles, a deep, wicked sound that thrills me. “You’ll have to earn it. Prove to me that you want it bad enough.” His eyes darken further, a challenge in his gaze. “On your knees.”

Without hesitation, I sink to my knees before him, holding his gaze. I want to show him how much I crave this. It’s always been a dark desire of mine—the idea turning me on. The only thing I’ve put up there is a dildo, but I’d imagine it would feel amazing having his cock there.

Knotting his fingers in my locks, he forces my head back, exposing my neck. He stoops over and drags his lips across the column of my throat, his breath ghosting over me. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs.

His hand tightens in my hair, guiding me toward his hard cock, and my lips part in response. It’s been insane not wearing clothes as he gets hard so much. We’ve fucked more than I’ve fucked in my life in the past two days. I wrap my hands around his length, stroking him as I take him between my lips. He moans, a deep, primal sound, and his hips jerk involuntarily. I take him deeper, my tongue swirling, savoring his flavor, his scent filling my senses.

Matias’s grip on my hair tightens, fucking my throat. I moan around him while my fingers dance over my clit, my breath quickening as pleasure sparks and spirals through me. I crave the release, the intense rush that only he can give me.

“Swallow it, baby. Take every inch into that tight little throat.” His voice is hoarse with need.

I oblige, wanting to give him the same pleasure he’s given me so many times. Taking him deeper still, I feel his balls against my chin. He groans, a low, guttural sound that fuels my desire.

My fingers move faster, matching the rhythm of him fucking my mouth. I’m drowning in sensation, consumed by the feel of him, the taste of him.

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