Page 98 of Wrath

He slid the dark fabric over his shoulders and allowed it to fall to the ground at his feet. His large chest heaved with each breath as I greedily lapped up the sight before me.

“Now the pants,” I murmured, feeling my pussy throb around nothing but air.

The hard pebbles of my nipples scraped against the fabric of my bra.

Devlin hurriedly brought his hands to the button of his jeans and flicked it open. He slid the denim down his strong, muscular legs, bending slightly, before kicking them aside. He wore only a pair of tight boxer briefs that left very little to the imagination. I could see the outline of his cock through the material, long and hard and ready for me.

I waved a hand in the air with a grunt of irritation. “Underwear. Now.”

He slid it down as well and kicked it aside, stilling in front of me and awaiting further instruction.

A rush of heat burst through me.

“Fuck, I love your cock, Devlin,” I praised, eyeing the beast before me.

It wasn’t as large as Lupe’s—I didn’t think anyone had a cock like my bear shifter—but it was thick and long and a tawny gold color. A blue vein ran up the length of it, desperate for my tongue.

“You’re so hard for me, aren’t you? So ready to sink into my pussy.”

He swallowed, opened his mouth, and then immediately snapped it shut. He seemed to be at a loss for words.

I loved this dynamic between us—these brief moments when Devlin willingly gave up his ironclad control and allowed me to love him the way I did. I imagined he wouldn’t do this with just anyone, only someone he trusted irrevocably. And I wanted to be worthy of that trust. He was handing me the leash, and I would use it to bring him nothing but pleasure.

“Crawl to me, pet,” I murmured silkily, my eyes hooded.

Devlin immediately dropped to his hands and knees, breached the short distance between us, and stopped when he was directly between my legs.

He reached upwards to touch my thighs, but I slapped his hand away with an admonished, “Not yet.”

“Z, please,” he whispered, a note of pleading in his voice.

Idid that to him.

I caused a man as proud and impenetrable as Devlin to plead for me.

To drop to his knees before me, like a servant worshipping his queen.

Never taking my eyes off of his, I removed my shirt and tossed it aside. His eyes hungrily devoured my bared flesh, his hands twitching by his sides.

But he didn’t touch me.

I reached for the clasp of my bra and unhooked it, using one hand to secure it to my chest as the straps slid down my arms.

“Z…” He was begging again. Begging for me.

I tsked my tongue disapprovingly.

“Good things come to boys who wait.” I waited a few seconds, letting him sweat, before finally removing my bra completely.

Some of my mates had a thing for my ass; others preferred my tits. Devlin? He definitely fell in the latter category. He looked as if he was seconds away from diving at me and devouring what was his.

Keeping my eyes glued to his, I dragged my fingernails down the center of my chest, all the way to my belly button. I tantalizingly brought them back up and then circled first one nipple then the other, watching the tight buds stand at attention.

“Z.” This time, his voice was a guttural growl, his gaze fixated on my fingers as they teased and flicked at my nipples.

I ignored him and threw my head back, moaning.

“Fuck, this feels good.” I twisted one nipple while pulling at the other.

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