Page 35 of Wolf's Claimed Mate
My fingers dug into the side of his hips, bracing myself on him. With my eyes closed, I focused on the sensations. The length was hard and veiny, but the tip was soft, and I enjoyed circling my tongue over the tip, delighting in his encouraging noises.
His hands slid into my hair, gripping the curls with a groan.
“Did you like the name I suggested?” he asked quietly. “I meant what I said. I could show you how to be a good girl.”
My eyes flew open tearfully, looking up through my lashes as he stood over me.
“You want that?”
Did I?
An image flashed through my mind: be, bringing Conall to the throes of passion, the height of his climax,good girl. His hand placed on my throat as I swallowed for the first time.
I moaned, the sound muffled.
“Tap my hip for yes, flatten your hand for no.”
He pushed deeper into my mouth, and I finally tapped on his hip foryes.
“I’ll get you a damn collar,” he muttered, pulling out and running the head of his length over my lips, smearing precum. It was messy, and I was barely aware of anything properly, lost to the haze of the moment blissfully. An unbearable ache gathered between my legs, the heat wanting to reach its own climax, but I didn’t. Not for now. I wanted to focus on Conall for my own desire to touch him but also to avoid being touched for now.
I still didn’t know how much I trusted him with my own body.
“You know what collared kitty-cats call the men who give them?” Conall asked, smirking.
I knew exactly what he was rooting for. He wanted to claim me, and Iwantedto be claimed, but I was nobody’s property. I said it, and I meant it. I was independent, yet I did this like I practically waited to be marked up by his scent.
That thought stayed, though, and dug into my mind, wiping out every other worry.
I wanted his seed coating me. If not down my throat then on my skin, seeped in so I would remember this even if I didn’t have the courage to make it happen again.
Conall didn’t make me answer but also never gave me the satisfaction of hearing him say it. Some sort of dominant name—a title, something for him to be called to help his own power needs. Part of me wanted to happily obey; the other part of me stubbornly refused.
Take me, I wanted to beg.
He pushed further into my mouth, his chest rising and falling quickly with labored breaths as he got closer to his orgasm.
I hollowed my cheeks, and Conall cupped my face, feeling his own length in my mouth. He thrust fast and hard, and I choked, trying to keep up. I sucked hard.
“Sasha,” he moaned deeply, his fingers gripping my face. Everything hurt; my jaw hurt, my tongue hurt from exploring his length and every part of him that was in me, but it was blissful. I laughed, a huff of breath through my nose, and swallowed around the tip.
“Fuck—there,” he shouted. I did it again, hollowing my cheeks, as he thrust shallowly, in and out, chasing the friction until he was pushing me, pulling my head closer. My nose pressed to the hair between his legs, and I made a choked sound. Desire washed through me as Conall held me there, finding the last few thrusts of friction, before he came with a loud groan of my name.
His seed shot into me, and I closed my eyes, going limp as he let me go. I opened my eyes drowsily, meeting his gaze, and smiled. Swallowed. Open my mouth while Conall pressed two fingers to my tongue again.
“Every drop,” he instructed.
I stuck my tongue out for him.
“Good girl,” he murmured. He drew a line down my throat as I swallowed the last of his come, shuddering at the name.
But as I did, the realization of what I’d done—what this might possibly start—hit me.
My eyes met his, and it was as if he snapped out of the haze.
“Sasha,” he said quietly, a warning. “Sasha, no. No, don’t walk away—Sasha!”
I had already scrambled away like a frightened animal. Except I wasn’t frightened. I was fiercely protective of myself, and I didn’t want him to think one blowjob would permit me to him.
