Page 36 of Wolf Fated
Nathan nuzzled the back of my neck, holding my hair up with his other hand. I moved my fingers to let him touch me, but he growled low in his throat.
“Don’t you dare stop. I want to know what turns you on.”
And fucking hell if that didn’t turn me on even more. My muscles tensed and I was on the verge of an orgasm. It swelled like a storm surge against a dam.
“Faster,” I panted.
He pulled on my hair harder, tilting my head back and to the side. His lips found mine in a breathless kiss. Magical fingers glided across my clit in the perfect rhythm. His erection dug into my thigh and the thought I was making this hunk of a guy want me sent me into the stratosphere.
My orgasm shattered through me. I screamed against his mouth.
Slowly, his fingers stopped until every last aftershock of my orgasm subsided. I was boneless, feeling like I sank into the mattress.
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Then reality slammed into me and sent me reeling. What had I done? Given in to my desires with a stranger when I had no business doing anything other than getting through this bet and back to Stephen.
"You're thinking of him, aren't you?" Nathan asked in a gruff voice. "Don't."
He leapt out of bed, running his hand through his auburn hair, and paced at the end of the bed.
"You're with me, not your ex, me."
"My ex?" I sat up, hugging the covers to me. "You're not talking about Stephen because we are still engaged, still planning on getting married after all this." Unless Axel had already told him what we'd done. I placed my hand to my throat, my tongue feeling thick.
Nathan's emerald eyes flashed. They looked almost glowing in the early morning light and I gasped, backing up and banging the back of my head against the headboard. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and they looked normal.
"The only other men you are allowed to think of in my bed, with me, is Axel or Drake." He crossed the room to me, grasping my chin and pulling my head up until I met his eyes.
"How—" A thousand questions raced through my mind. Like how he could be okay with me dating Axel and Drake or even thinking about them in bed, but didn't want me thinking about my fiancé? None of this was making sense. At first, I had thought this was a silly game to them. Something to prove their superiority over Stephen. But now I wasn't so sure.
"I don't care how you do it." Nathan let go of my chin. "Just don't bring any other man into your mind around us."
I shook my head, not quite following what seemed to be a double-standard.
"It's dawn," Nathan said without even glancing outside or at a watch and there was no clock in sight. "Get ready and we'll have to eat breakfast on the way."
"Not skinned rabbits, I hope," I said in a light-hearted tone, trying to brighten the mood.
He grunted, but pushed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Well. Guess I'd get ready then. For what, I had no idea.
I used Nathan's shower, marveling how it smelled like him... a woodsy, wild scent that had me yearning to go back to us being in bed together. My earlier afterglow from my orgasm was fading, but I had nothing to complain about. I'd had multiple climaxes in the last forty-eight hours, more than I'd had ever in my life. Why though? Was it because of these men—these strangers who turned me on so much? I bit my tongue. I shouldn't be thinking like this at all. Where were my morals?
It was like I had left them at the poker table.
I scrubbed a hand over my face. Nothing I could do about the past, but I needed to keep in mind these three men weren't my friends, and they certainly weren't my lovers. My sex did a little quiver at that thought.
Stop it.
I am marrying Stephen. I loved Stephen—love him.
Oh, God. How was I going to get through the day with Nathan after he'd fingered me? With Axel, it hadn't been until later in our so-called date that he made me orgasm. I was losing my mind if I hadn't already.
Tears filled my eyes, but I scrubbed them away, nothing I could do about them now. Get through this craziness then me and Stephen could continue our lives together without worry about money or anything else.
Dawn's question about if I was sure I wanted to marry him popped, unbidden, into my mind. I shoved the inquiry away and quickly finished washing.
