Page 11 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

It was past eleven at night when I was awoken by a parched feeling in my throat. I swallowed, but even my saliva must’ve dried up. I dragged myself to the jug Mary placed on my table and found it empty.

After indulging in a mental fistfight between my need for cold water and my fear of the males in the palace, biology won over psychology, and I pulled a knitted robe over me, wrapping it around my skin in hopes of reducing my scent.

I downed a full jug of water, feeling a short-lived relief as the cold liquid soothed the burning sensation coursing through my veins. I decided to fill up an extra jug to make sure I didn’t have to return to the kitchen before Mary came to help me out.

I was about to shut the refrigerator when the potent scent of sandalwood and white musk slammed into me, causing my wolf to almost surge to the surface. I whirled around to find Griffin standing at the kitchen entrance, watching me with predatory eyes.

Mine.

Red-hot beams of heat slammed into me, settling deep in my pussy, and I could feel my nipples harden instinctively. The kitchen suddenly seemed too small, and everything blurred except my mate.

His icy blue eyes glowed under the dim lights of the kitchen. Every slow step he took in my direction made me feel like a hungry beast who had meat dangling in front of them.

Impatience swept through me, and I let My wolf win, eating up the distance between us in one large step.

Our lips collided in a fight of passion the moment we touched, setting off a wild display of fireworks inside me. No words were exchanged. None was needed. Our tangled tongues and limbs tearing at each other did the talking.

Griffin hoisted me up, wrapping my legs around him, and I found myself grinding shamelessly on his erection. He growled into our kiss and tilted my head to the side, deepening the stroke of his tongue and tasting every corner of my mouth.

Caution yelled at me, warning me of the dangers of my decision and the fact that his mating ceremony was only a few hours away, but its voice was muted behind heavy breaths and deep groans.

I don’t remember Griffin moving us, but I suddenly felt my back pressed into a soft mattress. The overpowering scent of sandalwood let me know I was in his room.

He only broke our kiss long enough to take off his shirt, and my mouth instantly watered at the sight of his naked body.

Every inch of him was carved to perfection and the proportions were just incredible. If Michelangelo were still alive, I had no doubt Griffin would give him a hard-on.

I reached up and pulled him back into me, loving the feeling of his weight almost crushing me. His kiss became more urgent, and the next thing I heard was fabric ripping in the distance before cold air kissed my skin.

I was completely naked beneath him, and he drank me up with his eyes.

“So beautiful,” he muttered before dipping his head to capture one peaking bud between his lips while his fingers played with the other.

My back would’ve shot off of the bed with the intensity of pleasure that coursed through me if not for his weight keeping me down.

“Griffin,” I moaned, scratching at his back and pulling him closer to me. Having his skin pressed against me was not enough. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him in my blood, in my veins, and circulating through me.

“Lift your hips for me, baby.” He ordered softly, and my hips were off the bed in a flash.

He pulled me to the edge of the bed, got on his knees and his head disappeared between my thighs.

His tongue licked from my arse crack to my clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and lapping at it like a starved animal.

I was a mess of unintelligible words and breathless pants beneath him as his tongue continued to administer expert ministrations to my hungry pussy.

I thought I was at the peak of pleasure till he slipped his fingers into me, stretching me out while he continued to suck on my clit.

“Griffin!” I was sure my moans echoed through the halls, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. He was the only thing I felt. He was in my head, in front of me, touching me, and consuming me. At this point, my body was a mere extension of whatever he willed it to be.

My orgasm slammed into me like harsh waves from the sea, and my hips shot off the bed tearing a cry of pleasure from the depths of my soul.

Griffin didn’t give me time to recover before he pulled himself up and slammed into me, tearing another cry from me, this one different from the first. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, and it felt like coming home after a long treacherous journey.

“Fuck!” His voice was strained like it took every bit of strength in him to say the word. “You fit me so well.”

He paused mid-stroke, rubbing slow circles on my clit and waiting for me to slowly adjust to his size. He withdrew slightly before thrusting back into me in slow shallow thrusts.

I could tell he was tethering on the brink of his self-control as his shoulders shook above me. I opened my eyes to find him watching me in a way he had never looked at me before. His muscles were tense, and the veins in his forehead looked like they would pop with the amount of concentration it was taking for him to remain in control.

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