Page 79 of Dead Wolf Rising (Bad Moon Academy 3)

I’m not bulky, but I’m in good shape. My fingers flick my pants open, and she licks her lips in hungry anticipation. I know without a doubt if I asked her to swallow me again, she would. The thought alone is enough to get me moving. Once my dick is free, I run my fingers over it and bite my lip, staring as she watches every caress I make on myself.

“Take your shirt off.”

She listens, pulling the tight top out of her skirt and slipping it over her head. See through cups cover her tits, and I hiss out a breath when she moves her hands to tweak her nipples, the little vixen.

“Take that off.”

No protests, only sure movements and fabric dropping to the desktop. I stop playing with my cock and grab her legs, wrenching them apart and pressing between them. Her soft fingers wrap around my length, and I lose it. I shove the skirt up and rip her hand off of me, pushing inside of her with enough force the desk screeches back. She’s wet enough to take me in, but she gasps at the sudden thickness filling her. Her walls cover me like they were meant for me, and I hold her in place by her ass, rocking my hips forward without pulling out.

“Carter.” She whimpers when I do it again.

“Say it.”

She gasps when I slide out, and her lower lip pouts. I grab it between my teeth and tug before sucking on it. I tease her entrance, and she tries to force me inside of her, but I don’t let her take control.

“Be a good little girl and say it.”

Without hesitating, she says, “Fuck me.”

I thrust into her again, this time a little easier now that she’s really ready, and I slam her onto my dick when I roll my hips forward, using my hands on her ass to work her body. She slaps her hands on my shoulders and drops her head back, hanging on to me and moaning my name. I fuck her so hard I have to shuffle forward every few thrusts because the desk is moving. When it finally hits the wall, the pens and pencils in my desk drawers rattle.

Nails digging into my skin, she cries out and her cum slicks over me, only driving me to go faster. To pound that pretty little pussy so hard she’ll feel the aftereffects for days to come. She screams my name four more times before I finally come. I grunt and drop my head on her shoulder, relishing in how her shaky arms attempt to hold me up. She strokes my hair with one hand and runs her thumb against my back with the other.

“I want my thong back.”

“Not a chance.” I bite her softly and rock forward, laughing when she moans. “I’m going to bend you over my desk now.”

She nods, and when I pull back, her eyes move down and widen. I’m already hard again, and that’s all thanks to her. The skirt is just a plus.

I pull out of her, set her on the ground and spin her around. My palm moves to her neck and I push her toward the desk. She goes without a fight and arches her ass toward me, widening her legs enough so I can slide back into her.

She grips the other edge of the desk, and I slap her ass. She arches her back, making my cock throb with need already because this angle is one of my favorites.

“I’m not going to last long,” I confess, not at all ashamed because I’ll have made her come six times when I’m done with her. My fingers dig into her hips, and I pull her back to meet my thrusting hips. I’m so deep inside of her I feel the top of her cervix. She’s just the right size, and I make sure she’s well acquainted with how perfect my cock fills her before jerking to a stop and shouting her name.

Raven sighs, and I smack her ass again to make sure she remembers.

Chapter 28

Two weekslater

RAVEN

Glancing over the two shifters in front of me, I take stock of how they react to the five men spread out behind me. I can’t afford to have groundskeepers who have a problem with my guys. Their resumes sit in front of me, and I look down to read through their qualifications. Blaze has vetted them, so I have faith they’ll be good workers.

When I look back up, both of the shifters are looking at me, but not directly in my eyes. Their focus stays somewhere on my shoulders, and I sigh.

“You don’t have to be so formal,” I say, sitting back. “If you’re going to work here, you don’t have to worry about me getting pissy if you look me in the eye. As long as you’re not assholes and can remain respectful, I want you to be able to relax.”

The two share a look, eyebrows dipping and rising in a secret language they probably picked up at their last job.

“It’s informal, but I’m sure we can accommodate you, Luna.” The guy sitting on the left with long black hair seems to be the spokesperson.

The quiet one shifts and nods in agreement. He doesn’t meet my gaze, but his eyes lift a little higher, resting on my nose.

Well, some progress is still progress.

“You’ve seen the grounds?” I ask.

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