Page 51 of A Wolf's Heart

Leave, Weylin growled.

She’s currently wrapped around me. I doubt that’s going to happen.

Get her off, Rainor said.Once she rides out this wave, she’ll be able to think clearer.

I glanced around the yard. Lila had no neighbors, her property backing onto the edge of the conservation. That’s when I met Max’s eyes in the front window. The dog was just staring at me as I held his owner by the neck, her legs wrapped around me as she tried desperately to rub against me.

Focus, Rainor snapped.

I walked her over to the front steps, letting go of her neck so she could resume tasting me. Her lips sent shivers down my spine.I don’t fuck, I breed, I reminded Rainor.

We’re right here with you, he informed me.Let’s just get her through this wave. It’s still early in the heat, which means we may have time for the doctor to knock her out before the next.

And the beast?I asked.

Rainor was silent for a moment before he said,He’s enjoying this.

Well, fuck.

I walked up the front steps and opened the door, displeased to find she didn’t have it locked. The mutt was sitting, waiting in the entryway, so I headed to the couch. Pushing Lila’s legs off me took a lot of strength—not because she was strong, but because her legs felt fucking fantastic wrapped around me.

I took both of her wrists in my hand, moving quickly, so she couldn’t grab me again in her fevered frenzy. Disposing of her on the couch, I made it to the back door in a few steps. This home was smaller than most apartments.

“Out.” I opened the door and waited for the mutt to follow my order. Nothing. “Leave.” This time, I used persuasion.

Throw the ball and tell him to fetch, Weylin said.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, all my dignity flying out the window. I didn’t have to search to find a ball; there was a bucket of them by the back door. I threw it, and the mutt just stood there, tilting his head to the side as he stared at me.

Now say “fetch.”

“Fetch,” I commanded. The dog left, and I closed the door behind him, locking the dog door as well.

Lila was squirming as she stretched out on the couch, her shirt riding up from all the twisting she was doing, the top button of her pants ripped off. “Please.” The begging coming from Lila’s lips made my dick weep. “It hurts…”

Rainor?I asked, getting down on my knees before my mate.

Touch her, be gentle, give easy strokes and watch her reaction. Reward her with more when she shows you what she likes.

Instincts told me to bury my face in her flesh, but I held back. While I enjoyed females and pleasure, years of denying myself satisfaction, unless a worthy female was in heat, had proven to be troublesome. Sex was a job.

Explore her. Weylin’s voice was a breathless whisper. I could hear exactly what he was doing through his thoughts. I glanced up to where I knew the camera would be, where I knew they both would be watching.

I reached out a hand, trailing it along the sweat-coated skin of Lila’s stomach. She rolled into me, moaning. She enjoyed my touch, so I rewarded her with more. Her blue eyes locked onto mine as I kneaded the soft, fevered skin, moving along to her hips.

“Please.” Her voice was a whisper, her eyes begged, her tongue darted out, licking her lips. I bent down, capturing that tongue with my lips, sucking on it. I got up, briefly breaking our contact, so I could pull her pants away and take off my suit jacket, tossing it onto the back of the couch. Then I was right back to her.

Resting one knee on the couch between her legs, I held myself up with one hand while my other continued to map her, feel her, memorize her. I was overcome with the need to findeach tantalizing section of skin that made her moan and writhe under my touch.

I kneaded her skin as I moved my hand lower and lower still, my fingers and palm massaging her inner thigh while my thumb pressed against her nub. She quivered, trying to move down the couch, searching for more pressure. I gave it to her.

Lila slipped her hands up and around my neck, pulling me down to her lips once more. I kept moving my thumb, teasing, circulating, slipping in and out, all the while my fingers pressing and releasing, moving their way to her ass.

She threw her head back with a gasp. “More.”

In a swift movement, I had her up in my arms before setting her on my lap, facing outward. I released the button and zipper of my pants, so they wouldn’t dig into her, but left my briefs on. This was about getting her through the wave, not breeding her…for now.

I pulled her close to me, my cock stiff as it fit perfectly between her ass cheeks. I glanced up at the camera briefly, knowing we had an audience. Then I turned my attention back to the mate writhing on top of me.

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