Page 46 of The Wolf's Mate

“Eager girl.” I laugh, taunting her. Before she responds, I squeeze her breast, running my thumb over her taut nipple through the fabric.

Her desire fills the air, and Hettie hooks a leg around me, pulling me closer. I know she feels just how hard I am for her. There’s no missing the erection behind my pants. I need her. I want her. But I don’t give a shit about my pleasure. I just want Hettie to come undone by my touch. It’s about time my wife orgasms with my name on her lips.

“Rip,” she moans again. I enjoy seeing her worked up, rubbing that sweet pussy all over my hardening cock.

“What do you want, Hettie? I need you to be very clear in your needs, mate.” I tease her nipple again. I want to rip the damn dress off her, but I’m certain my cousin would skin me alive if I ruined the gown she spent all day finding for Hettie.

“You,” she whimpers. “I need you to make me feel wanted.”

“You need your alpha to play with that pretty pussy you keep grinding all over me? Tell me, mate, are you wet for me?” I already know the answer. I can smell the sweet scent of her desire, but still. I want to hear it from her lips.

“Fuck yes. Are you going to do something about it, Alpha? Or am I going to have to take care of myself?” She juts her bottom lip out, doing her best to look annoyed, but the flush to her cheeks and the lust in her eyes tell me a different story.

“You aren’t touching that pussy, Dove. If you want to come, you ask your alpha. Let me hear you say you want that.”

“Are you fucking serious right now?” she growls. “Just fuck—what the fuck, Rip?” she screams, her voice going breathy as I bring my hand down to slap her pussy. My mate is too bratty for her own good. Lucky for her, I enjoy taming brats.

“Ask me, Hettie. Ask me to let you come,” I say, voice even as I stare upon her frustrated face.

“You dick—fine!” she hisses as I slap her pussy again. Her legs quiver, and she lets out a delicious moan. “Alpha, will you make me come?” she asks with forced patience.

We will work on her tone. “Good girl. All you have to do is ask.”

She curses my name under her breath.

I kneel by the table, moving Hettie to the edge. Her dress is already bunched up, but I push it up more, exposing her smooth brown thighs. Her legs open for me, but one article of clothing still remains between us. I make quick work of her panties, tugging them down her legs and pocketing them. A reminder of tonight.

When the cold breeze of the winter’s night hits her bare pussy, Hettie shivers and tries to close her legs. Though I’m not sure if it’s from the chill in the air or her own insecurities. Either way, I place my hands on her thighs, keeping her spread for me.

“Unless you want this to end, you’ll keep your legs open for me. Understand?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Yes, Alpha. The sweetest fucking words I’ve ever heard.

Her pussy is so fucking wet, and she smells fucking delicious. I yank her closer, and she lets out a mix of a gasp and a moan. I press my fingers harder into her thighs, making sure she knows to keep them open as I lean forward.

The first lick of her seam has us both moaning. “You taste so fucking good, Hettie. So sweet, like candy. Did you know that?”

“N-no,” she whimpers.

“You’re my dessert, Dove.”

And then I start to eat her out in earnest. I can’t stop. I can’t slow down. I wanted to take this slow. Play with her and slowly coax her to orgasm, but I’m too impatient right now. My tongue darts inside of her, her cream so sweet on my tongue.

She moans my name or screams. I’m not really sure. I can’t concentrate on anything other than devouring her pussy.

My tongue sweeps over her clit, eliciting a loud, sensual moan. She reaches for me, tugging on my hair. It adds the perfect amount of pain, making me growl. I suck the sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth, pressing a finger inside her.

She clenches around the digit. She’s so fucking tight. I want to sheath my cock deep inside of her, inch by inch. Feel her stretch and tighten around me. It’ll be fucking heaven.

“Fuck,” she pants, grinding down on my face.

I laugh softly. “Ride my face, mate.”

This is a command she doesn’t fight me on. Her hips work against my tongue. I add a second finger, moving it in and out in rhythmic timing. It’s not enough, not nearly enough, but it’ll do for now.

“Alpha!” Hettie screams as her orgasm takes her over. Her body spasms, and her legs tighten around my head. I taste her satisfaction, groaning with each swipe of my tongue. I don’t let up, not until she collapses back on the table.

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