Page 111 of The Wolf King's Mate

Rougher, too.

My face twisted as he fucked me with his tongue, taking more of my weight until I was choking back a cry of pleasure as I came on his mouth.

As my high faded, reality set back in.

We were still in the bathroom.

In a bar.

In public.

With people knowing we were in there together, and probably listening very closely to us.

“You like the tattoos?” I managed, pushing his face away from my core. He was licking me clean, taking every drop of my desire, and making me wet again as he did.

“I do. I like them even more now that you smell like me.” He let me pull my leg off of his shoulder and take one shaky step back—but then he was standing in front of me.

Walking me backward, until my bare ass met the wall.

Gross.

“We’re in a bathroom, Enzo,” I said, as he slipped his hand between my thighs.

He captured my lips, and my toes curled at the taste of him mixed with the taste of me.

He’d never kissed me before, but his mouth was perfect.

I pulled back anyway. “There are people outside, listening to us.”

He recaptured my mouth.

I let him kiss me for a moment, barely suppressing a moan when he rolled his thumb over my clit just right.

Then I pulled away again, breathing a little harder.

“They’re going to watch us when we leave. They’re going to smell us. We can’t do this here.”

His lips brushed my ear.

I squeezed my thighs together when he dragged his teeth lightly over my lobe, catching on the piercings there. “I’m the king,Princess. I can do whatever the fuck I want. And right now, that’s you.”

Oh.

Wow.

Shit.

He kissed me again, harder, and I put a hand to his face and literally pushed his forehead away from mine.

His eyes narrowed at me.

“I haven’t heard a word from you in days, Enzo. You don’t get to show up, scare my friend off, and fuck me in a bar bathroom. You’re the king, but if you want me to be yourqueen, this shit will not fly.”

I should’ve stopped him sooner, but hey, better late than never.

He blinked.

I waited.

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