Page 53 of The Wolf's Mate

“Rip.” The neediness in her voice has the hair on the back of my neck standing up. My cock throbs, still as hard as before. Her mouth helped ease some of the pain that comes with my rut, but still didn’t completely satisfy it.

I need more, and I plan on taking everything she offers.

“Take me,” she pleads, looking up at me with those damn honey-colored eyes.

The tortured expression on my face morphs into one of wicked delight. I reach down, scooping Hettie up in my arms. Her scent erupts around me. Her desire is so thick and sweet. If I reach my hand between her thighs, I know she would be dripping for me.

I say nothing as I briskly whisk her away, back down the dark hallway to the cozy bedroom. It’s plain, with nothing more than a bed, but it’s all I need. When I toss her on the bed, Hettie bounces once. The next second, I’m on her again.

I press Hettie down on the mattress. She moans softly, her body arching toward mine. She trembles under my touch, and I kiss down her body. I taste the saltiness and faint floral flavor of her skin. She smells so fucking good. I groan, unable to contain myself. Kissing down to her breast, I pull her hard nipple into my mouth.

“Oh god, yes,” my mate moans, letting her head fall back, exposing her slim neck. How I crave to sink my teeth into my mark on her neck, completing the mating ritual at last. Because that’s what is going to happen after this. There’s no turning back, and I won’t let her shy away from me. She wants this—and me—as much as I want her.

I move to tease her other nipple, my hand snaking down between her legs. I rest my hand atop her mound, covering her completely. “This pussy is mine,” I growl.

“Prove it, Alpha,” my sassy mate pants. “Prove my pussy is yours.”

She’s baiting me, that little brat. And I fucking love it.

My thumb finds her clit, and I stroke her using small, circular motions. “This pussy became mine the moment we mated.”

Before she can reply, I lean down, running my tongue along her pussy lips. She’s completely drenched for me. Her honey coats my tongue, and I swallow. “Fucking beautiful. You’re primed to take me, aren’t you mate?”

“Yes, fuck, Alpha. Stop playing with me. I need you inside of me. Please.”

I enjoy hearing her beg, and if this was any other time, I might prolong her pleasure for no other reason than to get her completely worked up. And partially for my sick amusement.

But this isn’t any other time, and I’m doing everything in my power not to rut against her repeatedly until I satisfy my need to dominate. To knot my mate until we are both screaming from satisfaction.

“You’ve never taken a wolf’s cock before, Dove. I’m about to ruin you.”

“Do it. Ruin me. I want it.”

If I were a good man, I would take this time to remind her about knotting, but I’m barely a man at all right now. My hard cock leaks on Hettie’s stomach, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

She reaches out, wrapping her hand around my shaft. My entire body is on fire. I’m the one about to dominate my mate, but there is no question who’s in charge. This woman will have me worshiping at her feet soon.

And I’d gladly do it.

Hettie leads me to her entrance and runs my tip along her folds. We groan in unison as her wetness slicks my cock. She then lines me up with her entrance, and all rational thinking is gone.

I grab Hettie’s hips, pulling her closer. I slowly guide my way inside her, watching her pussy lips stretch obscenely around my cock. Hettie is so damn tight, but I know she can take me. Her body is primed for this. Not everyone can take an alpha’s cock, but Hettie can. She will.

I watch her expression closely as I slide the last few inches inside of her. She cries out for me when I’m fully seated, legs trembling from the intrusion. I clamp my hands around her thighs, keeping her open. “You were made for my cock, Dove. See how well you take me?”

“You’re…so big,” she pants out, biting her lower lip.

I lean down and suck her lip into my mouth. That drags a long moan from her, and she relaxes underneath me.

Our combined scent wraps around us, reminding me of home. I don’t know when Hettie became the object of all my desires and the most important person in my life, but somewhere between meeting her and now, the shift took place.

“You can take it, mate,” I say at last, and she doesn’t argue. She just looks at me with something akin to admiration and passion. A look a woman would give to her lover.

I move my hips, testing out how she feels. When Hettie meets my thrust with her own, the last of my restraint snaps, and I start to fuck her in earnest.

She is temptation personified, and I’m her willing subject.

I have often thought about what it would be like to truly have Hettie, but the daydream does not accurately represent the reality. Hettie squeezes my cock perfectly and takes down every inch like she is made for me.

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