Page 45 of Taming of a Wolf

“I’m proud of you,” he rumbles against my lips, his big hands running up and down my ribs before his fingers toy with mynipple rings. My cock twitches and fills, and all I want is more. “You make a fine wolf. Tell me what you need, and it will be done.”

My mouth runs dry. I’ve never felt good about asking for what I need. I give and give until I have nothing left, and I’ve learned to live with going unsatisfied. I’m starting to suspect that’s why so many of my relationships have ended badly.

“Jamie?”

I clear my throat, trying to find my voice. I don’t want my relationship with Anders to meet that same fate. “I… I don’t want you to hold back. Be rough with me.”

A grin curls his lips. “How rough?”

“I don’t know. Spank me. Pull my hair. Throw me around. Bite me. I don’t care. I wanna see that animal in you come out.”

Anders looks uncertain. “But what if I hurt you without meaning to?”

“Okay. If it’s too much and I need you to stop without saying stop or no, I’ll say matcha. Or if my mouth is full,” I add, winking, “I’ll pinch your thigh.”

“Ah. I understand. You say matcha or pinch me, and I’ll stop,” he promises. “But until then?”

I grind against his hardening cock in invitation. “Don’t hold back. No more puppy dog Anders. I wanna see bad dog Anders.”

“Not a puppy,” he growls before crushing his mouth to mine and devouring me. My lips tingle as he nips at them, and I moan into his mouth when he shoves his tongue inside mine. The taste of liquor and something uniquely Anders makes me whine with need. My whole body aches for my mate, for his cock, for his touch and attention. With a low, hungry groan, Anders thrusts against me. Our cocks grind together, stiff and aching, slick with water.

Anders starts kissing his way down my throat, nipping my skin and smoothing over his love bites with his tongue. I rememberall too well what that tongue can do. I’m pliable and willing as I roll my head back, urging him to take more. Every part of me yearns to submit to him. I tip my head back, my instincts strong enough without my furs. A single word presses against my lips. I wonder how he’d react if I…

Growling low in his chest, Anders nips my collarbone.

“More,” I pant. “Please, Alpha.”

Anders freezes, his face hidden in my shoulder. My heart stops, and I worry I went too far.

“Call me that again,” he commands, voice unexpectedly raw. Sliding his hand lower, he cups my aching cock and strokes it.

Arching up, I gasp, “Yes, Alpha. Give me more. Right there.”

When Anders looks up, there’s a mischievous smile on his face. “Are you telling an Alpha what to do, pet?”

I play along, wriggling my hips. “Yeah. So what?”

His eyes flare a wolfish yellow, and he snarls, showing his sharp teeth. A large hand curls around my throat and squeezes. A gasp escapes me. His grip is strong enough to surprise me but not choke me. He very well could if he wanted to, but I’m not scared of him. I know he won’t hurt me. I trust him, and fuck, that’s so hot.

“I am your Alpha, pet.Youserveme. Understood?”

My cock throbs, my body aching to submit and serve him. Instead, I smirk and arch a brow at Anders. “Oh yeah? Make me.”

Anders curls his lip, jaw tight. I am still getting to know him, but he’s moody enough that I can differentiate between real anger and the faux outrage on his face. With one hand, he forces me to my knees. His thick, meaty cock makes my mouth water. “Shut your loose mouth and service your Alpha.”

My legs practically gape open at the demand, but I won’t make this too easy for him. My mate likes a challenge, after all. “And how am I supposed to service you if my mouth is shut,Alpha?”

Those eyes flash dangerously, and then his fingers are in my hair and tugging,hard.I gasp from the pain, but it only fuels my lust. Anders yanks on my hair, shoving my face in his crotch. The musky male scent of him makes my cock throb.

“I will not ask again. Swallow my prick until you’re gagging on it. I want to feel it buried down your throat.” He grasps his cock, smacking it against my cheek. “Are my instructions clear?”

“Yes.” I groan, damn near drooling with the need to suck him off.

“Yes, what?” he snarls, tugging my hair.

“Y-yes, Alpha.”

“Good, pet,” he rumbles, loosening his grip on my hair and stroking his fingers over my scalp.

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