Page 39 of Marked for the Pack

“Your alpha-bark won’t work on me, you know. I’m just a half-breed.” She crossed her arms and looked away.

Once her wolf came out to play, her animal side would put to rest all her fears about her half-breed status. The witch of the woods could shift, even though she was also a hybrid. That gave me hope for Freya. But until then, I could address the other part of her fears.

“You think that makes you unworthy? No. But… before you can join the Howling Echo, you need to learn to obey your pack alpha.”

As the dangerous edge of my tone hit her, she shivered, and I scented her arousal again, even as her expression shifted first to pensive, then to stubborn. She didn’t want me to be the sweet gentleman that Flint was with her. That wasn’t what turned her on about me.

She’d gone wild every time I’d pushed her — the first time on the kitchen table, when I’d denied her an orgasm for so long. The next time, when Heath and I took her in the woods near Alloy and reminded her she was ours. The time in the car when I’d made her come on my fingers before I showed her our den at Moonblessed. She loved it when I took control.

Just as I reached that realization, she confirmed it by looking up at me from under her lashes and saying, “Make me.”

I lunged at her, but she slipped beneath my arms, her body sliding against mine as she darted away. Unlike Heath, I wouldn’t let her get away. Before she could make it down the hall — was the naughty girl intentionally leading me toward the bedrooms? — I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall.

I hooked my hand under the hem of her shirt and tore it over her head, hearing the fabric rip as she fought not to allow me. She whirled to face me, and I pinned her hips against the wall with my own, letting her feel my arousal as I tore her bra off next.

Her eyes lit up, but it wasn’t with anger. Her lips parted on a moan as I ground myself against her. I placed one hand beneathher collarbone, pinning her to the wall as the other hand flipped open the button on her pants. I dragged them off her, along with her panties, and her eyes clouded over with desire. Her heat was drawing closer. I felt sure of it. But it wasn’t here yet, which meant she could still decide for herself what she wanted.

“Unbutton my shirt,” I demanded without bothering to use my alpha-bark, since it wouldn’t matter, anyway.

She glared up at me, but her hands went to the bottom button without protest. That confirmed it for me — she wanted this every bit as much as I did. Having her graceful fingers pulling my shirt away from my pants made me even harder. I couldn’t wait to be free of my jeans, so I unbuttoned them myself.

Flint’s worry through the pack bond caught my attention, and I sent him reassurances. No harm would come to Freya while she was with me.

Suddenly realizing she was only on the second button, I growled. She took her time, and I didn’t have the patience. I yanked the shirt open, and buttons went flying everywhere as she gasped.

I wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but clearly me kneeling before her wasn’t it, because her eyes widened as I grabbed her ankle and raised it to my shoulder. Pinning her hips to the wall, I set about licking the sweet wetness from her thighs. She was more than ready for me, but now that I knew how much it drove her crazy to wait and beg for her orgasm, I planned to draw this out.

I’d wanted this ever since I threatened her last night… And I was glad she’d managed to “win,” because I doubted any of us would’ve lasted those five days. Not that I’d ever tell her that.

“Gage,” she moaned my name, making my balls tighten painfully.

I wanted to sink myself inside of her, but I decided to worship her like she deserved instead.

Her wild moan ignited something inside of me, and I went to town, eating her out like a starving man. She moaned and cried above me, her legs trembling. Leaning forward, her hands came down on my shoulders, but I chased her pussy with my mouth even as her nails clawed my shoulders.

But I didn’t give her what she wanted. And when I stood up and wiped off my mouth, the wild look she gave me gratified me to the core. I’d done that to her. I’d made her lust for me.

“I’m still mad at you,” she growled. “Maybe even more than before. If you think this changes anything—”

I grabbed her up and threw her small body over my broad shoulder, making her yelp. I longed to bring my hand down on that tempting ass, but I’d promised never to hurt her. And I was too keyed up to be gentle right now.

“I’m not finished with you, princess,” I told her as I kicked open the door to her room.

Every night, I’d guarded her bedside in my wolf form. She knew it was me. I could see it in her eyes when she woke up. And it pleased my wolf that she trusted us enough to go back to sleep under our watch.

I’d wanted to do so much more than watch, so I wasn’t about to waste this chance. I locked down my control over the pack bond, refusing to broadcast anything to the pack like Flint had once done to us. None of them could know how deeply Freya affected me.

Waiting drove Freya wild, and so when I set her down, I forced her to her knees before me. Then I teased her lips with the head of my cock. I knew the words that would make more of that sweet wetness come gushing out for me.

“Open your mouth,” I growled.

Sure enough, I scented her arousal even more powerfully than before, even though her lips clamped tightly closed.

“If you want to come today, you’ll obey,” I reminded her. “Don’t make me say it again.”

She glared up at me, but her lips parted, and I savored that expression as my dick slid inside the wet heat of her mouth. It wasn’t where I wanted her, but I would remember this moment forever. Freya on her knees, glaring up at me as she sucked me as I’d ordered her to.

Her hand slid between her thighs and got soaked in her desire. Part of me wanted to deny her, but part of me loved seeing her touching herself while her head bobbed up and down my length. It proved she wanted this every bit as much as I did.

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