Page 59 of Wolf’s Fated Bride

I spread my legs.

“Is that all?”

More mating scent. It’s a hammer on my head. My body responds the same way. A hot ball of liquid fire in my belly drops, then spills down my thighs.

I’m mortified. I had no idea a male could summon my heat in such a way that I feel I’ve lost control. I’ve never experienced heat like this before, or been this desperate for a male. My body is a shameless hooker, and my brain is trying to preserve some dignity.

Which it can’t. I just want him to get on his knees and relieve me. That beard would feel amazing rubbing against my opening.

“Remember how I told you I wouldn’t beg?” he growls.

I nod.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, Alpha, I remember.”

“I lied. I would beg for a taste.”

“Then get on your knees and beg,” I tell him.

“I’m looking for Please, Ash, get on your knees and lick me.”

I pinch my lips together.

Ash smiles and releases more of his mating scent. I sweat profusely, willing my body not to invite him again, but nature takes its course just as the Moon surrenders to the flames during the fire moon.

“Please,” I utter.

Ash drops to his knees. “Look at me.”

Fire has completely engulfed his eyes. No sclera, no pupil, just a red flame.

Ash picks up my leg and kisses my ankle. “I’ve been wanting to make out with your pussy since I met you, little wolf.” He licks my omega honey up my leg all the way to the source. A claw extends, and he slices off the panties to expose what’s underneath.

Ash looks up at me. “You’re very swollen.”

I clear my throat. “I imagine so.”

He leans in and kisses my mound. “I have a cure for this.”

“I know, but the answer is no.”

“You tell me no, but your body screams yes, so pick another word that means no.” Ash licks my thighs. “I need the word before I start making out. I’m not a man of steel. My will isn’t iron. In fact, when it comes to you, I have no willpower at all. No sanity left in me. I look at you, and I think you’re mine.” He swallows. “Please,” he says, but it sounds suspiciously like an order.

“You must learn how to beg,” I say, breathless, watching him about to go down on me.

“Are you attracted to males who beg?”

I shake my head. I’m an omega wolf. I yearn for a commanding male.

“Then give me a word.”

I thread my fingers through his hair and nudge his head forward so that he breathes on my swollen bud.

“The word,” he says firmly.

“Red.”