Page 33 of Damaged Princess

"Sorry, dollface. Let me make it up to you."

My hand on her lower back guides her tit up to my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it as she groans. She yanks hard on my hair and I can't help myself, I grin around her tit. I've got a real obsession with Ana when she's feisty.

My hands fall to her ass, and I tease her cunt with my pinkies. I make sure her dress is up enough that Vik gets a nice view of her round ass. Hell, if he stares any harder at the rear-view mirror he might be able to see the wet spot she's leaving all over my jeans.

"Damn," I murmur, still flicking my tongue over her nipple. "You're dripping on my jeans. Do you know how bad I wish I was sucking on your cunt right now?" I groan. "Fucking hell, sweetness. You're killing me here."

"Jesus Christ," Vik growls.

Anastasia rips her tit away from my mouth and brings her mouth to mine. She's playful and sensual. My cock is rock-hard and leaking.

I'm so enthralled with the feeling of her slick coating my fingers and her tongue in my mouth that I missed her handling my belt and the button on my jeans. Her warm hand slides down the front of my jeans, cupping my cock as her other hand teases the zipper down. Her soft fingers caress my shaft in a way that speaks of experience. It makes me want to tease and torment her body until she's screaming for me.

I'll make her forget anyone else ever touched her. I mean, I guess she can remember Vik, but only if he stops being such a dick.

Anastasia runs the pad of her thumb over the weeping slit of my cock. It makes me thrust up into her grip. My palm brushes her clit as she rides my hand, it's incredibly fucking hot.

"You are going to fuck me, right, Wolfe?" she asks, licking her way down my neck.

My dick pulses in her hand. The little vixen smiles against my throat. My chest heaves as I try to hold myself back. I don't think she's got a clue how close I am to snapping.

"Guess what, Vik," she calls out as she jerks me withjustthe right amount of pressure. "You get to watch me fuck your packmate. Too bad it'll be the closest you'll get to my pussy again. Enjoy the show."

A sick thrill runs through me seeing the look on his face. He looks like he wants to rip my beating heart out of my chest and simultaneously spank Ana's ass red with the other hand. I'm pretty sure he's daydreaming about fucking her in a puddle of my blood, and it only makes me harder because his envy is plain to see.

She's taunting the beast.

I can't decide if I'm impressed or concerned that she can't see how dangerous it is to taunt an alpha who thinks of her as his omega.

I have no doubts they'll eventually figure their shit out, but in the meantime I'll soak up the perks of Ana trying to piss him off.

Wait, is she just trying to make him jealous? Is this a product of her heat and nothing else? Ohmigod, does she even like me?

My abs flex as I bump her back on my thighs. She's staring at my cock like Christmas came early. At least she wants my dick.

I'm actually not sure that's a win. Holy shit, why am Istillquestioning myself?

Ana throws me off kilter. I know I'm a motherfucking boss.

Vik curses under his breath and the truck finally moves. I failed to realize we never started moving.

Ana maneuvers her hands down my jeans. I push up enough that she can give my shaft some breathing room from the zipper. Her legs are spread wide over mine. The way her dressslides around her hips as she grinds over my hand makes my cock pulse. The look of desire on her face makes my heart beat like a drum. She's so fucking pretty it takes my breath away sometimes.

It takes me entirely too long to realize this little omega is completely running the show. I pull my fingers out of her soaked cunt.

"Lean back," I bark.

Ana jolts. Her back falls to the seat in front of her. I yank her thighs apart further, pulling her ass to me. I kinda want to punch myself in the face, but I still remove her hand from my cock.

"Spread those thighs wider," I growl. "Keep your hands right here." I lay her hands on her thighs.

Anastasia's chest heaves. Her hooded eyes are glued to my cock. My knot is fully swollen and throbs like a bitch.

Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I give it a playful jerk. Ana whines. My free hand lands on her hip. She's so wriggly that I have to pin her in place or she's about to set off my impulses. It's illogical as fuck, but my system is convinced she might try to escape. That absolutely cannot be allowed to happen.

My fingers dig into her soft flesh as my other forearm flexes. I really start to jerk myself off. Anastasia watches with a look of hunger and desperation that makes my tip leak pre-cum.

"Wolfe?" The question is clear in her voice.

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