Page 39 of Auctioned Wolf Bride

We entered the living room. I held myself back, lurking near the doorway instead of stepping all the way in.

“This is a bad idea,” I repeated. “We don’t want the claiming bond to get stronger.” But the words sounded hollow.

He raised an eyebrow. “What? Me coming over to chat isn’t going to make it worse.”

I tilted my head and folded my arms. “We both know that the odds of us just chatting are slim to none.”

He gave one of his roguish grins that only made me want him more. He walked toward me, every strut filled with confidence. I stayed rooted to the spot, knowing what was about to come and that I’d be unable to stop it. Or just unwilling. Because the more I looked at him, the longer I was in his presence, the more trouble I had remembering why this was a bad idea in the first place.

I wanted him. Needed him.

His hands went to my arms, holding me there as I stayed trapped under his gaze, mind beginning to go blank as my heart thudded. Just being this close, just smelling his scent and feeling his hands on me was enough to spark something inside me again.

“I’m starting to think that maybe we should just say fuck it,” he growled. “Because all I want is you, and I’m not going to be satisfied until I have you again.”

His mouth moved to my collarbone, nipping at my neck just a little. I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as his hand ran down my side, resting at my hip. His hand gripped me, holding me in place as his lips moved upward.

“Tannen…” I murmured. A jolt of fire and excitement raced through me as my eyes met his. There was something hungry in those eyes of his, an intensity that filled every inch of me.

The last of my resolve fell away.

“Fuck it,” I growled, and slammed my mouth against his.

Any semblance of control Tannen had left vanished. He pulled me toward him, pressing my body against his until it was flush. His kiss was intense, hungry, unyielding as it deepened. The kindling spark that had been building between my legs burst into a full flame, and all my reservations dissipated.

His hands wasted no time in finding the hem of my shirt. He jerked it over my head with such intense enthusiasm that the blouse ripped. I didn’t care. My bra came off a moment later. He flung it halfway across the room, his eyes staying locked on my breasts. He reached out, taking one in each hand and squeezing.

“I haven’t been able to get these out of my mind since the first time I saw them,” he said, holding my breasts and admiring them. He rolled one nipple between two fingers. I gasped, back arching. “I didn’t realize just how incredible giant tits could be. You have the most perfect breasts, you know that?”

“You could stand to say it a bit more,” I retorted.

Chuckling, he pinched my nipple again, tugging me closer before his free hand tangled in my hair.

“You have amazing tits,” he growled before pressing his lips to mine.

My mind went deliciously blank, toes curling as his hands continued to roam, teasing me wherever they went. I fumbled with his shirt, tugging desperately at it until I got it off, revealing perfect abs that felt like stone as my fingers traced them. Amoment later, they were at his pants, unfastening the button as he made short work of my own jeans.

The instant we were both naked, he growled, the sound reverberating through my entire body and making me tremble with excitement. Then he grabbed my wrist, pulling me through the halls into my room. Without waiting for me to say anything, he threw me onto the bed, clambering on top of me. His mouth went to mine before sliding downward, lips caressing my neck, my collarbone, each breast, and continuing downward.

He crawled down until he was between my thighs. His thumb pressed against my clit, causing my back to arch as I let out a soft gasp. As the pleasure continued to ripple through me, sending new spasms of heat, he bent his head down.

My eyes had fluttered shut, but they flew open when his tongue ran along my slit. I moaned, head rolling back. I hadn’t realized anything could feel this incredible. His free hand, the one not pressing against my mound, ran up my stomach toward my breast, grasping it tight. My head spun.

Without warning, his tongue thrust inside me. I let out a soft cry, toes curling as I writhed beneath him. The pleasure continued to build as he devoured me, electricity racing through my body, the pressure and need building between my legs as the fire continued to burn. I felt like I could explode at any minute.

Just as the pressure got to the point where I didn’t think I could take it anymore, he pulled away, leaving me feeling empty and hungry for more at the same time. I whimpered, wanting more.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

He gave a wicked smirk that drove me wild.

“I love the way you taste,” he said, licking his lips. “If I want to savor it, then I will.”

He continued pleasuring me, making me writhe and moan as he toyed with me with his tongue, making me dizzy with need. I needed his cock inside me, needed him to fill me.

“God, please fuck me,” I begged. I was so close, could feel myself teetering over the edge.

Chuckling, he raised his head, eyes dancing with mischief. I half-expected him to say no. Instead, without warning, he pushed himself inside me.

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