Page 47 of The Princess and the Pack

“One day I’ll take your cunt—soakmyself with you. I’ll stick my cock between these perfect tits and fuck them until I come apart. Mark you up with my scent so you know who you belong to.”

My eyes roll back, pleasure blooming everywhere. I’m so on edge that the right breeze might shove me over. How can he speak like this? How does he know what to say to make me this whimpering thing?

Sloan doesn’t offer me reprieve, rubbing his bearded cheek against my sensitive nipple before taking it into his mouth. He torments me—sucking and biting until I cry out over the sweet agony of being so frenzied.

“Please. Please.”

“No.” So cruel, this alpha, to withhold the pleasure he’s promised.

The raging heat in me travels to my consciousness. A haze—wildness—that is too familiar to me now. “Sloan,” I moan, my words slurring. It’s so dark, so dizzying, as he pleasures me and denies me all at once.

The blurry vision of my alpha is a masterpiece. His chest heaves like a predator who’s chased his prey through the woods. “Fuck, Ivy, your perfume is practically choking me. If I don’t taste you, I’lldie.”

Yes. Taste me.I turn my head, bearing my neck as a sign of my submission. I’m not even in my body any longer—just floating through every fantastical second of being suspended.

Sloan descends the length of my body, draping my legs over his wide shoulders and burying his face against my sex. I scream, unprepared for the wave of new and thrilling sensations of being feasted upon. Sloan devours me like he’s been starving for years and I’m a banquet laid out before him. His tongue works me over, savoring me as he groans and thrusts his hips against the blanket.

When he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, I combust like a roaring, raging fire—I feel nothing but the flame of pleasure.

Knot. I need a knot so badly or I’ll burn alive.

I call out to him—beg him for more even after he’s gifted me such brilliant bliss.

My alpha gazes at me from between my thighs with wildness in his hazel eyes. My release coats his mouth, soaking his beard as he grins in wicked victory. Sharp canines gleam in the light of the moon, and need rings anew inside me.

Claim.

I need to be claimed by my mate—desperately. So desperately my limbs are shaking as instinct rides me. I roll flat on my stomach, lifting my hips high to present my dripping cunt to him. The one he’s treated so well.

“Fuck!” Sloan roars, a triumphant sound as he scrambles behind me.

Fear no longer clouds my mind when he presses himself against my eager entrance. My alpha was made for me. Made to take me—to claim.

In one powerful stroke, my alpha sinks inside me, my screams muffled by the blankets. The stretch is both blinding and exquisite, as is the pleasure that blooms from being stuffed so full of him.

“Mine.”

And I am.

I’m his for all of time.

Sloan fucks me with brutal intensity, dragging his cock in and out of my cunt without pause. The serene sounds of the night are now tainted by the obscene slapping of wet, primal sex.

I’m little more than the pleasure he gives me—the haze stealing anything from my mind except the sensations our coupling ignites. His hands grip my hips so tightly, pressing bruises into my pale flesh as he ruts and takes what’s his. And when his fingers slide to my wetness, circling, I shatter completely.

“Alpha,” I weep, still starving for more.

He fucks me through the waves of my release—thrusting faster, harder—driving me toward the brink once more. “Perfect. My mate. Mine.”

My eyes are wet with tears that spill over the beauty of being handled by my mate. His sole purpose is to bring me bliss and I want him.Needhim to make this aching stop. To give me his knot and his bite.

“Claim me,” I weep, my heart pounding in anticipation.

This is right—natural. He and I are meant to be one.

“Ivy?” Sloan’s voice is hesitant, like some semblance of his sanity has crept in. We have no need for something as silly as doubt.

“Alpha,please. Bite!”

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