Page 22 of Come for Me
Before I can make my move, Dax hums deeply in approval at my intent. “Soon.”
While he can’t hear my thoughts, my intentions are bare to him, and I curse myself for forgetting that.
I submit to his thrusting fingers. He’s rolling my orgasm into multiples, increasing my pleasure to unknown heights. My wolf bends to his desires, sending astonished moans from my lips as he takes over and tweaks my sensitive clit.
It’s as if he’s studied some secret manual on all the ways to elicit intense pleasure from my body. He’s astonishingly skilled.
He’s made for us.
Even I haven’t forged the pleasures he easily inspires from within me. It was as if he’s studied all his life, learning how to make me implode.
Perhaps this is your torture for keeping him waiting for so long, my wolf muses.
That thought is met with an onslaught of sensation only he knows how to produce.
He circles his thumb over my bud, applying maddening pressure before inserting his fingers deep again and curving against my g-spot.
If his fingers feel this amazing, how good will his cock feel?My wolf howls at the thought as I moan.
“You’re incredibly sexy when you’re coming for your king,” he breathes.
I need his body on mine more than I need the air I suck into my lungs. My body responds to him like a siren’s call. It’s impossible to deny the attraction and magnetism in his orbit. He draws me to him, and, like an addict, I need my next fix—even then, it’ll never be enough.
Only he can forge an orgasm within me, and I need it. Need the release. Need him.
It’s inevitable and impossible to fight against the passion he ignites. I have no control over the sensations he elicits from me.I crave them.
His hand travels from my ass to my nape, fisting handfuls of my brown hair as he holds my head still. The pain from the pull on my hair coaxes mews from me as my leg hooks around his hip. My wolf, no longer able to withstand the distance, has me almost climbing his frame. I need him deeper, more than just his fingers fucking me. I needhim.
For a moment, the thought scares me but then the weight of his erection throbbing against my stomach distracts me. Theheat from his dick is maddening as his tongue laps from my shoulder to my ear.My body craves for his cock to stretch and fill me, claiming me as his.
I strain on tiptoes toward his touch, my hand free from my clit’s demands clawing at his neck, trying to grab ahold and claim what is mine.His teeth graze the spot between my shoulder and neck. The hint of pain hits like a bolt of lightning, bringing me back to my senses. My path to blissful oblivion is halted by the pressure of his canines. Panic registers as I realize he’s going to mark me.
No!
Against my better judgment, I push him away. My wolf whimpers, instantly missing his touch.
I almost lost everything.He almost took everything.One bite and I would have been taken away from my home, my family, friends, and what’s left of my parents. I’d lose myself.
I use that fear and my pent-up sexual frustration to fuel my anger so I can muster the strength to tear myself away from him.I can’t think when he’s this close to me.
“Get away from me.”
Chapter Seven
Dax
My canines retract back into my gums, as I’m dumbfounded at her rejection. I roll my neck out of frustration, having been so close to marking her, and my cock is still rock hard.
This little wolf is testing my control tonight. Twice, she has denied me, and she was at my limit the first time. It takes all my strength to hold back my wolf from claiming her, biting her neck, and burying my cock to the hilt inside her.
If I couldn’t smell her desire, her words would’ve gutted me. She can feel the pull of the bond as much as I can. My dick twitches as I think about the sparks emanating between us, her little moans as I touch her sensitive bud, and how her body is wet with need at my mere presence.
Wanting nothing more than for me to claim her, she was ready to be spread open for me and scream for her king. Her wolf begs for it.For me.
Chills roil through me as I think about how she shivered as I sucked on the spot where I intended to mark her.
Where that mutt tried to take what belongs to me.
