Page 73 of Rejected Wolf's Secret Baby (Rejected Moons 4)

I smile. “We’ll have to be quiet.”

It makes me feel young again, getting naked under my father’s roof, being careful not to make too much noise so we won’t be caught. Just the thought of it makes the nerves in my body light up, and a wave of heat rushes through me.

Brandon buries his face in my breasts, and I feel his cock twitch against me. My whole center throbs in response to him, and I rock gently, teasing myself, feeling him grow harder.

He moans. It’s the most fragile, human sound—nothing like the usual growls and howls of the wolf when we’re fucking. It’s tender and sweet, and my heart breaks a little. I want nothing more than to give him all the pleasure my body can provide.

I climb off him. It’s hard to force myself to do that, but it’s in the service of a greater good. I strip off my pants quickly, then go to work on his.

He starts to take off his shirt as I’m unzipping him, but I shake my head. “Stop,” I tell him.

“You don’t want it off?”

“Oh, I do. But I want you to let me do it. I want to do everything for you today.”

“You don’t have to—”

“Hush. You’re about to go to battle for me,” I say. “Before I send my mate away to fight, I’m going to give him everything. I just want you to sit still and enjoy it.”

He nods. Then he says, “Your mate?”

“Of course.”

“My mate,” he breathes, and I see the hint of yellow around his pupils that tells me the wolf is responding.

“Lift your hips,” I tell him quietly, and he lifts up off the bed so that I can pull his pants down to his ankles. I wrap a hand around his thick cock and stroke it a few times, then I climb back onto his lap, gripping his cock so that I can slide down onto it.

I wrap my legs all the way around him and sit very still for a moment, relishing the way it feels to be filled up by my mate. He lets out a soft groan. I can feel him throbbing inside me, and I know the pleasure is building in him. I also know he’s aching for more, just like I am.

I press my lips to his, a brief kiss, and without pulling away, I murmur, “We’ve got to be so quiet.”

“I know.”

“My dad…you know his memory’s not so good. He might forget I’m supposed to be in here. If he hears something, he might come to investigate it—”

“He won’t hear anything.” I can hear the alpha in Brandon’s voice. He’s all authority and commitment and confidence, and in that moment it’s clear to me I’m only setting the pace and tone of this night because he’s allowing it. He could flip me over and absolutely ravage me. Fuck, he’s done it before plenty of times.

But I asked for control. He’s giving me control.

My alpha.

I roll my hips, grinding into him, feeling the slow drag of him inside me. Every part of my body sings with pleasure. I feel so alive, so full and satisfied, and yet at the same time so hungry. I want to ride this as high as I can. I want to take all possible pleasure from his body and give it all back to him.

Brandon grabs my ass, and I think he's going to pull me against him, guide me closer, but he doesn’t. He’s just hanging on for the ride, not applying any pressure. I’m so impressed by the restraint he’s showing. He knows I want to be in the driver’s seat, and he’s letting me.

And I’m ready to make this more aggressive. I push him down onto his back, releasing my legs from around him to give him room. I stay upright over him, bouncing on his cock, and I move my fingers to my clit.

“Do—do you want me to do that?” He’s gasping. He’s so out of control, and yet so on top of things. I really don’t know how he’s doing it. I’m about to spin out of control myself.

I shake my head. Idowant him to—I fucking love it when he touches me, and the feel of his fingers is even better than my own, which I’ve never been able to say about any man before in my life. But today I want him to focus on his own pleasure.

I trace his lips with the fingers of my free hand as I start to play with myself. I know how he loves my hands. A moment later, he sucks two of my fingers into his mouth and massages them with his tongue.

Something in my body short-circuits. It’s like wires have been crossed, and IswearI can almost feel the rough press of his tongue dragging against my clit. I’m close now.

I ride him harder. I’m going to come first, I can tell, and I want to take him with me if I can. I know I need to stop touching myself if I’m going to make this last, but I physically can’t do it. My hips are bucking into my hand, and Brandon’s hitting meso fucking deep—

It takes me by surprise when it happens. I gasp and slam my hips forward into my hand, into the pressure of my fingertips, and spasms shake my body as I come and come.

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