Page 136 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

“It’s been too long since I’ve felt your mouth on my skin. I miss it. That’s how you can make it up to me.”

His eyes went dark. “You want me to eat you out, Gorgeous?”

“Hell yes.”

He sat up slowly, careful not to stretch the bandages too much. He was probably already healed enough not to need them, but it was better to be safe. “You’ll have to help. My artist doesn’t want me moving too much.”

“That’s fair.”

“Take your shirt off.” He didn’t beat around the bush—and I loved that.

I tugged it over my head and tossed it to the floor, exposing my simple black bralette.

“The bra too.” He nodded toward it.

His erection was already tenting the front of the gray sweats he had on. That made me warm.

I unbuckled it and dropped it next to my shirt.

“Cup them.” His gaze was on my tits, and it was hot.

I did as he’d instructed, dragging my thumbs over my nipples to make them stiff for him.

He rumbled in satisfaction. “Good girl.”

He stood, catching my hips in his hands and walking me backward until I met the wall.

Clay lowered his lips to my ear. “Do you know what I want to do to you, Gorgeous?”

I nearly shuddered at the tone of his voice. “What?”

“Tie you to the bed and spend the rest of the night with my mouth on your pretty little cunt. Watch you get off over and over until you beg me to give you a break. Fill you with my cock until you forget anyone and everyone else you’ve ever been with.”

His teeth caught my earlobe, and Ididshudder as he tugged lightly on my piercings.

“But I’m not going to do that,” he said.

Why notwas on the tip of my tongue, but he gave me the answer before I asked.

“Because I need you well-rested for tomorrow night. I’m going to fuck you longer and harder than you’ve ever been fucked before, and you’re going to take my knot like a good little mate.” He released my earlobe and sucked lightly on my throat.

“That’s not a good enough reason to get me worked up like this without giving me what I want, Savage,” I breathed. “I can handle both.”

He chuckled. “Gorgeous, when have I ever left you wanting?”

Never.

I must’ve said the word aloud, because he rumbled in agreement.

And finally slid the waistband of my leggings down my thighs.

His nostrils flared, and I knew he was smelling my arousal.

He peeled the fabric down my legs, sinking to his knees as he did.

My gaze followed him down.

I didn’t think any man had ever kneeled in front of me like that before.

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