Page 32 of Wolf Tamer

And yet I’m unsurprised when she drops down between my knees, staring up at me with eyes so hot my heart leaps. Submitting to me.

Damn, I never thought I’d see the day. She keeps her eyes on me as she reaches out to draw my pants down and give me at least a little relief.

Her hand wraps around the base of my cock, and she’s cupping my balls with the other, staring up at me with the smuggest smirk I’ve ever seen her wear.

“Is this what you want?”

She laps at me and I jerk, unable to contain the movement.

“You’ve got to be fucking joking.”

Then she’s got me between her lips, all the way inside her mouth, and the groan of ecstasy has me tipping my head back.

This isn’t good.

Not good at all, but so good I can barely stand it.

How can I be mad at this woman?

It’s smarter to hate her rather than let her suck me deep into her throat. I open my mouth to try to tell her to stop, when she leans forward and does something with her tongue—

Ah,fuck.

I crack my eyes open, staring down at the top of her bobbing head, all that pink hair.

Lord, give me the strength to fight this woman.But nothing happens. Definitely no strength. Nothing except raw pleasure that has me fisting my hands in her hair to keep her in place.

Eventually, she releases me, and since it’s before my ownrelease,everything inside me aches with need. The grin she shoots me is victorious. She knows she has the power here, and she’s the only person I’m willing to surrender all my control for.

What have you done to me?

“Tasha…”

She makes to cross the room, and a growl rumbles in my throat. I react on instinct and snatch her, forcing her closer. Forcing her to face me. She’s still smiling like she knows the secret to my undoing.

“This is a bad idea, Reid,” she warns. She does so with a little laugh and lets me grab her, positioning her on my lap with her thighs splayed open. I hoist her up and kiss her, her nails biting into my neck and her need just as clear as mine.

For a moment, there’s no power play here. There is no fight.

It’s just the two of us giving into each other and the desire that we close the space between us. I want to fill her completely. I want to listen to her cries and moans and urgings as I take her mercilessly and claim her as my mate.

Pretending is the worst.

Pretending to hate her, pretending we’re on the same side, pretending she doesn’t already belong to me…

Tasha grabs my hand from her waist and brings it to her breast. I squeeze hard, to the point of pain, before finding her nipple and tweaking it to a harder point. She gasps at the contact.

“This might be a bad idea,” she says with a groan, “but I want you so fucking badly.”

I’m half a second away from tearing her clothes off, and she won’t mind it one bit. I’ve got my fingers on her zipper, pulling it southward, just as a knock sounds at the door.

“I’m busy,” I snap out. I kiss her hungrily, loving the way her tongue tangles with mine.

But the pounding continues. It’s time. I break away from Tasha reluctantly, placing my hands on either side of me on the bed so I’m not tempted to keep petting her and finish what we’ve started.

“That would be our cue,” I grumble.

She wiggles closer, and my next breath brings to me the scent of her desire. She’s wet for me. I don’t need to feel her to know it. And feeling her will only lead us down a path I’m powerless to stop at the moment.

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