Page 36 of Moon Destiny

I bit my lower lip. How to answer? Slowly, I shook my head.

“Little liar,” he rasped. He pinched my nipple hard, and I groaned. “You should never lie to the alpha.” He gave my other nipple the same treatment. “It’ll get you punished.”

Need pummeled me. “Please…”

“Please what? Punish you or fuck you?”

Oh god. “Fuck me,” I gasped.

“We’ll see. Take those panties off.”

I obeyed. Nude at last, I settled on my knees, aware my nipples were pebbled to impossibly hard points.

Still stroking himself, he put his free hand to my cheek and drew a fingertip down my neck to my breasts, where he lightly pinched my nipples one by one. He went back and forth, plumping the tingling points until I gasped and sat up straighter, feeling lush and decadent. Like a pet preening under her master’s attention.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, tracing lazy circles around my nipples. There was something like wonder in his voice, along with a tenderness that touched me in a way I couldn’t quite explain. He was undeniably commanding, but he was also…pure. Reverent. Like he couldn’t believe his good fortune.

He drew a ragged breath. “Beautiful.”

The praise warmed me. His touch made me lean toward him, desperate for more contact.

He gave it to me, trailing his hand down my stomach to the top of my mound. He dipped into the narrow space between my thighs, his fingertip teasing my cleft. “Smooth here,” he murmured.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He delved deeper and found my clit. “Nothing to hide your secrets.”

I bit my lip as my body lit up with hot, glowing pleasure. I wanted to rise and press my body to his, to find out if his skin was as warm as it looked. I wanted to kneel at his feet and take his cock in my mouth. I wanted so much I didn’t know where to start first.

He removed his hand. “Show me how wet you are. How much you want this cock.”

I spread my thighs, whimpering a little as I went.

He tsked. “You’ll have to do much better than that.”

I moaned as I opened my legs as wide as they would go. Now I was fully exposed, my sex spread in a brazen display. On impulse, I cupped my breasts, gently squeezing the swollen mounds. My nipples were pink from his ministrations, and I could feel hot moisture leaking from my opening.

His nostrils flared. He released his shaft, and we both watched as he stroked a single finger from my clit to my opening. I was soaked, and I gasped at the sound of his finger stirring me. My clit throbbed, the engorged bud swollen past its sheath. I rocked my hips forward, urging him to touch me where I needed it most.

Until now, he’d been calm. Totally in control. But that control was fraying, because his breathing grew rougher as he pushed a careful finger inside me. When I clenched around him, he groaned deep in his chest. More moisture swelled from his cock, which looked ready to burst. How long could he play this game?

How long could I play it before he drove me crazy? I was halfway there already, but I couldn’t help but wait for what came next.

Then he showed me.

Gaze on mine, he pulled his finger from my body and sucked it into his mouth. Spellbound, I could only watch as he licked his finger clean, his eyes drifting shut like he’d just tasted heaven. When he opened them, his beast stared out from the green depths.

The hair on my nape lifted as my body recognized the danger before me. As swiftly as it came, the fear ebbed away. This is our mate, my wolf assured me, using something deeper and more primitive than speech. But the message was clear. Hugh would never hurt us.

“Stay just like that,” he told me. Then he turned and went to the nightstand.

I did as he said, my thighs spread and hot moisture leaking from my sex. I was hyperaware of my body, from the rise and fall of my breasts to my hair tickling the small of my back.

He returned with a condom, and he stared boldly at my splayed sex as he clamped the wrapper between his teeth and tore it open. Just that one act cranked my need higher, until I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from begging him to hurry.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his voice guttural as he rolled the condom onto his shaft. His hand trembled slightly. “It’s going to be hard and fast and rough. So I’ll ask you one more time: do you want this?”

“Yes,” I said impatiently. God, why wouldn’t he just—

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