Page 51 of Wolf Heart

"Don't get lost," Dex says, his voice gruff.

"I won't," Aspen says, his tone light. He pats my arm and steps away.

"Why can't you?" Dex says, his brows pinch, like my saying no to them burns him. He presses me against the tree's trunk and pins my arms above my head, his hard body pressing mine.

"Because I'm not your fated mate." My eyes burn, my words sound weak, like a child's.

"You can have it all, Juniper. You don't have to settle for one man." Dex growls before licking a wet trail down my neck that has my pussy throbbing.

I bite my lip to stay silent as he kisses down my neck, his hand wrapped around my throat while the other holds both of my wrists in his over my head against the tree.

I close my eyes and moan, the intense feeling of him so near, so intimate.

"Maybe mating with me will make you feel like a wolf," he murmurs in my ear and I shiver in anticipation. "Your wolf will feel mine."

That part of me wants to argue. To push him away and save myself for Michael. The human side of me wants to feel another orgasm. A torrent of emotions crashes over me and I struggle to find something to cling to in this storm.

Dex is nibbling along my collar bone and my body yearns for his.

My hands tremble, my legs shake and a deep, hungry ache forms between my legs.

His cock presses against my pussy and I grind my hips into him. He growls and bites my neck sending tingles of pleasure racing through me.

I drop my head back and cry out, it feels so good to be wanted, to be desired. To feel the strength of his body against mine, his warm breath on my skin.

I want him.

I shudder and arch my back as he pulls his finger away. "Please."

"That's right, beautiful." He guides my hand down and I rub my clit.

"I want to taste you, Juniper," he whispers in my ear, his breath hot on my skin.

His hands slide up my arms and over my biceps, leaving tingles in their wake. "I want to watch you come."

He guides my hand over my clit again and I rub. The ache in my core is insistent, I need to be touched, fucked, filled.

"You smell divine." He inhales deeply, taking in my scent. "And so, so sweet."

He pushes my hand away and replaces it with his, his fingers rubbing and flicking over my clit.

I tilt my head back and moan, the sensation of his fingers inside me and his other hand on my clit sends sparks down my spine and I—

"Please," I whimper, uncaring if I sound like a slut.

"What do you want?" Dex growls in my ear and I shiver.

"Please," I say again, no longer able to deny what I want.

"What?" He bites my earlobe and I moan.

"Touch me."

"Where?" he says in a husky, deep voice.

I swallow and look into his eyes. "My pussy."

"That's a good girl." Dex releases my arm and takes my hand, guiding it to my pussy.

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