Page 20 of Vicious Wolf Mate

“Tits.” Mckenna’s smile is intoxicating, but I manage to focus enough to pull out of her. I position myself over her and start stroking my cock. She squeezes her tits together, giving me a perfect target.

I cum. I explode, with most of the cum coating her tits. Some of it shoots too far and hits her face. She gives a surprised laugh in response.

Once I’m out of cum to paint her tits with, I climb off the bed and grab a towel Natalie left for us in the room. I turn around to toss it to her but she is already using her finger to wipe the cum off her face. She then sticks the finger in her mouth.

“Do you even want this?” I say with a laugh.

“Oh,” Mckenna looks embarrassed. “Yes please.” I toss her the towel and she cleans up her chest, and ass from earlier.

After we’re both cleaned, we climb back into bed. She scoots her body next to mine and we spoon. As her scent once again enters my nose, part of me wants to go for round three with her. Unfortunately, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, and we need all the rest we can get.

14

MCKENNA

It’s around 3 am when I wake up. Mace still sleeps soundly next to me. The bedsheets are a mess around us. Damp, wrinkled, and some on the floor.

There’s still sweat going down my chest and forehead. Mace’s hand marks are still fresh on my legs and God knows where else. I stupidly feel my neck to see if I can sense some hickeys.

I sit up, the pillow sticking to my back. The bed’s a thousand degrees too hot. The strains of hair on my nape are still wet. How disgusting.

I look over at Mace. He sleeps with his back turned towards me. I left quite defining scratches from his shoulders to his lower back. Both of our hair looks like a bird’s nest from all the pulling and moving we did.

Fuck. What the hell did I just do, sleeping with Mace? This was a terrible idea. Feelings can’t get involved or we’re never going to this mission to save Gnash off.

I bury my face in my hands, hoping to hide from my shame. I seriously had no idea I had it in me. Sleeping with the man that kidnapped me? This is some Stockholm syndrome shit.

Mace shifts in his sleep. I freeze for a moment, waiting for him to wake up. My heart pounds fast, as if I’m nervous. I don’t know why since we just fucked.

He turns on his side and continues to lightly snore. I breathe out in relief that I won’t have to face him. Then I realize he’s still naked under the sheets, just like I am.

“Where the hell are my clothes?” I mutter.

They’re all over the room. I put each clothing item one by one as I find them. When I do, I check my body parts for any more “marks”. There’s a bite mark on my left thigh and scratches on my hips.

I sigh quietly. After putting on the last of my clothes, I tiptoe out of the room. I don’t bother turning on the hallway lights. Mace can wake up from the brightness.

I go to the kitchen for a glass of water. Something cold and refreshing will clear my head. I don’t want what I just did with him to mess anything up. Since I can’t go back in time I’ll pretend it never happened.

I don’t think I’ll even mention it to Mace. Guys are like that, right? They like a one night stand that just functions as one. It’s “easier” for them to have their cake and eat it.

The whole house is dark. Not even the light from the stove’s is on night mode. The moonlight coming from the skylight helps me find the glass rack. As soon as my glass is filled with water, I chug it.

I fill it again. The noise from the water jet fills the kitchen. As it does its job, I hear muffling noises in between. I turn it off.

Nothing. Silence and the crickets. I shake my head. I’m already going crazy because of my shit decisions.

I chug the glass and fill it again. The noises start like they did. I turn off the faucet and concentrate on the noise. Someone’s talking.

I walk closer to the noise. It’s coming from around the corner, down another hallway next to the entrance. As I get closer, it becomes clear that it’s Natalie talking on the phone. She still wears the clothes from a few hours ago.

Maybe she has a secret boyfriend. Jax did say she’soneof his fuck buddies. It’s understandable she wants something more than that. Especially if said buddy is a paranoid dumbass that has personality issues.

I turn around to get another glass of water. Natalie’s still within my earshot. I stop in my tracks when I hear the next words coming out of her mouth.

“I have both of the shifters here, yes. Yes, the ones you wanted, and there’s also a girl. I think her last name is Grayson.”

That bitch.

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