Page 22 of Wolves of the Golden Sun

He’s like a madman, and I can’t get enough of it. One moment he’s devouring my mouth, and then he’s pulling moans and shivers from me as he goes to town on my neck.

“You have no idea how much I needed to hear you say that,” he growls against the soft flesh of my throat.

I rip his shirt off his back and he does the same for my t-shirt while I shimmy out of my pants.

“Fuck.” Drago breathes the word like prayer. An oath. “You’re so goddamn perfect. Curvy and soft and so fucking gorgeous.”

I swallow down the flush his praise conjures in me.

But I don’t miss the quickening breathing in the corner. Over Drago’s shoulder, I cast a quick glance at Rook to see his gaze roving my body as well. He mouths the wordgorgeousto me, and as his hand drops to his crotch, covering his raging erection.

“I’m afraid I can’t go slow, Willa,” Drago says with a growl. “I’ve been too long without you.”

He stands, and my mouth waters as he unbuckles his belt. I suck in a sharp gasp as he unbuttons his jeans, and a low moan rattles out of my throat as he slides them down his thighs and that monster cock bobs into view.

“Jesus Christ. If I were a lesser man, I might be intimidated that your mate is packing a freaking weapon of mass destruction in his pants.”

I can’t help but snicker. “You said we wouldn’t know you were here.” I meet his eyes over Drago as my alpha lifts me up by the hips and chucks me onto the bed.

I squeal, landing deep in the mattress and fluffy linens. This bed is so decadent, I could make a nest here just as easily as the new sofa.

But I don’t think about that for long. I can’t. Not with Drago stalking toward me.

A thrill of adrenaline rockets through me, desire mixed with unabashed horniness, and a touch of fear.

The same fear a rabbit must feel when it’s being chased. Because as Drago kneels over me, devilish grin, cock hard as steel, and knot fully swollen, I can’t help feeling like I’m the prey.

And I’m about to get eaten alive

Chapter7

Riding the Line

“You smell delicious, little Omega,”Drago rumbles as he yanks me closer by the legs.

My heart flutters in my stomach as another wave of pure omega need crashes into me.

I spread my legs for him. “Please, Alpha,” I murmur.

Drago’s lids lower but it’s his answering groan that does me in.

“Fuck, Omega. You’re already soaked.” Drago grabs me under the knee and tugs me even closer.

“Please,” I moan again, this time dipping my hand between my legs to relieve some of the ache. But before I can touch a single burning nerve ending, Drago snatches my hand away, grabbing it and my other wrist to pin them over me. In response, and entirely on their own, my hips arch up to meet the underside of Drago’s knot.

He lets out a low growl, grabs his cock in his meaty fist, and shoves it into me.

I gasp, trying not to pass out from the pleasure of being so full, so fast.

Of having every internal spot stroked all at once. Offinallygetting fucked the way I’ve wanted Drago to fuck me since the first time.

I’m done with the careful shit.

Done with him treating me like I might break.

I want the monster.

And his monster cock.

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