Page 12 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

But that didn’t make it sound any less appealing. Anything was cozier than the tiny, top-floor apartment I’d been forced into, with a dozen security cameras facing the door.

“Okay.” I started to ease myself off Clay’s lap, but the hand he’d had in my hair went to my waist instead, pulling me down hard against him. His other hand was still in my pants, his fingers pressed exactly where I wanted them.

“Stay here.” Clay’s words were low. He wasn’t leaving room for argument.

And I didn’t want to argue.

He put the car in drive again, and slowly started down the dirt road once more. We’d been stopped in the middle of it, but we were on the outskirts of Stray. There probably wasn’t another vehicle within an hour of us.

The car bounced lightly over the rocks and potholes, and I bit my cheek to stop myself from moaning at the friction. Need slowlyswelled in my abdomen again. The pain wouldn’t truly end until heat was over, and that couldn’t happen through fingering.

He would have to knot me.

There was no other way.

And in the moment, I didn’t want another way.

“Tell methisis as bad as it gets, Gorgeous.”

His cock was throbbing against my inner thigh. He hadn’t gotten off yet, so the rut would be riding him hard.

“This is still just the beginning, Savage.” My hands compulsively went down to the bottom hem of his shirt, my fingers slipping beneath it. “Can I…”

“Yes.”

I unbuttoned his shirt with unsteady hands and worked it over his thick shoulders. He helped me tug it free, and my hands went down to the button of his jeans, trapped between us. “Do you care if I?—“

“You’re not a woman who asks permission, Nova. Stop asking.”

Heat flooded me.

He growled when my core grew wetter, and he dragged his fingers over the slick, swollen skin. “You feel just as good as you smell. Bet you taste even better.”

I unbuttoned his jeans and ran a hand over the front of his boxer-briefs. His erection strained the fabric, and felt amazing beneath my hand. “You’re huge.”

“Proportionally large.”

“Unlike my tits.”

He barked out a laugh. “You’re tiny, so they’re proportionally small.”

“That doesn’t sound like a compliment.”

He parked the car again and put a hand on my abdomen, using it to ease me away from his chest.

I thought he was pushing me away, until he captured one of my nipples in his mouth.

He gripped the other in his hand, and kissed them both slowly, but roughly. With his tongue and teeth too. He wasn’t just licking or tasting them—he was making love to them.

Heat’s haze made me focus entirely on the moment. The way he touched me and kissed me. The throb of his cock against my hand, and the feel of his fingers between my thighs.

I came again quickly, gasping through the orgasm.

It seemed to take him a lot of effort to finally release my tits, but when he did, he shut the car off and threw the door open. His hand gripped my core as he hauled me out, and I held onto his shoulders to keep myself upright.

“Is there any way we get out of this without going all the way?” he asked, his breathing ragged as he typed a code into a large, modern door that I could see the far side of. I was facing away from the front of the house, but I assumed it was a monstrosity. His brother’s definitely was.

My stomach tightened with discomfort, though my desire didn’t fade. And wouldn’t. Not until heat was over.

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