Page 94 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

There weren’t many left.

My entire body clenched as he reached my lower back, then stopped.

He lifted his hands to my shoulders, and I groaned as his strong thumbs pressed into my tight muscles.

“Is this where you need me or are you tense somewhere else?” His voice was low.

Gravelly.

Sexy.

Part of me wanted to tell him to fuck me already… but the other part wanted to play along.

“Try going a little lower,” I whispered.

“Like this?” He moved his hands, and my body arched as he worked my back perfectly.

“Lower,” I repeated.

He did the same.

“Lower.”

His fingers pressed into the sides of my breasts as he massaged me.

The game continued until he was kneading my ass slowly, making me feel so good that I didn’t even have the words to describe it.

“Lower?” he asked me, and I moaned a yes.

He parted my legs wider, and his thumb dragged over my back entrance.

I swore, jerking my hips, and he chuckled. His finger slid through my slickness, and he dragged it over my back entrance again, just to make me curse and buck.

“Savage,” I warned, and he finally gave me what I wanted.

His hand finally brushed my clit, and I cried out.

He filled me with three of his fingers, and I gasped out another curse.

Clay worked my clit slowly until I was groaning through my climax, tightening around his fingers. He growled as I came, and as soon as my climax ended, he lifted me onto my hands and knees.

When I felt the head of his cock against my slit, I moaned again.

“This tight little body belongs to me, gorgeous. You understand?” Clay growled, his hands on my ass and the head of his cock still just outside me.

I made a noise of agreement.

“If anyone else ever touches you again, they die. Brutally.”

The growl in his voice told me the wolf was with us.

My lips parted as he spread my cheeks and fingered my asshole.

He might not have been a manwhore, but apparently he was kinky.

I was here for it.

And fuck, I wanted to know how far he’d go.

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