Page 34 of The Wolf's Bullied Pregnant Mate
I bared my teeth at her but said nothing.
The way she looked… Powerful, her hair billowing around her with the cave’s draft of air and the power of the water, a witch in command of her powers…
The water began to cool, but her threats lingered.
Adalyn stalked towards me, wading through the water, droplets sliding down her breasts, pooling in her collarbones, down towards her navel where the rest of her was beneath the surface.
My eyes went back to hers. The silver had died down, but there was still a wild look to her, something manic and unrestrained.
She’s beautiful, I thought. My jaw clenched when she brushed against me. Those binds still didn’t release me.
Adalyn drew a sharp nail down my chest, and I winced when she drew bloodspots. She smiled, something dangerous that said she had the upper hand here. But then her hand went lower, trailing along the dark line of hair leading to my groin. Fingers went lower, and I couldn’t stop her, even if I wasn’t held back.
“Tell me to stop,” she purred.
I only gazed at her, every muscle in me tight as she finally found the very thing I had hoped she wouldn’t notice. That I was extremely turned on. It was something I had tried to ignore, but now… With her proximity, and the fact that I could feel her power sizzling around me…
I swallowed as she wrapped a hand around my cock.
“I hate this,” she snarled, tightening her fingers around me. “I hate that this has aroused you.” And yet she didn’t take her hand away, didn’t stop slowly stroking the length.
“Don’t think I wasn’t listening,” I murmured, a brief moment of vulnerability.
“I know.” Her words were spat, that grip tightening around my cock almost painfully, yet it made me twitch. “You’re disgusting.”
“I know.” I grinned at her, taunting her. “Do you like feeling in control, witch? I know that’s what you think you have right now. Control over me. But it won’t last.”
“How so?”
“Well, if I promise to ease up, to stop provoking you and attacking you, then you need to release me. We begin again, start over. Find a way to coexist.”
“Pretty words,” Adalyn said. “Shame you don’t mean them.”
I bit back a groan as she thumbed over the tip of my length.
“I do,” I answered through gritted teeth. I was at her mercy, and I hated it. Yet there was something so arousing about it. She could do anything she wanted to me, and I didn’t even think I’d stop her.
“I won’t attack you,” I swore. “You have my word.”
She still looked skeptical, but slowly, she withdrew her hand from my body, flattened her palms, spread them outward, and the water cooled to the normal, warm temperature, and the vice released me. I gasped in relief.
My eyes locked on hers—and I dived for her.
She went to throw up her hands, but I grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. I dragged her under the pool’s surface with me, and she shrieked, the sound swallowedup by the water. I yanked her body to mine, letting her feel my length against her thigh.
I meant to do something, to pin her more, to have her under my control.
But instead, I kissed her.
And instead of swimming away, Adalyn pulled herself free of my hold and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her legs clung to my waist as we sank beneath the water. She blinked when our mouths parted, as if she had surprised herself.
After ignoring her for two days, I knew I couldn’t keep resisting her.
Not when I felt like this. Not when I needed her. The last two days of pent-up silence collided once again, and tension and need met.
Why couldn’t I get enough of this woman?
Chapter 13 - Adalyn
