Page 52 of Wolf's Claimed Mate
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Wait here.”
I stared in shock as Conall left the cabin, ducking outside before coming back moments later with a square black box. He lifted the lid, and inside was a studded silver collar, a thick band, and a bell that hung off it, jingling when I flicked it.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
“Still want to try?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded. I gathered my hair up in my hands as Conall turned me around, picking up the collar. It pressed on my throat as he clasped it at the back. My breath caught at how gently he touched me. His fingers glided down my back afterward, stopping at the curve of my ass.
“Will you finally let me see these pretty panties of yours?”
I pushed my ass out, and Conall snarled as he sucked a bruise into my ass cheek. One, then the other, pushing my dress up and over my hips.
He exposed the panties, the thin chain barely covering my folds, the way it emphasized the shape of my thighs and ass.
“Shit,” he whispered. “Shit. Sasha—fuck—I need you. I need you so bad it hurts. Get on the bed for me.”
I did, walking over on trembling legs, languishing on the sheets, crawling up to the headboard, giving him one last view from that angle before I turned back around to face him.
“You wanted me spread out, right?” I purred.
“Menace,” he hissed, his pupils blown, his hair in disarray. He stalked towards me, reached out, and flicked the bell on my collar. He tore off his shirt, ripping buttons as he did. Conall’s body was incredible, muscled, and I wanted my hands all over him as much as he wanted his all over me. His forearms were tight as he tugged off his jeans and a light smattering of dark chest hair across his pecs caught my attention. It was flat and straight, short. I grabbed for him, whining.
He smirked and leaned right over me, enveloping himself across my body.
“You’re beautiful, Sasha,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine.
Don’t trust him, don’t trust him, my mind begged, but my heart was falling, soaring towards him and the look in his eyes. I wouldn’t have to fight anymore. I could give in.
But if I lost my fight for myself and my independence, then I lost everything. I didn’t know how I was able to have both Conall and my fierce need for independence.
“Let go of your thoughts, kitty,” Conall murmured, thumbing my lower lip. “Let me please you.”
I should have warned him, told him I was a virgin, but the words weren’t on my tongue. I couldn’t say them. They clogged in my throat, and then Conall’s hands were on my thighs, pushing my dress up and over my body, baring me for him except for the thong and the collar.
He settled between my legs, looking at me down the length of my body. He smoothed his hands over my jutting hip bones and my ribs, reaching up to twist and pinch my nipples playfully.
Then his tongue flattened over my folds, and I cried out. The heat of his tongue contrasting with the cool chain of the underwear made me writhe.
“Conall,” I moaned, my back bowing as I sought more. Nobody had ever done this. Never tasted me like I was a damn feast. But Conall’s eyes closed, and his tongue worked over me, and inside me like I was his last ever meal. His fingers spread me open, perfect for dipping his tongue in and out. He moaned into me, grasping my thighs and tugging me closer to him. The bell jingled as I was pulled down the bed.
He alternated between devouring me and kissing the insides of my thigh, biting bruises into my skin. He nuzzled into the crease between my pussy and thighs, biting wherever hecould before licking a path back to I was open and spread for him.
When he came back up to kiss me, I wrapped my legs around him, clawing down his back as if I might grapple him, as if that would make him never pull away.
“Can I fuck you?” he whispered. “I don’t want to assume you still want to go all the way. I can stop right now, put my clothes back on, bring some comfier clothes for you, and—”
I kissed him quiet. I didn’t need him putting doubts in my mind. I had made up my mind.
I wanted him. I didn’t have to confess my virginity. It wasmineto decide how and when it was taken. He didn’t need to have any feelings about it.
“Sasha,” he murmured. His cock slid against my opening, wetting the length and tip in my own arousal. I whimpered, lifting my hips as I might just push him in that way. “Sasha, I’m not a damn alpha. I can’t bring power or amazing things to you. I don’t—I don’t have what the likes of Fenrys or Aidan have that your friends do. I’m just me. I’m the beta. I’m Conall, and I hope that’s good enough for you right now.”
I didn’t know if it was a declaration of his feelings, but I couldn’t consider my own in that moment without unraveling. I brought him closer, tilting his head up. His lips parted, sweat dampening his hair to his forehead boyishly. I bit his jaw playfully.
