Page 47 of Betrayed Wolf Mate

I melted into him, letting his scent envelop me, but that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more of him. I fumbled for his jeans, wanting him to fill me, unable to handle his teasing any longer.

His hands gripped my wrists and pulled them away. I glowered at him, and he looked down at me with a confident smirk.

“Not yet,” he said. “I want to have my fun first.”

The words made my stomach clench even tighter, that fire growing, and I let him guide me by the wrist out of the entryway and back into the living room. We made our way to the couch, and he pushed me down, one strong hand gripping my breast and holding me in place as he lowered his head, nestling it inbetween my thighs. I was certain he would be able to smell my arousal. It was impossible not to.

He grinned up at me before bending his head. His thumb flicked across my nipple as his tongue ran along my slit, and I groaned.

“I love tasting you,” he said, licking his lips as he stared up at me from between my legs. He licked his lips before returning to the task at hand, his tongue teasing my clit with delicate flicks that made me squirm as that fire built inside me.

I pulled him up to me, kissing him as I worked at unclasping his pants. I could taste myself on him, and that alone was enough to make my wolf growl in approval. She wanted more, and so did I.

When he was naked, I took his cock in my hand, stroking teasingly.

“I’m not done down there yet,” he said with a groan.

I grinned wickedly. “Too bad,” I said, and ran my tongue up his shaft, making him groan again.

But he wasn’t going to give up. Instead, he yanked me to my feet, then lay down before pulling me on top of him. His tongue went back to my clit as I straddled him. I leaned forward, crawling down him to reach his cock. I grabbed his shaft, relishing the feel of it in my hand, and I began to stroke up and down slowly, drawing out every movement. Between my legs, his rhythm didn’t stutter, but his grip on my thighs tightened, making me almost laugh.

I ran my tongue along his shaft before taking him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his head as I heard him groan, the sound muffled by my pussy as he continued to lap at me greedily.

My head bobbed up and down in time with my hand. I could feel him responding, his tongue thrusting inside me faster and faster as the thumb on my clit sped up. The muscles in my body tightened as the sensation grew, making it nearly impossible to keep my own strokes even as his motions made my head swim with desire, the fire inside me swelling to what felt like impossible levels.

Then, just as I was about to break, he stopped. I snarled, turning to glower at him as he smirked back at me.

“I like drawing it out,” he said, tugging me by the hair so my back arched.

Unable to wait any longer, I spun around so I was facing him. I tried to guide him into me, needing him inside me. He smirked, teasing me at first, rubbing his shaft along my already wet slit and pushing the head against my opening. I growled in irritation, and he laughed.

“You and your teasing,” I said. “I swear to God, if you don’t—”

But my snarl was cut off, replaced with a cry of ecstasy as he slammed into me, pumping back and forth, bucking into me as if he were a stallion. I writhed delightedly, my hips bucking in kind as my toes curled more and more which each thrust. He felt incredible inside me, and all that mattered in that moment was him and me and our carnal need for each other.

One hand moved to my clit as the other grabbed one of my breasts that was bouncing with each motion. The intensity of his gaze would have been enough to unravel me, but the way his thumb ran along my clit as his other hand pinched my nipple, coupled with his thrusts into me, made the pleasure nearly unbearable. I moaned, panting, begging for that need to be satisfied while also never wanting it to end.

Eventually, it became too much, and I shattered. I screamed in delight, my hands digging into his flesh as ecstasy washed over me. I kept gliding in and out of him, letting the pleasure last as long as possible. And as I did, Sam groaned, his eyes closing as he finished inside me, filling me with his cum.

Panting, I smirked, leaning forward and kissing him, lingering there as long as I could. I wanted to stay like this forever.

In a way, I can, I thought, my eyes going to the gorgeous golden band now on my finger. I smiled.

Sam saw what I was looking at and smirked as well. “Guess we’ll have to tell everyone now,” he said.

“I guess so,” I agreed. “Do you want to go ahead and tell them now?”

“Hmm…” He looked me up and down, eyes drinking in my naked body, and I could feel his cock stiffening inside me again. “Not yet. I think we should do some more celebrating on our own first.”

I cocked my head, a smirk playing on my lips. “You’re not done with me yet?” I teased.

His hands went to my waist and gripped me tightly. “I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you,” he said, eyes glinting.

I leaned down and brushed my lips against his. “That’s something you’re not going to have to worry about, then. That’s the problem with fated mates. You’re stuck with me now.”

He beamed at me. “I think I can live with that,” he said.

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