Page 52 of Bait Wolf
“Are you sure?” I asked, more surprised than anything.
He nodded and pressed a kiss to the corner of my lips.
“I want you to be comfortable.”
I followed Coal up the sweeping staircase, down the long hall and through the bedroom door. We didn’t speak, and even though Coal’s hands never left me—touching my arms, my back, the nape of my neck—I worried that I had ruined the moment. I was still so turned on though. My cock practically ached, my body clenching, wishing to be filled.
I’d fucked alphas all the time before, but aside from my heat, it was always for money, never for my own pleasure. Sometimes, I could barely even get wet for them. But when Coal closed the door behind us, sealing us in darkness, and immediately engulfed me in his arms, I nearly wept with relief.
Coal was still hard for me. I could barely wait to have him inside of me again.
I wanted it so bad. I needed it. It was more than that too. Coal was my mate. Even if I was starting to think being together was a mistake. That I shouldn’t stay with him. Why the hell shouldn’t I answer my baser needs while I was here? Why shouldn’t I get some modicum of pleasure inserted into my otherwise unpleasant life?
I clung to Coal, rutting against him, desperate for some relief as we clutched each other, kissing and touching.
With a groan, Coal turned me, so my back was toward him. I arched back, pressing his meaty cock between my cheeks and gasping at the spark of pleasure there.
Coal groaned, then reached down, shoving my pants off my hips. They fell to the floor, exposing me to the cool air as he pressed his cock tightly to my crease again, this time with nothing between us. He started rocking against me until I was gasping with each rub of slippery sensation, desperate for more but unable to stop meeting his movements with my own.
“You’re so wet,” he moaned and then, still inserted cozily where he was, he steered me toward the bed. Instead of climbing onto it though, he pushed me gently forward, going so far as to steer my hands into a comfortable position on the soft duvet as though I was some precious, breakable thing.
“You don’t have to be so careful,” I laughed breathlessly. “It’s not like I’ve never been fucked before today.”
I regretted it the moment the words left my mouth. Coal’s entire body seemed to harden—and not in the good way.
Fury.
I could feel it pushing off him in waves, his delicious, inviting scent turning hard and bitter.
He bent his head down slowly, lips brushing my ear.
“Don’t talk about getting fuckedby others. Don’tthinkabout getting fucked by others. Not while you’re here with me.Please.”
His grip was harder, but not hard enough to hurt. His voice was strained with the effort of holding in his anger andsadness, I realized.
I nodded, guilt filling me.
God, what was wrong with me? Talking about getting it from other alphas to the one who wanted me for good. It was downright mean, and Coal didn’t deserve it. He was gentler and more caring than I had thought a fight wolf could ever be. He was better than any alpha I had ever allowed myself to dream about.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, and Coal seemed to melt a little, a sigh leaving his lips.
“We’ll talk about it later,” he said. He touched my chin, tilting my face to give me a deep, sweet kiss that quickly turned filthy. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, bit my lips and then started kissing down my jaw, the back of my neck. When he got to the scent gland there, he paused, nuzzling it and moaning.
“So good,” he groaned. “You smell so fucking good.”
My fingernails dug into the fabric beneath me. I returned the sentiment. Coal smelled divine, like the way the sun felt on a warm day at the beach. It went through my skin and lifted me up from the inside. It was better than any high I had ever experienced.
I arched back, desperate for more, and Coal pushed my loose shirt up. This time I managed to push the worried thoughts away and allow my alpha to undress me. The room was dark enough that it didn’t matter, but when Coal pulled back, removing his own shirt, I felt a stirring of regret.
By insisting on the darkness, I was missing out on seeing Coal in all his glory.
I could still feel him though, the brush of hair on his chest when he settled back over me, his soft skin and long, thick shaft, wet from our combined desire.
I fell into the sensations, less person than pleasure as Coal worked his way down my body, finding sensitive spots with his fingers and his lips.
When he reached my ass, he bit and massaged the cheeks before licking a stripe down the center, moaning at the way it clenched against his tongue.
I groaned, the ring of my muscles contracting as Coal slid his tongue inside. I wanted to be filled so badly that I could barely stand it.
