Page 46 of The Wolf's Bullied Mate
“What’s so funny?” He asked.
“This time, the stairs aren’t scaring you?” I joked.
“It’s not that they scared me last time…” He started, but when I laughed, he stopped explaining himself. He shook his head, giving me an amused look.
“Just wait. You’ll make it up to me for cracking that joke very soon,” he said.
Heat flared between my legs, wetness pooling. I wanted to know what he had in store for me. I wanted to take any punishment Oliver would give me in bed.
When we entered his room, Oliver sat me down on his bed gently. He closed the door behind us, and I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled the garment over my head and off of my body. Next, I kicked off my shoes and slid my jeans down my legs. Oliver watched me undress. I felt hot, desired. I stopped when only my underwear was left.
“Take your bra and panties off as well,” Oliver commanded me in his alpha tone.
My breath hitched, but I obeyed his command.
Oliver undressed too now, quickly ridding his own body of clothing. Finally, we stood in front of each other, naked. I was embarrassed, but I didn’t try to hide myself.
I observed the hard plains of Oliver’s chest, my gaze sliding all the way down to his muscular thighs and his erect cock. How had I taken him before? He was so big—bigger than any man I’d ever had before.
I licked my lips, only realizing I was making the lewd gesture after the motion was already done.
Oliver’s eyes got dark. He moved past me, sitting down on the bed, then took my hand and pulled me toward him.
“Get on your knees,” he said in his alpha voice, growly and full of lust.
The wolf in me rejoiced at being commanded this way, and I had to admit the woman loved it, too. Oliver was handsome when he smiled, very attractive when he was kind,but absolutely seductive when he was dominating in bed—a side of him that I liked a lot.
I got on my knees in front of him, my legs sinking into the comfy rug extending from underneath the bed. His cock was level with my face. I already knew what he wanted, even without him telling me what to do next.
Still, I waited for the command, just because I enjoyed hearing him giving me orders.
“Take me in your mouth and suck me,” he said.
I leaned down and took just the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking at it experimentally. The taste was manly, and I ingrained it in my mind as Oliver’s personal taste. I took more of him in my mouth and sucked deeply while I grabbed the rest of him with both of my hands, moving them up and down.
As I worked him, I watched Oliver’s face. His features became strained, and his normally light blue eyes darkened considerably. I’d never enjoyed giving head to my ex—it had felt like a duty I had to perform—but seeing how Oliver reacted to my touch made me love doing the act.
I sucked him and pumped him with my hands, until he suddenly took me by the arms and pushed me away gently. I gave him a questioning look.
“Get on your hands and knees on the bed,” Oliver commanded. “I’m close, but I want to come inside you.”
I nodded and climbed onto the bed, taking the position he wanted from me. The bed dipped as Oliver kneeled behind me, grabbing my hips in his strong hands. I felt his fingers move between my folds.
He growled. “You’re wet from sucking me off.” His voice was full of approval, which made me feel less embarrassed. Instead, pride bloomed in my heart.
“You’re ready for me,” he said.
I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance. He slid it up and down my opening, gathering the wetness. Then, without warning, he pushed into me with a single trust.
I moaned out loudly before suddenly remembering that my child was sleeping in the other room. I laid my head down, hiding it in a pillow. I couldn’t stop my moans, not when Oliver was thrusting into me with his fierce, claiming movements. At least the pillow muffled my sounds of pleasure.
Oliver fucked me like he was staking a claim to me, and I felt the wolf inside me dance around happily. Through the haze of lovemaking, I became aware of the possibility that Oliver was my fated mate. When I saw the faint golden thread shimmer into existence between our hearts, I knew I was right. It would take a few more times of us sleeping together before it fully bound us, but… Oliver was my mate. The thought made me so happy, that I melted underneath him.
Then the orgasm came, as hard as the previous times we’d had sex, and I let the wave of ecstasy sweep me away. Oliver continued thrusting into me, prolonging my orgasm, before he came too.
We spent the rest of the night having sex. We weren’t in any hurry, we just wanted to spend hours learning each other’s needs. It was the most passionate night I’d ever had in my life, and I loved every second of being intertwined with Oliver.
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