Page 45 of Tamed for Her Pleasure

I get a sharp poke in the chest. Purring, I capture her finger and bring her hand to my lips.

She softens for all of a second before she snatches it away and pokes me in the chest again. “You will set off my aunt’s gout talking about knotting me.” She places her palms against her adorably pink cheeks.

“She is a nosy witch and implied you were only lowering yourself to wed me on account of being with child. She said as Jeremy would have taken you either way. Then there is Philip who accosted me to pitch the same. As if I would let some other bastards care for my future whelps! The fucker has not taken his eyes off you all night. He is lucky I have not taken him aside and acquainted him with my fist!”

Huffing out a breath, she lowers her hands and glares at me. “I admit, Jeremy has been awkward… and Philip delusional… and forward, but you are absolutely not to thump them. And my great-aunt will come around. I am her only great niece, and it is all very sudden…”

She trails off as I get distracted by her cleavage, drawing my fingertips over her quivering breasts. Some of the marks have faded. I shall refresh them as soon as we are next alone.

“Are you even listening to me?” She bats my hand away.

My nostrils flare. “Do you wish a spanking, mate?”

“I-Goddess!” she mutters weakly as I snake my arm around her waist and pin her to me.

“If you can be good and let me kiss you, I will abstain from spanking you in front of all these pompous guests.” I nuzzle the side of her throat the way I have learned she likes before nipping at my favorite spot. The mark here is particularly vivid, and although I have not broken the skin, I consider it my claiming one. “Good girl. We are out of sight here. We are newly mated, soon to be wedded. No one would mind if I were to get you off.” She makes a strangled groan. “I can be quick about it. Now, lift your pretty skirts for me so I can pet your needy clit.”

She groans against my lips as I move to kiss her, fumbling to do as she is told.

“Such a good girl,” I whisper against her lips. “I have neglected you today with all these nosy bastards demanding your time. Likely your pussy is starved of attention.” I slip a hand under her lifted skirts, finding her pussy naked and slick.

“Um! Please hurry,” she hisses.

“Such a naughty lass, leaving your pussy naked so I can get to it easily.”

“You told me to,” she mumbles, twitching as my middle fingertip brushes her swollen clit.

I pet it gently before sliding my finger down into her dripping little hole.

She moans—I kiss up her sounds as I work a second finger into her juicy cunt. I check her face, noting her blissed-out expression. No way she can be quiet while I do this. I clamp my thumb under her jaw and thrust three fingers into her mouth.

She blinks up at me and groans around my fingers.

“My poor sweet beta mate, you have already begun changing to please your alpha.” I kiss her soft cheek, sliding my thumb over her fat, slippery clit as I finger her pussy. “I’m going to begin training you to take my knot tonight lest I weaken to your begging for it. Should I fill you without thorough preparation, it would make you very sore inside. And after I would have nochoice but to knot you often lest your pussy tighten up.” Her eyes lower to slits, and she pants around my fingers. “Naughty, lass: try and be quiet lest all these fancy guests realize I am getting you off in the corner of the room and where anyone might see.”

I realize I have just contradicted myself, but she is too far gone to care that I, in fact, lied to her when I said no one could see. Her eyes roll back, and she comes, gushing and crushing my fingers before she sags against me.

I grin, tucking her cheek against my chest while she heaves gusty breaths. There, I am certain a couple of the lordly bastards who have been sniffing around her were standing close enough to hear.

Someone noisily clears their throat.

Penelope

I cannot believe what I just did behind a potted plant in the drawing room of my home. That barbarian alpha has got me under a spell. The more he touches me, the more I crave. And now he has just made me come apart where anyone might see.

There is a wicked glint in his eye. I want to scold him for his behavior, but how can I when it is likely such attentiveness might be entirely normal to him?

My pussy clenches savagely at the mere thought of him doing so, taking me in front of other people.

He strokes his fingertips down my cheek, and I fight the urge to lean into his touch.

It is only a week until the wedding, a week until he is finally mine. I know that alphas are possessive, but I am likewise every bit as possessive of him.

Someone noisily clears their throat, and I blush to the roots of my hair.

I send Alfred a withering look.

He smirks, well-pleased with himself.

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