Page 24 of Come for Me
A low growl of approval leaves my throat at how her body responds to me.
Laying claim to my mate and decorating her neck with my mark places her at as much risk as leaving her bare does. Her hesitation and resistance are an unexpected concern. Most she-wolves throw themselves at my feet, yet this little one fights me, pushing me away and denying our bond. Yet she would have let the mutt mark her. I need to understand why.
My little mate is not ready to be claimed. She’s young. I’ve had years to contemplate her existence and our mating. But that does little to ease my decision. I have many enemies in our world. With vampires and rogues teaming up, the kingdom is in uncharted territory. I still don’t know their intentions. I could be throwing her directly into their path by signaling who she is. There’s too much risk, too many unknown factors and hidden intentions to unearth. As my mate, she is a target but, left unmarked, she’s vulnerable. There’s no easy option.
The little wolf before me is the source of my strength, but she is also my greatest weakness. I can’t afford to hand over such a tantalizing pawn to use against me. I stand behind her, bound by duty to the throne and kingdom.
She can keep her secrets.For now, I’ll just have to mark her in other ways.
“Put your hands on the rock. Ass out for me.”
Her lips part and eyes widen in astonishment at my command. I stand back, stroking my length to the sight of her perfect hourglass body. It’s enthralling watching her do as I say, her obedience sweeter than the thousands of others who would bow before me with a lift of my brow.While they bowed to their king’s orders, she stands against them. She challenges me—the only one to defy me.
The Moon Goddess created a match for me, and a match, she is. Both her bold defianceandsubmission have my cock hard.
Feet shoulder-width apart, back arched, and her pink lips on display for me makes me practically combust at the sight.
Fucking beautiful.
“Good girl.”
I reach between her thighs, and my fingers are instantly coated.
“So fucking wet for your king,” I praise. I take my fingers soaked with her juices and press them to her mouth. “Open.” My fingers trace those plump, soft lips I want to sink my teeth into.
They part for me, granting me access to another one of her pretty little holes I plan to fill. Her tongue tickles my fingertips as it laps and sucks up her essence. The tease of what she desires to do to me is maddening.
It takes every fiber of my being to keep myself from pouncing on her. It’s not in my nature to go slow.
A slow death. Goddess, is it fucking killing me.
I growl, my wolf flashing thoughts of her lips around our cock.My wolf fights to mark her.
I remind my wolf the delay will be worth our torture.
Massaging the length of my fingers with her velvety tongue, she increases the pressure as I pull them from her lips, resulting in a pop of her mouth.
I trail my fingers between her breasts and over her soft curves. Delicately, I make my way down her mound and tease slow circles over her clit, and she releases her stifled breath. I concentrate on her throbbing bud. She breathes out once more, her body arching toward my touch.
Feeling her clit getting harder, my attention shifts to her neglected breasts.Such a shame they haven’t yet been properly worshipped.They deserve to be marked and tortured by my mouth and hands.
Leaning forward, my weight presses against her back, my free hand snaking between her form and the cool stone. My touch traces a path back over her hip and roams across to grab her breast. I palm her large bust with my hand, the soft, heavingflesh spilling over my fingers. Her breasts are larger than I can hold, and it’s erotically irritating when my large hands can’t grasp all of her.
I squeeze and knead, stopping only to roll and tug her nipples. Her head falls, and her hair cascades along the sides of her face like a waterfall. My fingers dig into her flesh, feeling the weight of her tit and how those perky bulbs heave with her moans.
Trailing my touch to the other, I palm and tweak her other nipple. The agitation amps me up further, causing me to be rougher. I draw moans from her lips, her hips wiggling back against my grip. Her hair swings as she rocks herself against my touch, trying to obtain more friction, submitting to the pleasure.
“Mm, yes, roll your hips for me like that, darling,” I moan. “Fuck,” I hiss at the sight of her rubbing her clit against my fingers.
My wolf is clawing at the surface, threatening to take control and rut her needy pussy to his fill.
I almost want to let her come as a thank-you for the private show, but my naughty little vixen needs a lesson from her new teacher.
“Now . . .”
My fingers slow to a torturous rhythm, enough to keep her right on the edge but not enough to send her over.
She whimpers and increases the rhythm of her hips.
