Page 50 of Sold Wolf Slave

I growled, pressing my mouth against hers, needing to taste her, to have every inch of her. Her fingers continued to stroke, fueling that need and craving. All the frustration and worry I felt over her, I channeled into those kisses, the way I gripped her, the way my teeth bit gently down on her lip.

I lifted her up off the counter, keeping her in the air, her breasts level with my face. I bit one nipple gently, grinning around it as she bucked slightly in pleasure. My cock twitched once again. Without giving her warning, I impaled her on my cock, taking pleasure in the gasp that escaped her as her legs tightened around me and she grinded up and down my dick, hips moving in time as I bucked her up and down.

I thrust into her, grinning as she gasped, the lust in her eyes telling me that she was already craving more. She bit her lip, that burning need in her eyes driving my own lust and craving. Her breaths grew ragged again, her grip on my hair tightening as her head lolled back as she got close again.

One more thrust was enough to undo her. She screamed, and I felt her muscles clench around me as she came for the second time. I stifled the scream with my mouth, silencing her as I continued to pump in and out of her. Her body writhed beneath mine as I held her in place, squirming in a way that only excited me more.

I could feel myself getting close, and I held on, waiting until her own orgasm had finished. The moment hers hadfinally begun to subside, the pressure and need for release that had been swelling inside me exploded. My cock twitched and spasmed as I pumped in and out of her, slowing as I finished filling her with cum.

Slowly, I lifted her off me and put her on the floor. We stared at one another for a long moment, much like the first time. Except now there was a charge in the air. The first time had been a fluke. We could chalk this time up to heightened emotions, but it wouldn’t be the whole story, and both of us knew it.

But neither of us wanted to talk about that. There were other, more pressing things on both our minds.

“I’m sorry,” she finally said. “I shouldn’t have gone.”

“At the very least, you could have told me,” I said. “If you were so hellbent on going, if you had told me, we could have come up with a better plan.”

“I didn’t know if you would let me go,” she admitted. “I couldn’t risk it.”

I let out a sigh and pressed my forehead to hers, my arms slipping around her. “I just wish you would trust me,” I said.

She took her own deep breath, pulling away to look me in the eye. “Give me time,” she said. “I’m trying.”

That was really all I could ask for. I gave a short nod, letting my hands fall back to my side. I watched her as she bent down to grab her skirt. As she slipped it on, she turned back to catch me staring at her.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

“Besides, how I desperately wish you weren’t putting on clothes?” I asked, earning a wicked grin.

“Besides that,” she confirmed, though not without a coy smirk of her own.

I flashed her a smirk, then sobered as I took a deep breath. “You’re not going to like what I have to say,” I warned.

She stiffened. After a long moment, she turned so she was facing me. Apprehension and suspicion filled her gaze as she stared at me, her mouth becoming a cautious frown as she studied me.

“What?” she asked. “If this is about Morgan—”

I shook my head. “It is, and it isn’t. Mostly, it’s about you.”

She stared, her jaw tightening. Not necessarily from anger, but more in fear, as if she knew that whatever I said, it was going to be bad.

“What?” she repeated.

“We’re going to need to get you out of here as soon as possible. Through the portal.”

She shot to her feet, eyes wide as she shook her head. “No, you can’t do that. I can’t leave here without Morgan.”

“Cain is going to find out what we did,” I said. “He’s going to come after you. You know that.”

“We made them forget,” she said. “And Morgan wouldn’t say anything.”

“We can’t guarantee that.”

“I don’t care,” she said. “Let him come after me all he likes.”

I came around to stand in front of her. She gave me that defiant look that normally drove my wolf wild, but this time wasdifferent. I hated that I had to do this to her, but I knew it had to be done, even if she hated me after.

“Listen to me,” I said. “He’s going to come after you. He knows what we’re doing here. The longer you stay, the more likely it is that he’s going to come after you as a way to get to us. And the second he has you under his thumb, he’s going to use his hold on Morgan against you and vice versa.”

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