Page 125 of Wolf Roulette

“I don’t currently care.”

He blinked. “Right. Well, I best get going. Work at The Dens and all. See you Saturday evening for the new moon?”

A savage growl ripped from my lips, and the werewolf smirked.

He draped an arm over his knee. “You want me to stay? What are you going to do if I do?”

Playing it like that, was he? I opened my legs, reaching to show him.

Sascha gripped my hand. “Not on my watch, little bird. If you’re feeling pleasure, it’s because of me.”

“That’s what you think.”

His smile dropped. “How often?”

I batted my lashes in response.

“I’ll need to keep closer tabs on you, I see. Show me what you want fromme, mate.”

I pushed him flat with my good arm and ignored his predatory growl.

There were so many things I wanted to do that I didn’t know where to start. Sascha Greyson’s body was a buffet and I wanted to get my money’s worth.

His erection stood to attention, and I took it in a firm grip.

“No sex.” Every muscle in his neck was taut as he forced the words out.

I leaned forward and my hair fell around us in a deep red curtain. “Is that because I use sex as a weapon?”

I aligned my core along his erection and slid back and forward to show him what I thought about his little sex ban.

His eyes showed white for a moment.

I grabbed one of Sascha’s fingers. Did I feel like that?

Hmm, not today.

“What’s it gonna be?” he asked huskily.

He was totally,totallydigging this.

I tapped my lips and stood.

“Need help?” Sascha challenged.

I placed a foot on either side of his head and lowered to my knees. His gaze flew directly up to meet mine.

Letting him glimpse my smirk, I lowered onto his face.

He wasn’t daft.

I jolted at the sudden, intense pleasure as he lapped between my thighs.

My hips rocked against his mouth of their own accord.

Sascha groaned into me.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

---