Page 52 of The Wolf's Mate

Rip doesn’t stop me this time, like he’s done every other time. He’s finally giving in, no longer able to hide his rut from me. The hunger in his eyes only intensifies.

I finish the work of pulling down his pants, freeing him from the confines of the material. His thickness pops out. I’ve seen him nude before, but never this close and never in this position.

Rip takes my hesitancy as not wanting to continue, and he tenses, pulling back. “Hettie, you don’t?—”

“Stop making my damn decisions for me, Alpha, and get back here so I can suck your cock.”

Heat flares in his eyes, and he moves forward again. He strokes my cheek before bunching up my hair in his fist, keeping it out of my face.

“Mouth, mate,” he orders, and I’m helpless to obey. I open for him, parting my lips. With his free hand, he grabs his shaft and guides his cock to my lips. I moan, eagerly flicking my tongue out to catch the bead of pre-cum pooling at his tip.

“Fuck,” Rip groans. There’s something exceptionally sexy when he moans for me. Heat rushes through my body, and I fucking love the way it makes me feel.

He’s by far the largest man I’ve ever taken to bed, not that he has had much competition. The men I’ve slept with acted like dicks to compensate for what they clearly didn’t have.

I try to relax my jaw, breathing through my nose. He’s only halfway down, but I am already full. I gag around his length and reach up to wrap my hand around the base of his cock.

“That’s my good girl. Relax, mate. Let me take over.” He’s barely hanging on by a thread, the last of his restraint unraveling. Still, I obey, because I trust him, and let him take the lead.

Rips thrusts his hips. Nothing about him is gentle or sweet at this moment. No, he fucks my face, using my mouth for his own pleasure. It’s embarrassing and humiliating, but I can’t get enough of it. Tears pool in my eyes from his roughness. Already, I can taste his desire, knowing he won’t last much longer.

“You going to swallow for me, pet? Milk me for every last drop?” His filthy words go straight to my clit. The friction of my pants rubbing against me provides little relief. If I had been thinking ahead, I would have stripped down.

But this pleasure is about him. He’s made it about me night after night. I can take a few moments of sexual frustration.

A growl erupts through Rip’s body, and he roars into the dimly lit room. His movements become frantic, and I’m helpless to do anything other than take it.

“Fuck!” That is the only warning before a hot, salty liquid pools in my mouth faster than I can swallow it down.

His cum spills from my lips, down my chin. I can only imagine what I look like to him right now. A needy woman with her mate’s cum obscenely dripping down her body.

I swear Rip is thinking the same thing because he’s slow to pull out of my mouth. “You on your knees with my cock in your mouth is a pretty picture, Hettie. One I wish to capture again.”

When he finally leaves my mouth, I feel strangely empty. Though I can breathe much better, so that’s the tradeoff, I suppose.

Looking at Rip, I can tell that fucking my mouth didn’t even take the edge off. His pupils are still dilated, and his cock is still hard.

“This is just the start, Hettie. You wanted to join me on my rut, so that slutty mouth and pretty pussy are mine. Now strip.”

“Yes, Alpha.” The words leave my lips before I can fully register them. My body is working on autopilot as I strip for him, ready to take whatever my mate gives me.

Chapter 23

Rip

Iam a man undone.

With a goddess at my feet, I know nothing else but pleasure.

Hettie isn’t supposed to be here. She was never meant to see me like this: feral with slipping control. If I had known she’d be here, I would have prepared her for my unleashing.

It’s too late now. She’s here, in the thick of it, and I can’t let her go.

Hettie’s chest rises and falls, my cum still dripping down her chin. It’s filthy, and I can’t help but want to paint her with my release. Claiming her over and over again, so there’s no mistake who she belongs to.

Who I belong to.

This woman will be both the death and rebirth of me. I just know it.

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