Page 30 of Tamed By the Alpha Wolf

“Not yet,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I want to be buried inside you when we come.”

Before I could respond, Nico spun me around and bent me over the nearby table. His hand pressed between my shoulder blades, keeping me pinned as he kicked my legs apart.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his free hand trailing between my thighs. “Look what your fingers did. You’re just dripping for me, aren’t you?”

I squirmed against the table, desperate for more contact. “Nico,” I whined. “Please...”

His hand came down hard on my ass, the sharp sting drawing a surprised gasp from my lips. “Please what?” he demanded. “Tell me what you want, Elise. I want to hear you beg for it.”

Heat flooded my cheeks, but my wolf howled with approval. This was a game we both enjoyed—the push and pull of dominance and submission.

“Please fuck me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need you inside me. I need you to mate me.”

Nico hummed with satisfaction. “Since you asked so nicely...”

In one swift thrust, he buried himself inside me. I cried out, the sudden fullness almost overwhelming. Nico didn’t give me time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that had the table creaking beneath us.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. “You were made to take my cock, weren’t you? Tell me who you belong to, Elise.”

“You,” I gasped, clinging to the edge of the table as he pounded into me. “I’m yours, Nico. All yours.”

His thrusts grew harder, deeper. The coil of pleasure in my belly wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

“That’s right,” Nico growled. “Mine. My mate. My alpha.”

The possessiveness in his voice sent me spiraling over the edge. I came with a hoarse cry, my body clenching around him. Nico fucked me through it, fingers unerringly finding my clit and drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling mess beneath him.

As the aftershocks faded, I became aware of Nico’s labored breathing. He was close, but holding back. Waiting.

A surge of affection washed over me. Even lost in the throes of passion, he was still putting my needs first. But now it was my turn to take control.

With a burst of strength, I pushed off the table and dislodged Nico. He stumbled back, shock and hunger warring on his features.

I advanced on him, backing him into the living room. His eyes widened as I shoved him onto the couch, but he didn’t resist. Instead, he pulled me down onto his lap, his cock sliding back into my drenched pussy.

“Fates, Elise,” he hissed, his fingers digging into my ass. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are like this. Taking what you want. Using me for your pleasure.”

My hands roamed over his naked body, exploring every ridge of muscle and scar. He hissed as I raked my nails down his chest, and the sound made me grin.

Fuck, he was beautiful like this. Broken and savage, trembling with need for me.

I kissed him hard, capturing his bottom lip between my teeth and tugging until he moaned. His hips bucked, driving his cock deeper into me. The feeling was intoxicating. I never wanted this moment to end.

But I also knew it wasn’t enough. We both needed more.

So, I pulled back, gazing deeply into his eyes as I rolled my hips. Nico’s jaw clenched, his breathing ragged as I moved against him. Each slow, deliberate motion elicited another grunt or groan, and I took pride in drawing those sounds from him.

Faster and faster, I rode him with abandon. Nico’s eyes locked on where our bodies joined, watching himself disappear inside me over and over.

I leaned down, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss as I continued to move above him.

“Mine,” I growled against his mouth. “Say it, Nico. Tell me you’re mine.”

His fingers dug into my hips, his expression wild with lust and something else. Something softer. “Yours, Elise. Always yours.”

I claimed his mouth once more, pouring all my love and desire into the kiss. Nico responded in kind, his grip on me tightening as he matched my movements with his own. Our bodies moved together like they were made for this, for each other.

We were both panting now, chasing our release. I felt the pressure building again, my toes curling as I hurtled toward another orgasm.

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