Page 168 of Wolf Caged
“Tell me what you need, little lamb.” He chuckled when I growled at him for using that mocking name and murmured, “Little wolf.”
I arched my hips into his hand.
His gaze grew hooded as he held me in place and parted my thighs with his knees, bracing them apart as his fingers delved between my petals. I didn’t hold back my moan as he stroked and teased my clit, as he feathered his fingers lower to caress my slick opening, the look on his face one of pure pleasure as he found me wet.
So wet. So ready for him.
I groaned as he eased two fingers into me, filling me and stroking me deep. He rubbed my clit with his thumb as he worked me to a frenzy with his fingers, my pulse shooting higher as pleasure built within me, as I strained for release.
“Make me come,” I whispered, my brow furrowing as I tilted my head back, as I held his gaze, not embarrassed by the intense way he watched my face as he pleasured me. I sank my teeth into my lower lip and arched my back, thrusting my breasts towards him. “Please.”
“Never have to beg me, little wolf,” he murmured and plunged deeper, taking me harder with his fingers, a frantic rhythm that pushed me closer to the edge.
I reached for it, each thrust of his fingers and stroke of his thumb ripping a moan from me that grew louder and louder as my body tightened like a bow string, in danger of breaking.
I threw my head back and screamed as release hit me, as pleasure rocked me and my thighs trembled against him, my breaths scouring my lungs as warmth spread through me.
And as I came down from it, sinking slowly into the fur, Kaeleron continued to stare into my eyes.
He pulled his fingers free of me, brought them up to his face and held my gaze as he wrapped his lips around them, as he sucked my essence from them.
“Oh gods,” I breathed, unsure I had ever seen anything as hot as that, my arousal soaring again as he licked every drop of my juices from them, his gaze dark and hooded, pleasure shining in it as he tasted me.
“Delicious. Always so delicious,” he husked. “Tell me what you want, Saphira.”
I swallowed my nerves. “You know what I want. What I need.You.”
He didn’t take his eyes from mine as he lowered his hand, bracing it against the fur between my ribs and my arm, holding his weight off me. “Your mating heat means you want just any male.”
And I realised that wasn’t true.
It might have been the first time the frenzy had hit me, and maybe even the second, but this time, I had wanted him the moment he had appeared on my doorstep. That want had only increased when I had tended to his wounds, and was the reason I had ended up on my knees before him, his cock in my mouth.
Before I could tell him any of that, he growled, flashing wicked fangs, the skin around his eyes as black as night.
“I will not find you another male,” he snarled with a possessive light in his eyes, one that made him look as mad as I felt, but drew me to him, making me want to fold him in my arms and kiss him to show him that I wanted only him. “I am the only one who gets to touch you—to see you like this. If anyone else touches you, I will carve them to pieces… slowly… because you aremine.”
That was incredibly hot. Incredibly possessive.
My primal instincts responded strongly to how demanding he was as he hovered above me, his thighs nestled between mine, his expression dark and commanding. I wanted to cajole him and push him into showing me just how possessive he was and just how fierce he could be. It was the heat speaking, my wolf side wanting to be dominated right now and have the strongest male mate with me.
But maybe it wasn’t.
Maybe all of me liked the idea of him taking me hard, staking a claim on me.
I wasn’t scared to say the words that fell from my lips.
“You’re the only one I want to touch me—to see me like this.”
His mouth was on mine before I knew what had hit me and I moaned as he plundered it with his tongue, his kiss fierce and demanding, a potent drug that I was immediately addicted to as I clawed at his shoulders, pulling him closer, unable to get enough of him.
He groaned in response and angled his head, taking me deeper, harder, our tongues clashing as his taste flooded me, mingled with my own. His hands found my robe and he tore it open, ripping a gasp from me as cool air washed over my bare breasts, and then he covered one with his hand and one with his mouth.
I groaned and arched into him, shooting stars of pleasure cascading from the points he teased as I rolled my hips into his stomach.
My hands came down on his head, fingers threading into his hair, and I gripped it hard, yanking him back up to me and kissing him this time.
He seized my wrists and shoved my arms above my head again, and I howled in response to his strength as he pinned me, as he wrenched command from me. He joined my wrists beneath his right hand and delved his left between my thighs again, stroking me, his gaze like pure fire as his cock kicked against my thigh, making me aware of it.
