Page 118 of Bonding with the Beta

When Kayleigh reappears from the bathroom fresh from her shower, a fluffy grey towel wrapped around her chest, one hand holding it up, my eyes stalk her every move, but she doesn’t look at me; she acts like nothing happened ten minutes ago.

My cock strains as she turns and rummages through her wardrobe, her towel dipping low across her spine as droplets of water roll down her skin. I push myself to my feet and walk towards her.

I wrap my arm around her waist, her back firmly against my chest. She releases a squeak of surprise. I might be a wolf, but I can be quiet on my feet. “Fuck, you scared me,” she murmurs.

“If you think you’re a good tease,” I say, dipping to rest my lips against the shell of her ear. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Kayleigh shudders but attempts to straighten her spine. “Yeah, right.”

A low chuckle leaves my mouth as I twist her in my hold and shove her back into the dresser, my height advancing on her. Fora split second, she gulps, but she keeps her head tilted towards me.

My finger drapes down the curve of her cheek. “I’m going to have you begging me to fuck you.”

Her pretty eyes narrow, and her legs tighten a fraction.

“Try me,” she breathes out eventually.

Kayleigh’s voice screams competition, and if she wants to fight for the title of the best teaser, then I’m going to be right there behind her. I flash her a lazy grin before hauling her into my arms with ease and walking her to the unmade bed.

I drop her down, her towel parting in the process. Before she can reach for it to wrap it around herself again, I snatch it and throw it across the room. Now she’s stark naked and beautiful.

My eyes roam over her hardening pink nipples and long legs. I bite on the inside of my lip as I grip her thighs and twist her entire body so she’s on all fours.

“Don’t move,” I demand as I step back and scan her room.

I spot her dressing robe and remove the soft tie that wraps around the middle. I grab both of her wrists as she buries her face into the bed with a whimper.

“Tell me if this isn’t okay,” I demand as I begin to tie her hands together.

“It’s okay,” she exhales.

Kayleigh bound and completely at my mercy? The hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I admire her body from this angle—pure submission. My fingers rise to trail shapes and patterns down the backs of her thighs. Her skin blooms with goosebumps in seconds, and I smirk at how responsive her body is.

My hand trails up around the curve of her ass and down again, occasionally brushing the tip of my finger against the edge of her pussy. She jolts at the action and shudders.

I breathe through my nose as I grip her asscheek and groan at the sight of it in my hands. My hand rises, and I spank the skin, the patch immediately turning red and blotchy.

Kayleigh gasps, twisting her hands against the restraint. “F-fuck,” she stutters.

My fingers trace around the lips of her pussy before I push two inside her, moving slowly. She shivers against me, her wetness pooling down my hand. I curl them downwards to locate her G-spot. I circle the spot with the tips, and she buckles against me.

She erupts into endless moans as her hands twist behind her back. I smack her ass once more, and she gasps for a breath. The second I feel her building, I remove my fingers completely.

“Look at this pretty fucking pussy, so damn greedy,” I rasp as she whines. “You want me to fuck you here, blondie? Just say the word.”

I give her a moment to calm down before I fuck her with my fingers again, starting slow and speeding up as she attempts to push back on my hand. “Ugh, Kayden,” she whines, and my cock stirs in my boxers. “Oh, fuck.”

When her legs begin to shake, I take my fingers away again.

Kayleigh almost screams in frustration, her entire body trembling with the need to come. But I’m not letting her until I get the one thing I want. Her heavy breathing increases when I stroke her throbbing clit.

“Kayden,” she huffs as her eyes clamp shut.

I tut when she pushes back against my hand, desperate for the pressure. I spank her once more, earning a throaty groan of pure torture. I breathe through my nose at the sight of my handprint embedded into her skin.

She struggles against the robe tie around her wrists as I slip my index finger back inside and rub her clit with my thumb. Her breathing hitches, and she whimpers into the sheets as I speedup. Her eyes close as she focuses on the pleasure. This time, I leave it to the very last second before pulling away.

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