Page 118 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

“Of course I do.”

He growled. “I want to be the one to use it on you.”

“Kinda hard to do that with the way you ditched me. I shouldn’t even be talking to you right now,” I said, as I reached into my nightstand and pulled out the vibrator.

“You shouldn’t,” he agreed, but his gaze was hungry. “Do you have it? I want to see.”

“No. If you want to see the goods, you have to be next to me.”

He clenched his jaw, watching my face and shoulders intently as I parted my legs and put the vibrator where I wanted it.

“Alright. What did you picture? I want you to jerk off with me.” The man clearly needed it.

I heard the rustle of fabric, and then Clay’s eyes closed.

I knew that face. He must’ve wrapped his hand around his cock.

“Are you hard for me yet, Savage?”

“Rock hard. Just thinking about you being naked makes me want to come.”

“Good. Tell me the fantasy.”

Clay’s gaze remained fixed on me. “We were at your house. In your bed. You were letting me play with your vibrator, and I was teasing you. I used it on your tits. Your neck. Your thighs. When I used it on your asshole, you came for me.”

I shivered, starting it up.

His jaw clenched, and I could tell he was stroking himself.

“When I went back to teasing you with it, you told me you wanted me inside you while I used it on your ass. I took you slowly. Inch by inch. You came twice before I was even fullyseated. When I started fucking you, you came so hard you screamed.”

I moaned.

Clay’s eyes grew wilder, his breathing rougher. “Tell me you’d never let me take you like that, Gorgeous.”

“You know I’m not going to tell you that. You tease my asshole every time we fuck lately. I’ve known you’re interested in it for ages. And I love everything you do to me.”

“Fuck!” Clay roared the curse, and his face contorted with his release.

I dropped the phone and stifled my cries with my hand, hips jerking and body throbbing with my climax.

The pleasure was nice, but nowhere near as intense as it was with Clay.

He snarled at me while I came, and I knew it was because I’d moved the phone. He couldn’t see my face, but I had to quiet myself.

“That climax was mine to see, Nova,” Clay growled at me, on his feet now and pacing in his cabin. His hair was messier, his bloodshot eyes redder.

“Olive is in the other room. I had to put the phone down so I could stay quiet,” I panted. “If you want to see me, you should be here.”

“If there was any way I could, I would be.”

“It’s late, Clay. I’m going to bed. You should too.”

“No, Nova, I?—”

“Goodnight.”

“Please.” The word was a desperate plea.

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