Page 120 of Wolf's Mark

She was more nervous than before. Perhaps she was fearful I’d make good on my promise of ravaging every inch. She moaned into the kiss and the sound shot straight through me.

Tasting the combination of pizza sauce and wine, spicy pepperoni and Italian sausage was almost as much of a powerful aphrodisiac as the look of her voluptuous body.

I thrust my tongue inside, tasting every centimeter of her wet mouth. Just like I would her sweet pussy in a short time.

She tugged on my shirt as I drove my thigh between her legs. The heat was explosive. She felt it too, her entire body shuddering from the blazing fire between us. As she rubbed her hand up my chest, curling her fingers over my shoulder, my balls tightened to a painful point.

My cock was throbbing as well, so much so I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long.

Now she had her fingers tangled in my hair and I hated to break the kiss, but did so long enough to place both our glasses on the outdoor table.

I slid my hand under her skirt, cupping her molten pussy through the soaked lace.

“Tell me you want me, Sedona. Tell me now.”

“I…”

“Don’t hold back. And don’t you dare lie to me.”

Her breathless pants were mixed with another round of alluring whimpers. “Yes. I want you.”

I pushed my finger through the lace, creating a hole large enough for me to swirl the tip of my finger around her clit. “What do you want?”

When she didn’t immediately comply to my order, I pinched her already swollen tissue. I issued a slight growl, my wolf enjoying himself.

Her eyelids fluttered open, long eyelashes skimming across her shimmering cheeks. “Bad man.”

“Bad indeed. Tell me. Now.”

“Fuck me. Please just fuck me.”

Her words were the sweetest music in the world. I grabbed a handful of lace, snapping my wrist.

She laughed before moaning again. “Oh, you are very bad.”

“You have no idea.”

“Yes, I think I do.”

I wasn’t willing to wait any longer. I needed to be balls deep inside of her. I spun her around, pitching her against the railing. Forget taking time. I would do that later. My wolf wouldn’t allow the tenderness I’d planned on using.

“Fuck me,” she repeated.

The moment I yanked up her skirt, I split her legs far apart with my knee. The adrenaline rush was heightened by her scent of desire and I thrust my cock deep inside.

She threw back her head, biting back much of a loud moan, but it was enough to entice my wolf. As much as he hungered to come out and play, I pushed him back. This was my time. But my beast was furious, driving my canines to burst past my gums.

With a single bite, I could begin our mating process, but the man inside of me insisted it wasn’t time.

Our bond needed to grow, her trust in me complete. That had yet to happen.

But it didn’t prevent me from fucking her, my rough actions driving her into the railing. She didn’t seem to mind, tossing her head back and forth as pleasure turned into rapture.

I could easily do this all night long, my stamina increasing every time my cock became soaked from her sweet juice.

My mind was in a different place, the primal need the only thing I could think about or process.

She dug her fingers into the railing, meeting every brutal thrust. I wrapped one arm around her, yanking on her top until I could slip my hand underneath. The moment I cupped her breast, she bucked hard against me.

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