Page 79 of Taken By the Alpha Priest

“Please,” I whine. “Just fuck me…I’m so fucking horny.”

“It’s the waxing moon,” he says. “Next week I’ll be in rut…and you can sense it.”

He drags his tongue up my folds and I let out a cry, tangling my fingers in his hair. When I look back down at him, the salt and pepper curls are all mussed up, his beard wet with my arousal. I watch him from up on my elbows as he meets my eyes with chocolate irises, two fingers circling my entrance as his thumb brushes my clit.

“Why can’t you just…ah…” I groan as he presses those fingers inside.

“Because I have to get you ready for my knot,” he murmurs. He pumps his fingers in and out of me, curving the digits to find my g-spot. I don’t know how he fucking does this when he hasn’t slept with anyone in twenty years; he finds all the spots that make me tick like he’s been doing it all his life. “You’re slick, but not quite wet enough…not relaxed enough. Open your thighs for me.”

I spread my thighs open as wide as they’ll go, letting my knees sink to the mattress. My muscles are like butter, melting under him. He inserts another finger and chuckles. “Good girl,” he growls.

The ache in my inner walls starts to ebb only with three fingers inside me, stretching me out and filling me out. But he’s not deep enough, not thick enough, no matter how big his hands are. I groan and buck my hips against him, urging him closer, deeper, and Reyes rumbles low in his chest again. I don’t know how, but the sound somehow settles me at the same time that it makes me want him more.

Wolf stuff again, I guess.

“I need you wetter,” he murmurs. “Sweet like blackberries…”

He lowers his mouth to me again and latches onto my clit, his tongue sweeping across it over and over again. My thighs fall open for him completely, my heart pounding, a strangled cry in my throat. I’m still dressed, he’s still dressed, I need him naked and inside me right fucking now, I?—

I come against his mouth and fingers, rolling my hips almost violently, points of sensation erupting where he’s left his marks. He doesn’t let up, forcing my climax to keep going and going, and I can feel myself melting, pulsing. He licks around my entrance and plunges his tongue inside, curling it just right.

“Fuck, fuck!” I scream. I don’t care who hears; apparently Reyes doesn’t care either. And I’mthe Prime’s mate, so I shouldn’t care.

Let them know. Let them hear what he does to me.

I grasp his hair and drag him up to me, kissing him hard and tasting myself on his lips. Reyes doesn’t hold to ceremony, reaching for the neck of my dress and pulling it right off over my head. A couple of the delicate buttons snap and shoot across the room. I feel a pang of guilt over messing up Peaches’ dress, but my mate is already pinning me to the bed, sucking on each of my pebbled nipples, returning to his bite to lick at it with a kind of care that seems out of character for the huge, looming wolf. His eyes flash opalescent with a kind of primal desire, and I answer him with a wolfish smile.

“Take off your clothes,” I command.

Reyes does as he’s told without question, though I don’t know if it’s because I gave the order or because he wants to. He pulls his shirt off over his head to reveal rippling bronze muscles covered in a thin sheen of sweat, then pulls his pants off in one fluid motion to join me again on the bed. I lick up his pec and over his collarbone, tasting salt and red wine and smoke.

I need more, more, more.

He covers my mouth in a bruising kiss, lining his cock up with my entrance. I’m getting used to the heft of it now after all the times we’ve fucked in the past forty-eight hours, and I’m eager to have his length inside me. I reach for that big cock, wrapping my fingers around his shaft and feeling his knot already swollen to its full girth.

“Do you feel how wet I am for you?” I ask, running his head through the slickness between my thighs. He holds himself up on one muscular arm, glowing gold above me. “I need you so bad.”

He gazes down at me, looking more and more like a wolf. His eyes flash like opals now, his teeth sharp, his tongue flicking out as he stares at the bite mark he left on my breast. I can feel his claws as they run along my cheek, sharp enough to cut, but delicate enough not to.

“Mine,” he growls. He pushes the head of his cock inside me and I moan, arching my back to take him deeper. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I reply.

I wrap my legs around his hips as he pins my wrists to the bed, holding himself over me and driving in ever so slowly. I feel half of that length inside…then all of it, his knot pressing against my opening.

I roll my hips to urge him on, begging him for the pressure of his knot, that deep sensation of being filled. I know I’m ready for it, my nipples pebbled as his hairy chest brushes against my breasts, my whole body aching for him.

Reyes seems to come to his senses—at least a little—as he pushes himself as far as he can go. “I think you’re ready,” he murmurs. My wrists are still pinned over my head, Reyes’ voice rough around his sharp teeth. “God, you’re beautiful.”

I know he wouldn’t take the lord’s name in vain.

He absolutely means it.

“Yes,” I say. “Please…knot me.”

I phrase it as a request, not a command. Reyes finally indulges me, nodding, then rocking his hips against me to let me feel just how thick it is. I brace myself, anticipating pain.

There isn’t any.

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