Page 84 of The Wolf King's Mate

“Oh, yeah,” I breathed.

“You’re slick for me.”

“It’s just preheat.”

“Sure, Princess.”

“You’ve got to stop calling me that. I don’t have a crown.”

“Maybe I’ll get you one. Tattoo it on my throat, like the marking my wolf gave you.”

“Don’t even think about ruining that gorgeous throat with a crown tattoo.”

He chuckled, low. “Yes, Alpha.”

“I’m not—” I cried out, hips arching desperately. “Harder.”

He pressed harder, still doing those same slow strokes, and I finally came with a soft, desperate cry.

My hand held Enzo’s in place as the pleasure rolled from my head to my toes. My gaze was locked with his through my climax, and as I came down from the high. My toes uncurled, but I was out of breath.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

His eyes flashed. “Don’t apologize. This is what I thought heat was going to be. Taking care of you. Watching you come over and over. Having you on my mouth before we screwed.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,oh. I fucking love this. Take back your apology.”

“I’m… not sorry.”

“What are you not sorry for?”

If my face wasn’t already flushed, it would’ve burned.

But it was already burning.

“Making you touch me,” I said.

He lifted an eyebrow.

“Making you help me take off my clothes.”

His eyebrow lifted higher.

“Making you watch me.”

He leaned closer. “No.”

“No?”

“No. You’re not sorry for letting me get you off.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, she says,” he growled under his breath. “Take your thong off.”

My eyebrows shot upward. “What?”

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