Page 89 of Arranged Wolf's Nanny
They were, after all, both of themwolves.
Eva was safely settled in the lounge at Felix’s with the other kids, leaving the house empty and waiting for them to get back.
They barely made it through the front door before Rick was tearing her clothes from her body with vicious abandon, claiming every inch of exposed flesh as it was revealed to him. Rosalia gave as good as she got, wrenching his shirt from his chest, sinking her teeth into the hard muscle of his shoulder.
He hissed, slamming her back against the wall, shoving his thigh between her legs. Groaning, she bucked against him, sparks of pleasure shooting through her. He wasted no time in clamping the tender skin of her neck between his teeth, holding her still as his hand massaged her naked breast.
“Rick,” she gasped, arching into his touch. He growled darkly, pushing her against the rough stone.
“What did you just call me?”
She grinned, sucking her lip between her teeth with coy leisure. So it was going to bethatkind of night. What else did she expect?
“My apologies,sir,” she breathed, feeling his grin against the bruised skin of her neck.
The first time they had slept together, he had promised to teach her all manner of wickedness. And in the months following the battle, he had made good on that promise. Many, many,manytimes. Rosalia was no longer frightened of his darkness, or her own, for that matter. She was safe with him. Safe to be utterly herself, in all things.
“Good little wolf,” he said, his voice silky smooth and filled with dangerous promise. “On your knees.”
Her breathing hitched. “What if I refuse?”
He growled, fingers digging into the flesh of her arms as he spun her around, pushing her into the wall. She gasped as hernipples grazed the rough stone, the sensations making wetness pool at the juncture of her thighs.
He captured her wrists in one hand, and the other slid down her back, kneading the soft flesh of her ass.
“I think,” he said, scraping his nails over her sensitive flesh, “you know the answer to that.”
She moaned, pushing her hips backwards, grinding into him. With a tight breath of pleasure, he leaned forward, his lips grazing her ear. “Now be a good girl, and get on your knees.”
He released her, stepping back, watching her close with his predator eyes.
Slowly, she turned, not breaking eye contact with him as she lowered herself to the carpet, a thrill clenching her core at the blatant desire in his eyes. He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her head up.
She tilted her head, capturing his thumb between her lips, biting it hard before soothing it with gentle laps of her tongue.
Something feral glinted in his gaze.
Without waiting for his command, she leaned forward, dragging her fingernails down his taught stomach, leaving thin red lines in her wake. He didn’t so much as blink, his expression completely taken over by pure animalistic lust.
Slowly, she unbuttoned his trousers, allowing his hardness to spring free. His hands clenched into fists at his side, but he didn’t move. He just watched her. Waited.
Tentatively, she flicked her tongue over his head, the salty taste of him thick on her tongue.
His jaw worked, but still, he didn’t move.
She grinned. Getting him to lose control was no easy task, but she relished the challenge all the same.
Wrapping her hands around his shaft, she took him into her mouth, wasting no time in hollowing out her cheeks and suckinghard. He was hot and heavy on her tongue, his scent thick in her nose, driving her half-wild. A fresh wave of wetness pulsed from between her thighs, and she clenched them together, desperate for the sweet bliss of friction.
Of course, in trying to get him to lose control, she also had to keep a grip on her own.
She bobbed up and down, taking him as far back in her throat as she could manage, laving her tongue over him with each pass. He grew wet with her saliva, and she used the extra slick to work him with her hands, pumping what she couldn’t manage to take.
He was so big. So masculine. The heady intensity of him made all rational thought flee her brain.
God, she wanted him inside her.
Finally,finally, his control slipped, and he hissed, bucking into her, his hands cradling the back of her head. She couldn’t help the victorious smile, and he growled at her, pushing her down onto his length in punishment.
