Page 49 of Son of a Witch

“Don’t you dare, Little Wolf.” His deep menacing rumble almost tipped me over. I bit my lip and held onto the edge with him.

Fuck, well if I had to wait, then so did he. “What are you doing now, my wolf?”

He groaned and I heard the movement of his hand fisting his cock quicken. “Lifting you from my lap and throwing you onto the sofa. Shredding your clothes from your body.” I didn’t know he had such vicious intent. “Mounting you. Pinning you down. Biting you all over. Mating marking you.”

“How am I lying?” I breathed heavily down the line, eliciting a long groan from him.

“You’re on your belly and I’m taking you from behind, your hands above your head.” His growl told me he was part beast.

“Oh, God, Raze, I’m close!” I loved it when he rested his weight on me and flattened me into the mattress and left me an utter mess.

“Don’t come until I tell you to.” I almost shattered at his hard command.

Barely holding on, I slammed my eyes closed, worked my lip with my teeth, slowing down my relentless strokes on my clit. Shit, this was going to be hard. He flung me into the sun and burned me, and my three men outside getting off on watching me pleasure myself got me supernova hot and needing to spill.

Knoxe thumped on the window, and my eyes flew open, zoning in on him. He pronged his fingers at me, then his eyes. He wanted my gaze on them. The three of them jerked off in the corridor in time with my pleasure, and my eyes jumped from each of them, pumping their shafts, Knoxe and Pascal needing to lean on the Plexiglass for support.

Raze’s breaths came short and sharp and I knew he was close to the edge. “Come, Little Wolf.” His command detonated my explosion.

I cried out his name at the same time as Knoxe’s squirted his load all over the Plexiglass. Shaking over my finger, I slumped in my chair, enjoying as Tor and Pascal came apart right after me. Satisfied and floating, I gestured at my men, making them frown and I repeated the motion. Finally, they registered my meaning, Knoxe scrawling I love you with his cum, Tor smearing my nickname, and Pascal shaping a heart with an A in it. So. Fucking. Hot.

“I love hearing you scream my name,” Raze murmured, and I pictured him painting my name on his stomach.

“Don’t go,” I murmured, lost in my post-sex daze.

“I don’t want to, believe me, Little Wolf,” Raze growled like the frustrated Lycan he was. “But Ben probably wants his phone back.”

“He’s taking a cigarette break.” I tried to stall my mate as long as possible. “Don’t you dare gang up and make me feel like a booty call... booty phone sex... whatever it’s called.”

He snorted a laugh. “You’re more to me than that and you know it.”

Sparks burst from my heart hearing him confirm it. Out of all my mem, he might be the only one who stuck around on the outside. The thought had my heart dive to my feet.

“Want me to call you tomorrow?” Raze’s gruff timbre called me out of my depressed thoughts.

“Every damn day, mister!” I growled back at him.

He rumbled with laughter. “My mate is so demanding.”

“Damn straight” He wasn’t here, and I’d take whatever contact I could get.

“I hope you get a lead on the box.”

“If it isn’t already destroyed.”

My body chilled over at the thought. “Please thank Luna for being a star.”

“I will.” His gruff cadence roused me from my haze.

“Call me when you get the chance. I love you my big, cuddly, bad wolf.”

He hummed but the sound didn’t come across as happy. Miserable like a dog left at the pound by its owners. Cracks ripped through the middle of my heart.

Ben returned with a fresh cigarette pasted between his lips, flashing me the round-it-up signal with his finger.

“Gotta go, my wolf,” I whispered on the verge of crying to let him go a third time. “Bye. Love you.”

Raze let out a pitiful howl that tore me in two. “I love you, Little Wolf. Thank Ben for me.” He cut the call before he lost it and howled louder.

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