Page 62 of Damaged Princess

The tender way he nuzzles his cheek to mine makes my heart race.

"I wish you had opened up to me more about your father," he says in between slow kisses that make my feet dig into his ass as I gyrate my hips.

My hand rubs over the back of his neck. "It's not really something I care to talk about."

I glance away, suddenly wishing we weren't locked together.

"No," Wolfe says, nudging my face back with his. "Don't hide from me." His huge palm caresses my face. "I want to be here for you."

"I know," I agree.

It's always been hard for me to accept help. When I was growing up there was a stigma. Don't let anyone know what's going on at home,or else.

It was a type of fear-mongering my father liked to use with me, specifically when I was little. He'd threaten the safety of anyone who learned his secrets. I tell Wolfe as much and regret it immediately. His jaw gets so tight I think it may break a tooth from grinding them together.

"I'm sure you feel the same way, but I'm really fucking glad that prick is dead. He gives all alphas a bad name."

"Gave," I correct mindlessly.

Wolfe's dark blue eyes stare into mine and he smirks. "I would have killed him for you, dollface."

"I believe you," I whisper, pulling his mouth to mine. His beard is short and scratchy as he tongues the fuck out of me. His knot thickens and swells again. "You're such a weirdo." I laugh. "That thought turned you on."

Wolfe grins. "So are you. You just got even slicker at the thought. Do you like knowing that I'll murder anyone who hurts you, Ana?"

I shake my head no, but catch myself. Wolfe is literally inside my body. I'm not going to lie to him. I squeeze my eyes closed and nod my agreement because I really do.

"I know you do, dollface. And that shit turns me the fuck on," he growls, shoving his tongue back into my mouth.

I've never had anyone in my corner. I believe Wolfe might hurt me from time to time sexually—in a way I'll definitely enjoy—but overall, I trust that he will always protect me. Which is strange because in general I don't trust anyone. Vik, Wolfe, and Rafe have looked after me from day one.

We kiss as he fucks into me in deep, rhythmic strokes that send the fog creeping in. I beg mindlessly through each earth-shattering orgasm.

Wolfe knows exactly how to pin me to the mattress to send my impulses humming in delight. One hand holds my hip while the other wraps around my throat. He's an expert at providing pleasure and the perfect amount of pressure.

The way his lower stomach grinds against my clit as he tightens his hold on my throat has me gasping and pleading for his bite.

Wolfe smiles, looking predatory as hell as his shoulders flex.

"Do you really want my bite, Ana?" he taunts.

I nod as he runs his thumb over my racing pulse.

"You'd never get away. If I bite you then you're trapped with me for life. I'll never let you go," he says, chuckling darkly. "What am I saying? I'll never let you escape either way. Do you really want a bond with me?"

"Yes," I beg, clawing at his ass and lower back. "Please, Wolfe, bite me!"

"I really hope you're not lost to the fog right now," Wolfe muses. He bumps my head to the side and licks over my throat. "Because if you are you're going to be super fucking pissed at me in a few days when you're clear-headed."

"Wolfe Alexander," I snap, digging my nails into his ass, "bite me, now!"

See, I'm forming coherent sentences,andI remembered his last name. I'm totally not lost to the fog.

"Aww, fuck," Wolfe groans. "I really like it when you're bossy. Fuck yeah, dollface. Tighten that sweet little pussyjustlike that."

Wolfe snarls as he strikes the skin of my throat, biting viciously. I'm not sure which way is up as I get slammed with a wave of lust and longing so potent it takes my breath away. His tongue teases over the bite in the same way his pelvis tantalizes my clit, causing me to come with absolutely no warning.

"Scream for me, Ana," he growls.

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