Page 49 of Reign of the Beast

Her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving.

I heard her heart thumping wildly.

I could smell her arousal.

Fuck me.

She reached out hesitantly and stroked my bicep, hereyes burning into mine. “And me?” she rasped. “What will I do?”

I pushed into her, sucking in a breath as I felt her breasts against my chest. “You’ll take me like a good girl, then I’ll open my wrist and you’ll lick the wound nice and slow, accepting my claim, accepting us.”

Her hand moved up to my chest, sweeping across my pecs, trailing down to my abs.

I watched her taking her time, sensing her nerves, as she tried to push herself out of her comfort zone.

I clenched my fist down at my side, trying to hold back my animal instincts.

She was different, not like the wolves I was used to screwing. Nah, I had to hold off, take it easy, let her lead.

For now.

“I don’t think I’m ready for the claiming rites,” she murmured, her hand stilling.

Inwardly, the wolf whined in pain.

Being denied what it wanted so bad hurt it deep.

But the man knew better though.

Things with non-wolves were way more complicated than just giving into animal passion and instinct.

I teased the belt of her robe. “Whatareyou ready for, princess?”

She fondled the waistband of my boxers. “I think… I…”

She was way sweeter than I’d realized when we’d first met. When it came to sex, she was so unsure of herself, so uneasy, so much so that she’d only been with one guy in her long lifetime.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You want to know what it’s like to be fucked by me, yeah?”

She nodded against my shoulder.

“Say it,” I pressed.

“Yes,” she uttered. “I want you.”

Satisfaction coursed through me.

“Good girl,” I whispered, nipping her ear, making her tremble.

I reached into her robe and slid my hand up her left thigh.

She gasped and grabbed at my arms.

I skated higher, loving the feel of her silky skin beneath my fingers.

I took in the scar Ryker had told me about, etched into her side, an angry and jagged four-inch line much like a bolt of lightning. I brushed over it lightly, then continued my exploration.

I could smell how ready she was before I cupped her pussy.

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