Page 63 of Wolf’s Fated Bride

“I think you need a good slut right now,” I tell him.

Ash growls.

He likes that. I lock my legs behind his back, anticipating the full-blown knot that’ll lodge itself inside and connect us for a long while. I anticipate the pain as it will stretch me so good, I might cry tears of joy. Ash kisses me as he fucks me faster.

It feels intimate, more intimate than I expected. His mating scent grows bolder, more aggressive, with a hint of spice this time, making it heavier in nature. I hug him, wrapped around him like a blanket while he moves over me and kisses me. It’s almost like we’re making love.

We’re not, though.

We’re not lovers.

He’s Ash, and I’m Runa, and we’re not a thing, even though it feels good between us.

Ash moves faster. I come again and bite his bottom lip. Marking an alpha male with a bite is a no-no, but here we are. And since I’ve already crossed the line, I bite down harder and draw blood. Ash’s blood burns as hot as fresh coffee laced with copper as it trickles down my tongue. I lap at it, but Ash’s growling tells me I should stop.

He didn’t like me biting him. It’s making him aggressive.

I lick his lower lip to help it heal, but then I bite him again. It’s as if I can’t help myself.

Ash empties inside me and lifts my knee up to make more room for himself. Then he lets go of the control he has over his knot. It blows up inside me, and I gasp at the size of it. My channel struggles to stretch around the ball.

My back curves, pushing my breasts into Ash’s face. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks on it while rolling my other nipple between his fingers.

I keep coming, releasing more heat around his knot to lubricate the passage. I can’t stop coming. Tremors shake me, and I hum in the back of my throat. “Wha…what is happening?”

“We’re having a hell of a night, little wolf. Your body knows to surrender. Capitulate. Tell me you surrender.”

“I surrender.”

Chapter 26

Ash

She likes the knot. Her eyes aren’t hazel anymore, but back to her natural blue color, which tells me I’ve sated the hunger of her heat. At least for the time being. She’ll stir again soon enough.

I lift her breast and kiss the top of it. These breasts are gorgeous. Her body is incredible. Runa is an eleven out of ten. At least in my opinion, and since my opinion is the only one that matters, it is a fact.

She digs her heels into my ass before reaching for the bag of cheese on the floor. She peels off the wrapper and offers me the first bite. This small gesture reflects her selfless and generous character.

I can tell by how she treats her family members. Runa Stormcrest is a loyal wolf. If she commits herself to someone, she will make a wonderful wife. Hmm. It’s something I should consider. I like her far more than I’ve liked any other person before. Generally, I’m not a fan of people. The fact that I’m a fan of hers is something I shouldn’t take lightly.

Eleven out of ten. Admirable character. The daughter my enemy would hate to have to give up. Hmmm.

“What are you staring at?” Runa asks before she chews on the yellow strip of cheese instead of the white one.

“Just admiring your rack.”

When she laughs, her channel tightens around my knot. I groan and scrub my face. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Why, thanks, Ash.”

“I like the sound of my name when you say it that way.”

“Ash,” she repeats.

I kiss her nose. “So cute when you’re not angry with me.”

The cheese gets stuck in her throat, and she coughs. I flip us over so she’s straddling me and pat her back.