Page 60 of Wolf’s Fated Bride

Ash opens his mouth and eats my pussy. He eats like a starving wolf, stretching his tongue all the way out and licking the hole and the clit at the same time while his beard scrapes my sensitive skin. I fist his hair as the pressure in my belly builds.

“I’ve got you, little wolf,” he says, then holds me by my hip and the back of my thigh so I won’t collapse when he makes me come. He buries his face between my legs and purrs loudly. The vibrations rattle my clit and break through the last line of defense between my sanity and Ash’s dominance.

A ball of heat I’ve held back from the day he arrived in our territory drops onto his tongue as I come, screaming at the fire moon shining through the corner of the small window to my right. The force of the orgasm makes my body undulate, my belly spasm, and my knees fold.

Ash holds me and licks with his eyes closed, purring violently over my pussy, making it produce more omega honey for him. I’ve never put out more heat or felt anything like this in my life, and by the end of his eat-out session, I can’t even stand.

The muscles in my legs give up.

Ash props me against the wall with one hand on my belly and one under my right thigh. He looks up, his entire face glistening with my cum.

“Can you walk?”

I shake my head.

“What was that?”

“No, Alpha,” I say.

“Good. Get on your hands and knees.”

He removes his hands, and my knees fold. I kneel in front of him. Wide shoulders, chest hair, and the biggest dick with the fattest knot I’ve ever seen. The moon has blessed me tonight.

“Is something the matter?” he asks.

“You have too much chest hair.”

“And I’m growing my beard back.”

“That too.”

“When you get on your hands and knees, you won’t see the hair on my face or chest. But now that you’re giving me blue balls, you will feel my palm on your ass and the knot when I stretch your little pussy.”

When I don’t crawl into my nest so he can mount me, he says, “Don’t make me count to three.”

Defiantly, I remain in place.

“Ah fuck, baby.” Ash grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into him, then wrestles me until he pins me down on hands and knees with the heel of his palm pressed against the side of my face and my bottom up in the air. He slaps my butt and bites my shoulder, then plunges into me forcefully, stretching me so much that I scream.

He stays there a moment before he glides halfway out. I don’t think he’s breathing. Ash removes his palm from my face and lowers his forehead to my hair. Now he breathes me in and moves slowly, teasingly, when I want him to ravage me so I can’t think a single thought. I want my brain completely empty. Of everything. I only want to fuck.

I wiggle my bottom.

That earns me a growl.

His hands slam onto my hips, and his claws dig in, making me yelp.

Ash fucks me slowly, his breathing steady. With his nose in my hair, every breath he takes, he’s breathing me in. Under him, I relax and listen to his steady purr as he moves over me.

While he fucks me slowly, remaining in control of his urges, a fire breaks out against the wall. It crawls up and over the ceiling, surrounding us. Ash intertwines our fingers and stretches out our hands to touch the fire. It licks my fingers, then parts away from them.

He drops my hand, and the fire licks his fingers and burns across his skin as if it’s made of coal.

He kisses me on the cheek and purrs in my ear. “If there’s a word you’d like to tell me, now would be a good time, because I’m about to knot you.”

I remain quiet.

“Good girl,” he says, then pulls my hips toward him, impaling me onto his knot, which I bet he inflated halfway in. My pussy tries to adjust to the new, bigger size, but his knot keeps inflating. It’s so big that accommodating it makes sweat break out on my brow.