Page 34 of Wolf's Claimed Mate
Nerves ran through me. I’d fooled around with Jackson, with a couple other men since, but I’d never done more than over-the-clothing fondling or orgasming by grinding my clothed sex over their concealed cocks.
Conall was hard against my hip, his erection trapped between us. The base nestled right between my legs, the gap almost made to accommodate him taking up that space.
“I want to ruin you,” he groaned, biting my cheek, kissing down the side of my face, wet and messy, and I fell into it, loved the heat and the passion, and how the force of his kisses made me forget about my nerves. I would not have sex for the first time here, but I neededsomething.
“Do it,” I whispered.
Conall growled, slipping two fingers into my mouth, letting me suck on them, and I was secretly glad. I didn’t trust myself not to say anything humiliating. I viciously bit and suckled his fingers as he kissed his way down my body. Everything was quick, harsh, pure instinct. His teeth closed around my peaked nipple, sucking hard, shallowly seeking friction for his cock against the dip of my hip. I moaned as his fingers pushed on my tongue, parting in my mouth.
He rocked against me, pushing my body up and down with his rhythm, as he dragged his fingers out of my mouth, pressing his palm to the base of my throat. I swallowed, my hips lifting to seek friction.
What would a collar feel like? I wondered to myself.
“You said you were nobody’s property,” Conall hissed, kneeling up over me, his hand reaching out to grab my breasts. They were smaller than the wolf females I’d seen, but I didn’t have a chance to feel self-conscious. Conall lifted a hand and slapped my nipple, a quick whip of movement that had me crying out. “But you sure look ready to be mine.”
His eyes fell onto the heat between my legs, aroused, and I could only hope the river had soaked me enough that my wet arousal might blend as that.
But it was his cock that my eyes fell on. He was a god kneeling over me, and I couldn’t help but scrabble onto my hands and knees. Finally, as I’d wanted to, I let my nails settleagainst his chest, and light clawed my way down his chest, leaving pink marks in my wake. Conall’s breath hitched, and I smiled. Again, I scratched down his body, making sure to catch his nipple. He hissed, sensitive.
His cock twitched, the length and girth impressively big. My throat dried, and all my bravado from a moment ago was gone.
I swallowed.
Conall grasped the base of his cock. “Scared, kitty?”
“No,” I murmured.Yes.
“Do you want it?”
I wanted to tease, to play hard to get. I wanted to say no, and giggle, and see if he’d snap again. But I was too eager and parted my lips, letting my tongue push out, waiting.
“I want to hear you say it,” he told me, dominance taking over. All wolves loved that, I’d learned, but there was something different about the way Conall spoke to me. He didn’t speak in closed-off, sharp ways. It was a softer sort of aggression and dominance. As if he was aware that I could pull away at any minute like last time.
“I want—” I hesitated, embarrassed. “I want your cock.”
“Where do you want it, kitty?”
Arousal hotly ran through me. I wriggled from where I sat back on my heels now. I opened my mouth wider.
“Words, Sasha,” he told me. “I want yourwords.”
“In my mouth,” I gasped, aroused simply at how he spoke to me. I shouldn’t do this. I should shift, run away, hide out in my apartment, and text Thalia that I was done, my involvement with the pack was over.
Yet I couldn’t. Not with how he looked at me, not with how his hard cock came so near, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes and push my tongue out further.
He lay the tip of his cock on my tongue.
“Now, say, please?”
“Please,” I sighed lustily around the head, and then he was pushing into me with a long exhale.
Immediately, I moaned, unable to focus properly. His girth filled my mouth completely, and I choked as I tried to take it all to the back of my throat. Conall moaned at the constrictions around the head, but my eyes screwed shut, tears forming in the corner of my eyes, as I desperately tried to breathe through my nose.
I’d never done this before.
I didn’t want him to suspect that.
I shed the anxious Sasha and pulled on the confident one. I wanted this and didn’t want him to pull back because I seemed too nervous. I thought of everything Thalia had giggled to me about in the dark hours, everything I’d seen and read, and thought of myself.
