Page 69 of Forgotten Queen

“I don’t.” My strong protest was undercut by a moan.

“I can change your mind.”

Cocky bastard!“I’ll just finish myself if you won’t.”

I lowered a hand to my clit, determined to get the relief I craved.

Or tried. The second my hand came within reach of it, Cole let out a growl and pinned my wrist to the tiled wall. The other hand met the same fate. He looked up at me, yellow eyes flashing in challenge.

“You’ll come when I say so, little wolf, and not a moment before.”

I shivered again. There was no one else I would tolerate this from.

Yet the raw dominance contained in Cole’s words was a potent aphrodisiac.

“You’re not going to leave me on the edge again, are you?” I hissed, recalling our dream encounter months ago. Dream Cole had used the same method of torture. Of course, at the time, I hadn’t realized it had really been Cole.

“I might.” Cole laughed against my thighs, enjoying having me at his mercy. “But since you saved my life, I suppose I can be magnanimous.”

He returned to the task with renewed vigor, and I almost lost my footing. “I’ll keep that in mind.”Save the King of Hell and get your rocks off with him. Solid trade.

He kissed me like a dying man and I was his only chance at salvation. My moans grew more frenzied, my orgasm building and building.

I said I wouldn’t beg.

I lied.

“Please,” I cried. “Please, please, please.Don’t stop.”

And then, finally, he granted my request. My orgasm slammed through me, an electric sensation that turned my whole body into a supernova. Cole didn’t let up, making me ride the wave of pleasure out over and over while he continued to suck and lick and slam me over the edge.

I slumped against the wall.

Cole lifted me easily, shutting the water off as he carried me out of the bathroom. He tucked me against his chest, a brief reprieve. The warmth of the hearth filled the room, the flames the only light in the space.

That was fine. My male was meant to be looked at in firelight.

He set me down, the heat from the fireplace drying our still-soaked figures.

I might have come, but our evening was far from done. We stood for a moment. I inspected the male in front of me the same way he looked at me. My Alpha.My King.

While I might have found release, Cole had had no such pleasure.

Something I intended to fix.

I might have been a virgin, but I’d be damned if I was going to get a reputation for being a selfish lover.

I pushed Cole back onto the couch and then sank to my knees in front of the male. My face level with the hard erection that had pressed against me so many mornings, a tease for my dreams to chase down. He waslarge. I didn’t exactly have a lot of frames of reference, but even with my shifter healing, I’d be walking bow-legged tomorrow if that thing went inside me.

Who was I kidding? There was noif. No regrets,he’d promised. And going one more night without knowing every inch of Cole would be an unforgivable mistake.

“You don’t have to,” he said, his voice roughened by lust.

“Just try and stop me.”

I grasped his erection in my hand. It seemed to dwarf it, my fingers unable to even fully wrap around it. A bead of precum appeared at the tip.

Mine.

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