Page 28 of Wanderlust With Wolves

I feel his tongue.

A slick, hot stroke between my thighs, a devastating lap of his muzzle against the need pooling between my legs.

A shock of pleasure rockets through me, and my head tips back, a broken moan spilling from my lips.

He growls in satisfaction, lapping at me like he’s starving, his hands holding my hips open, his claws pressing into the soft flesh of my thighs as he devours me.

I writhe, my wrists straining against the ribbons, my legs weakening, my whole body a tight coil of sensation?—

And then?—

I shatter.

I cry out, my release crashing through me, my thighs clamping around his face, my body trembling as he groans against my core, drinking in every last drop.

He doesn’t let me go.

Doesn’t stop.

His growl is low, urging, filthy.

“That’s it. Soak me, little red. Let me taste all of you.”

I shudder, wrecked, my knees giving out?—

And he catches me before I can collapse.

I barely registerthe moment he lifts me into his arms, ribbons still tangled around my wrists, my legs draped over his powerful hold.

I am boneless, my body limp and trembling as he takes a step back.

Then another.

Then leaps.

I let out a small, startled sound, but he’s sure-footed, bounding up onto tree limbs, moving effortlessly through the forest, holding me close and tight as he carries me deeper into the Wild.

The night air rushes past us, crisp and cold, but I am warm in his arms, wrapped in his scent, covered in his claim.

We land softly, and I blearily blink up at a cabin I’ve never seen before, nestled deep in the woods.

His.

This is his den.

Ronan breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling beneath me, his grip gentle but firm.

He shifts, setting me down but keeping me caged, his eyes searching mine, something dangerous and tender flickering in the firelit depths.

“If we do this,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse, “we do it right.”

I swallow, my pulse thrumming, my body still burning for him.

“We don’t have to,” he continues, jaw tight, like the words physically pain him.

Like he’s forcing himself to give me an out.

I blink up at him, my chest rising and falling, the weight of his words settling in my bones.

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