Page 33 of Kidnapped By the Wolf

“Oh . . . oh . . .”

I feel her walls clench around me and know she’s about to come apart. But then she turns to bury her face in the pillow, and my animal growls in protest.

The alpha in me won’t stand for my mate to make herself small and meek. I want to hear the scream I pull from those lips as she comes all over my face.

Gently withdrawing my fingers, I lick her juices from them one by one as I watch her confusion morph into annoyance. Those gorgeous breasts jiggle as she props herself up, flushed and a little angry.

“Don’t stop,” she huffs.

“I want to hear you,” I growl, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. “I want to hear every sexy little noise you make when I lick your pussy.”

She rolls her eyes. “Are youthatfull of yourself?”

“Yes,” I say, not bothering to hide the wicked grin spreading across my face.

“Fucking alphas,” she huffs. “I’m not going to scream your name or anything.”

A shiver of delight rolls through me at her words. Maybe it makes me a bit of a masochist, but I fucking love that my girl is feisty. “Is that a challenge?”

She lifts her shoulders in a blasé shrug, but her pussy is still wet and needy.

She wants this as much as I do.

Snaking my arms under her legs, I grip her thighs and pull her toward me. I bury my face in her delicious cunt, lapping and sucking at her clit and dragging my stubble along her sensitive flesh.

Cassie moans and arches back, and I slip two fingers inside her. Kneading her breast with my free hand, I set a rhythm that has her grinding down on my face, covering me with her juices.

Soon, Cassie is panting and squirming, her walls squeezing around me and driving my wolf into a frenzy.

Once I have her at the edge of her orgasm, I slow my pace, and my mate lets out a growl of frustration. I grin against her dripping-wet folds, and my strokes become languid.

I’m giving her just enough to stay agonizingly close, but not enough to topple over the edge.

The moment I feel her muscles relax, I start again, curling my fingers toward her navel and hitting that spot that will make her pleasure unbearable.

Cassie lets out a whimper and digs her nails into my shoulders. My wolf chuffs in satisfaction. He wants her to give us her mark as much as he wants to mark her.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, rewarding her with one long, slow lick. “Just let go.”

Cassie trembles, and I stroke her G-spot again as I circle her clit with my thumb.

Her next whimper is even louder, and I begin to work my thumb faster as I pump in and out of her.

Another growl, and then, “Don’t stop.”

I answer by sliding my free hand along her belly in a tender caress.

I don’t intend to stopever— not as long as Cassie wants me. I’d be content to spend the next twenty, thirty, fifty years right here between her legs.

To prove my point, I cover that tender bundle of nerves with my mouth and give her the lightest nip.

Cassie lets out a shaky moan, and I know she can’t take much more. Hell,Ican’t take much more of this. The ache in my balls is borderline unbearable.

“Please,” she whispers.

Inside, my wolf preens. I reward Cassie by thrusting into her harder, moving my tongue faster as she chases the friction.

Her sounds become louder, less restrained, and I feel my alpha ego slip beneath the waves of raw sensation and need.

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