Page 74 of The Wolf Professor

Charlie shimmied her g-string down her legs and stepped out of it.

She heard a deep grunt of pleasure. She could feel the heat of his body close now, the familiar male smell of him intoxicating.

Max. But not Max—not quite.

“Touch your pussy,” the voice ordered.

Her hand slid between her legs once more.

“Move your fingers along your seam. That’s it, my little rut slut. Stroke your clit for me,” the voice purred huskily.

Those dirty words made a starburst of lust unfurl inside her. She felt the hot flow of her arousal spreading between her legs and started to rub at the slippery bud, her lips parting on a moan, her head kicking back as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.

“Good girl,” growled the voice. “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

She raised a finger, glistening with her juices. A hand curled around hers and guided her finger into the warm cavern of his mouth, rolling it around his tongue. Her pussy clenched—gods, she could surely orgasm from this alone.

“Do you want your alpha to pleasure you?” the voice growled, now stirring her curls.

“Oh yes,” she moaned.

“Beg.”

“Please, Alpha, pleasure me,” she panted.

“Crawl onto the bed, face down.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Her body thrilling to the rough commands, she moved across to the bed, lay down on her face and crawled up the mattress. With the silken coverlet sliding under her naked skin, her face buried in the pillow, Charlie waited, every nerve on fire.

She sensed the bulk of his shadow behind her as he moved over her. “Are you mine?”

“I’m yours.”

“Alpha.”

“I’m yours—Alpha.”

With a grunt, two big hands yanked her butt up. Now her ass was pinned against powerful muscled thighs. She felt the jut of his cock against his bare ass, hot and hard. She squirmed and moaned, trying to chase it, her pussy hungry and desperate, her juices already damp on her thighs.

“Ah, not yet, little one,” he growled. “Hands on the headboard.” Charlie reached forward and gripped it hard with both hands, her body stretched out, her butt in the air.

Now those big hands reached around and fondled her breasts, tweaked her nipples into ravenous peaks. She gasped and pushed back harder into his cock, but still he held off, although she could hear his breathing growing ragged.

One hand roamed around her hip bone, slid down her belly and moved between her thighs.

“Max—” she gasped.

“Address me as Alpha,” the voice gritted close to her ear.

“Alpha,” she mewled.

He parted her, his fingers running a path along her soaking cleft, while his other hand curled around her hip, pinning her in place.

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