Page 76 of The Wolf's Kidnapped Mate

“Fred,” I whined while working away his pants. He swept his fingers over the front of my panties, dragging a long moan out of me. “Freddie.”

His lips crooked into a smile. “Oh, I like the sound of that.”

“Really?”

He nodded while collecting my wrists and pinning them above my head. Blood rushed from my fingers into my arms, causing my limbs to tingle, butgoddess, I didn’t care one bitabout that while he was rubbing circles into my clit through my underwear.

I wiggled under his attentive exploration. “Why do you have to tease me?”

He hooked a single finger under the waistband of my panties and swept the digit through my smooth slit. My head dropped back to rest against the wall while my eyes rolled to the ceiling. Up, up, and away…

His breath came hot against my cheek. “Why do you have to look so hot while I do it?”

Nothing but a weak whimper surfaced. Words failed me. My whole body seemed to forget how to act, how to regain control. Nothing I did worked to resist his charm, and I found myself less eager to fight against it. More than ever, I wanted him to lead me into an abyss of pleasure, to explore worlds I had never dreamed of touching.

Another stroke widened my mouth. He swallowed my next moan with an ardent kiss, muting my whimpers with his tongue as he caressed my clit. Long strokes turned to reverent circular motions that made my nipples tingle and my core ache.

Soon after my panties were soaked, he tugged them away, breaking the kiss to watch his handiwork. His mouth slacked as he swept through my folds again, flooding his fingers with arousal, dipping each of them through my mess to widen my legs. I bucked hard through each swipe even as my knees threatened to give out.

My aching muscles begged me to lie down. But nothing could stop me from experiencing pleasure the way Freddie was handing it to me. Nothing could ever compare. I didn’t want to miss a second of his fingers trailing up my stomach to mybreasts. His soaked finger traced the tip of my nipple, swirling around the hardened nub with ease.

I whimpered as I watched him worship each nipple with slick fingers, every second spent under such conditions another metaphorical pin taken right out of my legs.

Without him touching my slit, I felt empty, a trembling mess of stammering words and broken moans. He nudged my cheek with his nose while his cock bounced into a full erect right next to my hip—and there was nothing I could do about it. Helpless whimpers turned to stuttering groans.

“Freddie, please,” I begged. “Freddie, I want you inside me. Stop teasing me. I just want you inside—”

A sharp gasp halted my plea as his fingers coasted through my slit and plunged inside me. His eyes came into view then, haunting orbs that reminded me of shimmering mint, of pale emerald. He held my gaze while he wove magic with his fingers alone, bliss coursing through my veins with every plunge.

Affection bloomed on his face. Devious heat stole his lips in the form of a playful smirk, one that promised to bring my orgasm. Each wave that came from his diving fingers sent me further over the edge. I was about to burst. I was absorbed by his controlled countenance, the dedicated furrow of his right brow and the brightness of his eyes convincing me of his commitment.

My brows parted as my knees finally gave way. Fred kept me pinned to the wall while he massaged my slit, sending shock waves through my core as he retained his pace. He didn’t stop until I was thoroughly shaken, until my legs wobbled, until my head lolled forward.

He caught me and rested my head on his shoulder as he scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom. In there, he rested me on my side, standing only to drop his briefs from hiswaist to expose more of his girthy cock. He crawled onto the bed, rolled me to my back, and massaged my shoulders.

Blood soon circulated back to my hands and arms. I smiled weakly up at him, eyelids batting wildly, breathing somewhat level. Goddess, this was pleasure beyond control. This was satisfaction that couldn’t possibly be replicated by a toy. With Freddie, I didn’t have to worry. I didn’t have to be bashful or hide my face.

He opened me up. He made me feel gorgeous while he massaged my most tender parts. And when he lifted my legs to scoot between them, I eagerly swept my wet slit against his cock, watching his shaft part my folds with a hungry grin. Every buck earned a harder thrust from him, a satisfying response that made me reach for his shoulders.

I tugged him close and wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing his white hair to one side so I could see his face. His expression didn’t waver from calm dedication, not until he positioned the head of his cock at my entrance and teased half an inch inside.

At first it was subtle. A little twitch of his brows. A slight vibration in his throat as he growled. It wasn’t until he pumped into me that his entire countenance shifted to surprise, the way his mouth dropped open as he looked down to see the way his cock reappeared when he reared back his hips. That alone could have made me burst at the seams.

But I held tight to his shoulders instead, following his thrusts with urgent bucks of my own, using my legs to keep him flush against me so he never pulled back too far. Sweat coated my stomach and chest. Freddie looked at me again while scooping his arms under me and hooking his hands over myshoulders, his darling eyes conveying every beautiful word we’d spoken at the altar.

I broke into a smile.At the altar.

Where he had held my hands. Where he had touched my cheeks.

Where he didn’t leave me.

He swept my lips into a heated kiss, unrelenting thrusts causing me to tighten around him, to cling for dear life as he bounced into me. Heavy grunts capsized his steady breaths, causing him to bow over me as he gripped my shoulders. Great zaps of electricity flushed my muscles and caused them to tense.

And then the room tilted. My chest ballooned. Every inch of me spasmed as my love, my light, thrust deep and clutched my flesh as he unloaded inside me. He reared back and pumped once, sending a blanket of white over my vision as I came with him.

I caressed his face, warmth echoing through my fingers and tingling as I touched his skin, traced his brows, studied the length of his nose with the tip of my nail. He opened his eyes, a sort of relief washing through his expression as he collapsed to his elbows over me.

“I love you,” he whispered.”

I gave him a trembling smile. “I love you too.”

No space existed between us. And why should it? There wasn’t a reason for us to ever part ways, to hold back from each other any longer. Freddie was my mate. He was my guardian and my protector, my light and my shadow combined. With him, my heart was safe. My spirit was calm.

With him, I would never be lost again.

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