Page 22 of Trick Me
As he rises again, I breathe raggedly, watching him undo the button of his pants. I don’t think. I just move. I tug the fabric down, and his cock springs free. It’s thick, flushed, heavy with want, and I’m clenching my thighs with desperation.
My breath stutters. I blink once, twice. There’s no preparing for the sight of him. He’s large.
“Show me how much you need me,” he states, gaze heavy-lidded and full of fire.
I stare up at him through my lashes, defiant. “Oh, you think I won’t?”
I don’t even recognize the voice coming out of me. This isn’t who I was before. But then again, I wasn’t a wolf before either. I was never on my knees, mouth watering, body slick and trembling with need. He’s dragged something primal out of me, something raw and ravenous.
I purr, lips brushing the base of his shaft. “I’m going fuck your cock with my mouth.”
His fingers shudder as they slide into my hair.
I drag my tongue along the underside of his shaft, watching his eyes flutter closed and his jaw clench. I slide my lips over his tip, taking my time to press my mouth down his shaft. I claim him, slow but certain, tongue curling as I sink deeper, loving the way he shudders, the way all that Alpha dominance fractures at my touch.
“Fuck,” he breathes, hands hanging limp at his sides.
I pull back just far enough to speak, licking my lips. “Look at you,” I purr, tasting him. “I’ve barely started.”
His hands twitch, but he still doesn’t grab me. He lets me lead. Lets me take. And hell, the power of it sings through my blood like lightning.
I take him whole again, one slow inch at a time. Hegroans, chokes on it, and finally, finally, I feel him start to rock into my mouth, surrendering piece by piece. His hips flex. His hands find my hair, but there’s no force in them. Only reverence.
“You’re dangerous,” he pants, voice cracking. “Fucking deadly.”
I hum around him, sending a fresh wave of tension through his body. His control is hanging on by a thread, and I’m the one holding the scissors. I love that feeling. So I pump my mouth up and down his huge cock, pushing him past my throat, even if I’m tearing up. The sensation to gag that I fight because I want to own him… that sensation is engulfing me. To ensure he never forgets this moment.
He stiffens, his fingers tightening around my hair, his cock suddenly super hard, and then he bursts. Filling my mouth with cum.
He growls. “Fuck me!” His whole body jerks as I gulp down every last drop of him, working it down my throat. I let him feel it, the way I own this moment.
I keep sucking even after the last drop for a bit of teasing, which leaves me growling. I pull back and lick my lips, chin slick, pulse racing. I glance up at him, and this time, he looks hollowed out. Worshipful. Absolutely stunning.
“I never wanted you to stop,” I whisper, voice drowning with need.
He stares down at me, chest heaving like a man who just got devoured and fucking loved it.
I grind my slick thighs together, aching and unashamed. “I’ve never been so turned on before,” I admit with a raw throat.
He doesn’t respond right away. He just drops to his knees in front of me, eyes burning. “I think I’ve been yours since the first time you looked at me in the mansion like you could ruin me. And gods help me”—he cups my face, brushing his thumb over my swollen lips—“I want you to.”
“I never want to stop bringing you pleasure.” I have no idea if it’s me or the hunger inside of me talking, but I’m so lost to him.
Ash stares at me like he already knows.
“You were a good girl,” he murmurs. “Taking control like that. Making me beg with my body when I swore I never would.”
His mouth finds the shell of my ear, and I gasp as his lips brush it, sending a shiver down to the backs of my knees. “But now…” he whispers, “it’s my turn.”
He draws back just enough to meet my gaze. “Will you be mine?”
The words crack something open in me. The ache flares hotter, sharper, more desperate. The wolf inside me purrs for him. And yet some piece of me, a fierce, unbroken, sarcastic piece, still claws its way out.
I smirkup at him.
“You’re awfully polite for someone who keeps me naked in the woods.”
His grin is feral, low and dangerous, like it wants to swallow me whole. “Say it.”
