Page 47 of Wolf Fated
"Your body, your eyes, and your heart," he traced a line over my left breast and my breath hitched, "tell me otherwise."
My mouth dried as I tried to think of what to say.
He released my wrists and a sense of longing pounded through me. I reached out, grasping his shirt. The idea of him leaving me with this tension and hunger between us was unimaginable.
But instead of leaping off me, his hands untuck my shirt, moving up and over my breast.
His legs moved from straddling me to his knee between my sex.
I arched against him, wanting so much more than I should. Wanting to be with him in every way, regardless of the consequences. This so wasn't like me, but I didn't care.
"I'll ease your heat," Drake murmured and rubbed his thumb over my pants along my sex.
Ecstasy pulsed through me with sparks of desire that kept going off. Once I caught my breath and could speak, I asked, "Wha—how did you do that?"
"Your body is changing, Brook." He eased my shirt up. "And you've been going into heat since you went on your date with Axel. Being in close proximity of a werewolf will do that even to a half-breed."
He didn't say the last word like it was a curse, like I expected a werewolf would say. Instead, the word was normal and didn't change in cadence or tone. He traced circles across my stomach, making it hard to concentrate.
"Um... and now that Nathan’s bitten me?"
"That speeds things up," he brushed a hand across the fullness of my breasts, "significantly."
When he eased my bra down from my breasts, all the questions I had got stuck in my throat. Drake bent over me, lightly teasing my nipple with his mouth while rolling the other with his fingers.
"Oh God, oh God."
His mouth, his fingers—all of it was magic—I was going to cum if he didn't stop.
"Drake," I said his name with all the words I couldn't say wrapped up inside it.
He pressed his erection against my sex, both of us fully clothed and I wanted to rip our clothes off. Hell, I'd bite them off even if I had to.
I grunted out a growl, trying to get him closer.
"Easy there, Brook," he whispered, his voice husky. "We need you to cum first."
"W-We?" I choked out.
"The ritual. We each need to make you orgasm without sex first."
"No." I shook my head because the idea of no sex felt like a wet slap. "No, I want you."
"I want you too." He moved to my other breast, kissing across the top. "But so do Axel and Nathan."
"All three?" I couldn't believe what I was even saying.
"Of course." He gave me a gentle nibble on the top of my breast. "One at a time or two or three of us at once, whatever you wish."
My entire body heated at his words. This had to be a dream. There was no way all of this could be real, and it wasn't something that I'd have come up with on my own.
Drake went back to licking and sucking my nipple and his hand moved down to the juncture of my sex. Knowing my wetness was coating his fingers, I moaned, grinding against him. My nipples were taut, and tingles spread from my breast to my sex and back again.
"Don't stop, God," I rushed out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
My climax built like water crashing into a dam. Any second, it was going to burst through.
"You like that?" Drake's fingers increased their pace.
