Page 48 of Son of a Witch

Raze dove right in,setting my fire kindling with, “I’m sitting by the fire, stroking the sofa beside me, pretending you’re here.” I nearly broke at his answer, everything within me wishing I was there too. “I’m lifting you on my lap, stroking your back, biting you for being sassy.”

Flames licked at the log in my core, scorching it black. “Yeah?” I urged him on. I wanted to know every naughty little thought in his head.

“I make you go down on me for your insolence.” His voice went as low as it could. Rough and raw and the log in me caught fire.

“Am I bad and bite you?” Huskiness gripped my voice.

He groaned and I could tell he was getting hard. “Yes, you do. Naughty, Little Wolf. I tangle my hand in your hair for that and tug.”

My log went up in flames and my thighs crashed together, rubbing, burning for more friction. I twitched, my fingers curling into a fist, desperate to relieve the needy ache between my legs.

I watched the window, at my men chatting with Ben, Knoxe occasionally glancing inside. Hmm. I could afford a quick bit of nookie with my wolf.

Raze’s breathing sped up and the sound made me tingle all over.

“What are you doing now?” I matched him breath for breath.

“Touching myself,” he panted.

“Where?” I needed. Every. Little. Detail.

“Curling on my stomach.” He let out a pleased hum. “One hand on my cock the other sliding up my chest.”

Hot. AF. Turned out I liked phone sex. A lot. I would try to steal as much of it with him as I could.

“The way you drag your little claws down it.” His gravelly voice practically had me bursting and my legs sprang open. “Fuck, Little Wolf. Scratch me harder.”

My nipples stiffened at his rough words. I pawed one the way he would, roughly molding it in my palm, teasing the nipple, twisting it.

“Do you want me to draw blood?” I purred.

“Yes,” he barked gruffly.

I dragged my nails along my thighs mimicking the motion, needing to feel every sensation he did. “I’m lapping at your cuts.” A little depraved, but he healed fast and liked it. A lot.

“Fuck, I love it when you’re rough.” Throaty words lit me up hotter like my fire went from cozy cabin to bonfire. “Like a real wolf in mating.”

“Tell me more my mate,” I urged him in a low whisper.

“Touch yourself,” he growled.

“Already am.” I let him hear my sexy smile.

A glance at my men revealed Knoxe watching me, licking his lips and palming his cock over his uniform. Heat scaled as if I’d been thrown into a clay setting fire. Ultimate fantasies toyed at the back of my mind. My three men outside, forbidden to enter, watching me, playing with themselves as they delighted in my pleasure. Their cum staining the Watch Tower’s windows. Them writing my name with it. Oh, God, I read too many dirty dark romances.

“Where?” Raze demanded and I loved his enthusiastic demands.

“My breasts and between my legs.” Obediently, my hand slid lower, jerking at the buttons and drawstring of my prison uniform, removing the barrier between him and me. My hand coasted lower into my panties.

“You’re not to come until I do.” Oh, Raze the orgasm denier was back.

“What if I’m naughty, big wolf?” I goaded.

“I’ll bite you where you don’t like it.” My back arched at his threat. “I’ll spank your pussy until you’re on the brink and remove my hand.”

Knoxe had his cock out and Ben cleared out to give us privacy. Tor caught on and wheeled himself to face me. Pascal was the last to clue in, noticing Knoxe and Tor palming their heavy cocks, and his gaze shot to me. I squeezed my breast for them, crushing the phone to my ear with my other hand. That was enough to coax Pascal to join in on the masturbation session. Fucking hell this was so hot.

“Raze!” My pleasure scaled and I rocked my hips into the motion of my hand seeking more friction.

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