Page 69 of Stealthy as a Wolf

I wasn’t even aware of reaching for him when he quickly caught my wrist, holding me away from my prize. I scowled up at him, then snapped my mouth shut, suddenly horrified by being caught gawking at his dangly bits.

Don’t get me wrong, they were totally worth the stare, but a girl had to have some pride.

If you looked too eager, guys seemed to think they didn’t have to make an effort.

When I finally managed to tear my eyes away, I composed my face to an impassive expression, then raised an eyebrow at him. “Problem?”

His cock jumped once again, but I refused to be distracted.

Well, much.

This time, I was able to tear my eyes away after just a peek.

And it almost worked too, which I considered a win.

But by the time I managed to glance up at his face, his countenance had changed, the lust was tempered, and my gut clenched at the rejection.

“Maggie—”

“Don’t you Maggie me!” I glowered up at the asshole, but he kept talking.

“You deserve more than a quick fuck in a closet.” While his expression was regretful, his tone was firm, almost harsh, as if he was annoyed with himself.

The finality of his excuses sparked my temper.

“How dare you!” I marched up to him and gave him a sharp poke in the chest, taking satisfaction when my claw nicked his flesh. “You don’t get to decide when and where I’m allowed to have my orgasms. If I want to have one in a fucking closet, then I damn well deserve to have an orgasm in a fucking closet!”

“What?” Grady held up his hands and blustered, torn between amused and horrified. “I would never—I only wanted to make it special. I didn’t mean—”

“Whatever.” Unwilling to be appeased so easily, I crossed my arms, taking satisfaction when his eyes dropped to the way my exposed breasts were propped up like an offering. A muffled moan escaped him, and I repressed a smile when he unconsciously licked his lips.

I turned away, lifting my nose in the air, and sniffed, watching him from the corner of my eye. “If you want to make it up to me, you can kneel and give me the orgasms you just denied me.”

A look of consternation flashed across his face for just a second when he realized he’d been played, but it was gone in the next second, replaced by lust. His eyes roamed my body, and he licked his lips as his attention dropped to the pants I still wore. He pursed his lips, a flash of humor lurking in his naughty blue eyes. “As you wish…but it might be a lot easier if you were naked.”

I heaved a sigh, like he was stretching my patience almost to the breaking point, but a zing of excitement crackled across my senses. “Very well…but only as a favor to you.”

His lips twitched, and he nodded graciously. “Thank you.”

I didn’t even hesitate to strip out of my pants, jumping from one foot to the other in my rush to get naked. The pants barely hit the ground before I reached back and unhooked my bra, flinging it somewhere behind me, not giving a shit where it landed. By the time I straightened and shot him a triumphant grin, I was slightly out of breath and more than a little bit giddy.

Only for him to wrap his hand around my throat once more. He pushed me back until my spine met the cold steel of the door, where it burned against my overheated flesh.

Every ounce of playfulness vanished from his face, and he glared down at every exposed inch of me, once more the imposing alpha, lust giving his harsh expression an almost cruel cast. “I’ve followed your rules, but if you want your orgasms, now you’re going to have to follow mine. Don’t move.”

His grip tightened with almost bruising force around my throat, constricting my breathing. When he leaned closer, his mouth stopped just short of my lips. My breathing became ragged, and it was all I could do not to squirm. “If you move, I stop.”

Each word was like a caress…until I registered what he said. “Wait, what?”

But instead of answering, he slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of me. All thoughts vanished at seeing such a powerful alpha submitting to my command, his cock thrusting up toward me, strong and proud, as if begging for attention. My core practically gushed, and it was all I could do to not fidget.

I wasn’t even aware that I was holding my breath until he nipped my stomach, and the air whooshed out of my lungs in a rush. My pussy clenched at the heat of him. He was so close that I could almost feel his warm breath against my delicate undercarriage.

I braced myself, expecting him to dive right in, more than ready for my orgasms.

I was becoming addicted to them since meeting the guys.

But he ignored my center, reaching down to lift my foot and carefully setting it on a nearby crate. He swiveled my leg in a way that left me completely open and exposed to his gaze. My breath hitched, and I barely resisted the urge to tilt my hips to give him a better view.

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