Page 51 of Fated to the Wolf Prince

Because deep down, that’s what we were. Primal.

And I wanted every second of it with him.

“Yes.”

His eyes sharpened, but he didn’t move. “You can’t—”

“I can, and I am.Yes.”

THIRTY-ONE

Kane

Something inside me snapped. Being anywhere but inside her was no longer acceptable. I leapt for her lips, those perfect, plump, kiss-reddened lips, as I scooped her off the wall and turned for the bed. They were mine, and I took them. Part of me warned that I should slow down, wait for my head to clear, but the wolf was in charge. His mate saidyes. Yes to love and marking and family. And there was nothing I wanted more than all that, with my stunning Brielle.

I regretted shredding it, now that I wanted to use it, but I was able to keep her up with one arm while sweeping the ruined comforter and most of the fluff off the end, exposing bare sheets, which were mercifully untouched. I laid her back gently, letting my eyes feast on her flushed skin, the way she gleamed in the soft lamplight.

And then she whimpered, and I dropped to my knees. My mate needed me, and she was never going to be left wanting again. I took my time spreading her knees, shredding her lace panties to expose her glistening pussy and inhaling her perfume, ignoring the need pulsing in my dick as it tried to punch a hole in my sweats. She came first.

I leaned in close and startled her with one long lick from the bottom of her seam all the way to the top, stopping briefly to circle her needy little clit, the perfect bud practically crying for attention. But I didn’t—couldn’t—hold myself back like last time. This time, she needed all of me, and I had to get her ready.

She was so small and fragile, my mate. I sank two fingers deep inside her, and she arched off the bed, putting her exquisite round tits on display for me. I growled my appreciation against her clit, but didn’t stop moving.

“Oh Goddess, when you growl it’s, it’s—”

I did it again, pressing harder with my tongue and curling my fingers inside her, finding that hidden sweet spot. If I focused on her, I could pretend I wasn’t dogging the line of my self-control, wasn’t a bastard for taking her when I was half-wild with the moon lust.

She screamed her release, and her walls milked my fingers so good, it was criminal. I couldn’t wait to feel her strangle my cock. I kept rubbing, easing back a little as she rode it out, but not stopping. She was panting under me, so beautiful in letting go. Goddess, what had I done to deserve her? I didn’t know, but I’d get on my knees every day and worship her, body and soul, to keep her.

I pulled back and added a third finger, stretching her wider, and she let out a moan.

“Kane, I want the real thing. Don’t tease me. Please, please, please.” She was writhing again, though, and those needy littlepleasesmeant my mate was going to come again before I gave her my cock.

I stood, kicking off my sweats in one simple move, never stopping my fingers pumping in her tight channel as I leaned over her, catching her eyes. My wolf craved them, deep pools of gorgeous brown, so expressive, so liquid.

“Look at me, Brielle. You want my dick? Hmm? Want to squeeze me while you come?”

“Yes, Kane. Yes. That’s what I want, please—” Her hips surged up, impaling herself harder on my fingers, drenching me with every clamp of her inner walls, making me groan.

“I want that too, but you’re still too tight. I need you to come again for me, like the good mate you are. Do you want that?”

“Kane…” Her eyes fluttered shut, hands fisted in the sheets as I worked her relentlessly. My wolf pushed again, growing restless to be inside her, to claim her.

“Bare your neck.”

She didn’t hesitate, craning her head away from me, exposing her creamy throat, and I rumbled, the desire to please her driving me forward. Dragging my nose up her neck, I stopped at her ear. When I nipped the lobe with my tongue, her whole body jerked under me.

“So responsive, mate. You were made for me. Are you ready to take me?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

I licked and kissed down the length of her neck, feasting on her whimpers of need, right to the pulse point where her neck met her shoulder. When I bit her, she screamed again, going rigid as her pussy locked down on my fingers in a wave of bliss. It was torture, not letting my fangs pierce her, mark her, but I wanted to do everything right with Brielle. She deserved the most beautiful full-moon ceremony for her mating, and that was what she’d have. But for now, I could give her this small taste of what it would be like between us. And I couldn’t wait a second longer to sink inside her.

She stifled a sob when I pulled my fingers free. “No, Kane, please, I need more, I need—”

I pulled my hips back and nudged her entrance with the head of my cock. She was so slick, I nearly slid in with the barest pressure. The desire to piston all the way in was strong, but I didn’t want to hurt her. Gripping both hips, I slowly guided myself in, mesmerized by the sight of her pussy sucking me in inch by inch and the feel of her heat. She was heaven, and I never wanted to leave.

She moaned low and long, sending tingling heat to the base of my spine.

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