Page 13 of Urban Gladiator

He clamped his hand around my body and speared two fingers into my pussy. At the unexpected intrusion, I moaned. “You’ll pay for that, witch.”

“Fuck off, wolf boy.”

I flew through the air before landing on the bed with a bounce. I was back in the red bedroom. Before I could compute what he was doing, he attached the cuffs around my wrists to the headboard.

I fought against the restraints, kicking at him with a snarl of my own.

He laughed, his eyes narrowed, and a devious glint in his gaze gave me pause. Whatever he was planning, I wasn’t going to like it at all.

He caught my flailing legs and bound them with rope so I was spread-eagle on the bed.

“Let me go,” I shouted as he climbed between my legs.

“It’s amazing to me that you believe you have control. You don’t. You are my prize to do with as I please, not the other way around. You have no say in anything. And if you think you can deny me your orgasms, I will make you my slave. Until a simple look from me will make you wet. Until you know that you won’t be able to come without my permission. Until you crave my cock and mastery. And then I won’t let you come until you beg me for it.”

“Never. I will never beg you for anything, wolf boy.”

A light of carnal challenge lit his ice-blue gaze. “We’ll see about that, witch.”

5

I was screwed.

Rowan joined me on the bed, positioning his enormous frame between my spread thighs. It gave me a moment to study him. In the arena, or as a wolf, he was striking. Without a stitch covering his muscular body, he was mesmerizing.

Acres of muscles upon muscles. With every movement, they flexed and rippled, and I wasn’t unaffected by him in the slightest. I might act as if I was, but it was all a ruse. Because my body adored his with its damn washboard abs and thick, muscular thighs. And let’s not forget his magnificent cock. My body wanted to rid itself of the dampener and come all over his massive dick.

Would it really hurt if I came? Did I really need to protect myself this thoroughly?

He cupped my drenched pussy. “Understand me, witch—”

“Ember,” I snarled through gritted teeth, interrupting him. I should turn him into a toad. But that would be insulting to toads.

“By the time I’m through with you, this body will recognize that I’m its master, and it belongs to me.”

“The hell it will.” But my words didn’t have their normal zing behind them. Because I didn’t know if I could withstand his erotic assault. Not when my body was already primed to detonate the moment my magic failed.

A slow, devilish smile spread, transforming Rowan into a sexy beast that took my breath away. “I’ll make you eat those words. But first, I’m going to eat your pussy to my heart’s content.”

I was fucked.

He lowered his body between my thighs. His face hovered over my sex, his expression ravenous. Like he’d been waiting to feast on my sensitive flesh for years and was finally getting his chance. His thumbs parted my folds.

He buried his nose in my pussy and inhaled deeply. It must be a wolf thing because I’d never had a man smell down there like he was scenting an expensive bottle of barrel-aged Scotch that had just been opened. He emitted a deep, rumbling growl from the depths of his chest.

And his eyes flicked to mine, but I was no longer staring at the man. The wolf liked the way I smelled. It was such a paradox. The man wouldn’t even call me by my name, regardless of the fact he’d screwed me twice already.

And yet with the wolf looking at me out of Rowan’s face, I knew he wanted me fiercely.

Rowan’s tongue shot out and lapped at my sensitized flesh. I clamped my lips together to cut off the moan. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing that his efforts brought me pleasure.

We were competing in a test of wills. And I wished I could be sure I wouldn’t break. But I’d never had an assault take place on my body quite this way. Especially when he switched back and forth between his human tongue and wolf tongue.

Because the wolf tongue put the human one to shame. My eyes slid shut as he plunged his tongue inside my sheath, fucking me with it.

Oh goddess! The pleasure built. Rogue waves slammed into my dampening spell. In wolf form, his tongue was like a second cock. It was almost as thick as his shaft and longer, so much longer than an average male tongue.

He had me writhing and straining for release.

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