Page 103 of Fated to the Warrior Wolf

“Holy fuck,” she swore as, from the corner of my eye, I saw her clock the state of my dick. “Come back. Please? Let me make it up to you.”

I groaned at the offer, but didn’t move. She didn’t mean that. I didn’t want a guilt fuck with my fated mate. I wanted forever, and if that meant the world’s worst case of blue balls, so be it. When she was ready to enthusiastically, happily invite me back to her bed? Hell yes, I’d take her up on it.

“You don’t have to make up for what happened in your sleep. You couldn’t help it.”

“I don’thave to, no. But what if I want to?” Her tone changed to that of a mischievous vixen, and I spun toward her.

“Do you really? Because—” I lost my train of thought as Leigh got to her knees on the mattress and grabbed the hem of that damned sundress. She slowly peeled it up over her head, baring every inch of creamy, smooth flesh that I’d been dreaming of since the first time I tasted it. She tossed it to the floor with a look in her eye that saidI dare you to walk away.

Fuck me sideways.

I took one step toward her, then another, like she was pulling me by an invisible cord. She was a siren of old, and I was a sailor, ready to dash myself on the rocks to be with her one more time.

If I had to destroy myself, it would be on the altar of Leigh’s perfection every damn time.

My thighs bumped the edge of the bed, and she scooted over, still on her knees. Her breasts swayed with the movement, and I was mesmerized as she ran her hands over my shoulders.

“Take this off,” she whispered, trailing the edges of my sleeves with her fingernails. I shuddered and obeyed without a word, reaching over my head and shucking the shirt.

She was weaving some kind of spell with pure sexual energy, and I was powerless to break it as she ran her nails lightly over my chest and down my stomach. They caught on the ridges of my abs, and I sucked in a breath, the tiny hint of pain making me rock harder into her touch.

I wanted it all. I wanted her to claim me as badly as I wanted to lay my own claim on her. When she got to the waistband of my jeans, she flicked open the button with ease and carefully lowered the zipper. She had them off my hips in a second, and I hissed with relief as my cock tried to punch its way through my boxer briefs.

“Look at you, poor needy prince. Do you need somebody to suck this big, fat cock?”

My eyes were slits as she looked up at me, feigning innocence as she cupped me through the last layer of fabric.

“Only you,” I said, and a smile twisted those perfect lips.

She didn’t waste any more time talking. She skated the underwear down my legs, and as soon as I stepped out of them, she fisted me and brought my crown to her lips. She was all teasing at first, stroking and licking as she pumped with her fist.

But when she cupped my sac and sucked me in, I saw stars.

“Leigh, Goddess—” I groaned as I bumped the back of her throat. She hummed happily as she worked my length, and pleasure sparked its way up my spine. I fisted her hair, hanging on as she set the pace. But as the pleasure built higher and higher, I pulled her back.

“No, not like that.” I thumbed her bottom lip, which glistened with my precum.

“No? Why not. Let me make you feel as good as you made me feel.” She kissed along my pecs even as I kept my grip on her hair, and I let my eyes fall closed for a second to enjoy the sensation.

“You said the hormones were driving you nuts. Let me give you what you need,” I said with a little too much force as I peeled her off me.

“But, I?—”

“No buts,” I growled, letting my eyes shine as my wolf pressed for control. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Leigh swallowed hard, but as soon as I let her go, she obeyed, the sight of her ass up for me nearly my undoing. She was glistening with need, and I ran my fingers over her slick folds with an appreciative grunt. She bounced against my touch, so close to the edge for me. I bent forward, laving her with my tongue before thrusting in with two fingers as I swirled her clit. She came apart instantly, screaming into the pillows as I worked in and out, in and out.

“Gael, please,” she sobbed, pushing back against me with every thrust. “I need more, please, please, please…” The words were like a prayer.

I slid my fingers free, licking them clean before anchoring myself at her hips. I didn’t stop. I didn’t hesitate. Just slid home, letting her tight heat absorb me.

She was perfection. Utter, complete bliss. I growled as I pumped into her, faster and faster, while she tore at the sheets for purchase as I worked her toward another peak. Within moments, she screamed again and clenched around me.

Bliss consumed me as we fell over the edge together.

FIFTY

Leigh

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