Page 46 of Taming of a Wolf

I wrap my lips around the blunt head of his cock and suck until my cheeks hollow, bobbing my head. Anders sighs with bliss and grips the back of my head, urging me on. He’s one hell of a mouthful, so thick and wide. I want him in my ass, stretching me, filling me full to bursting.

Anders guides me, urging me to take him deeper, faster. His harsh grip on my hair prevents me from pulling off his cock. I’m trapped, and I love every second of it. Honestly, he could be rougher with me—I wouldn’t mind. I take in a deep breath through my nose and dive in, swallowing every inch of him until my nose is buried in his groin. I gag and pull off, but the second I’ve got my breath back, I swallow him down.

With a deep moan of approval, Anders rocks his hips, pumping in and out of my mouth. “Good, pet. So good to your Alpha. How much more can you take?”

“More,” I pant, kissing the head of his dick. “Use me, Alpha.”

And oh, he does. He grips my head in his hands and angles my face upward. Through streaming eyes, I watch as Anders smiles arrogantly, eyes dark with longing. He holds my face steady and thrusts deep, fucking my mouth. “Gods,” he says, groaning,“look at you. You were meant to serve. Why else would you look so good on your knees? Such a good little pet for your Alpha’s cock.”

His words stoke a fire in me only he can extinguish. I love being on my knees for him, love his hands on me, commanding and yet protective, love the way he uses me and gives me so much at the same time.

I go slack between his hands and let him use me, let him take everything he needs. It’s fulfilling in a way nothing else is, submitting to him, giving him pleasure. The room fills with the sloppy sounds of my sucking, Anders’s grunts and pants, and the water from the shower spattering on the porcelain.

“Almost there, pet,” Anders says, voice rough and breathy as he pumps his hips faster and faster. “You’ll take every drop. Swallow it down and thank your Alpha, won’t you?”

I moan my enthusiasm, drunk off the taste of his cock.

Suddenly, he yanks me off his cock by the hair. I whimper my disappointment, trying to lunge back in for a taste. Anders fists his cock and strokes it, his chest rising and falling quickly. “Open for me. Stick out your tongue.”

Panting, I obey. My heart races as I await his climax, hungering to taste him, to please him. Anders tangles his fingers in my hair and strokes his cock with his other hand. With an animalistic grunt, he throws his head back and snarls as he comes. Thick, hot ribbons of cum streak my cheeks, and I catch some on my tongue.

Anders pants above me, eyes wide and dark. “Good. So good. My perfect mate.”

His praise makes my heart sing. Anders swipes his thumb through the mess of cum on my face, then rubs it over my lips. I open for him and suck on his thumb, moaning as the taste of him bursts across my tongue. His touch is gentle as it weaves through my hair, his eyes soft and glowing with reverence.

“You’ve earned a reward for pleasing me so thoroughly.” Leaning down, he claims my lips, then helps me stand. We dry ourselves fast and, effortlessly, Anders carries me from the bathroom to the bedroom. Once we’re in my bedroom, my back hits the mattress, and Anders looms over me, powerful and all-consuming. My body hums with need, and I’m practically panting, out of my mind with want.

“It’s your turn, pet.”

Anders flips me onto my stomach and rumbles out a pleased noise. Grasping my cheeks, he spreads me open. His claws dimple my ass, and his body vibrates with a low growl, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I feel like prey, caught and ripe for devouring by a hungry wolf. I lift my hips, offering myself.

Anders’s growling only gets louder. His breath fans across my lower back, and when he puts his teeth to the meat of my ass, his fangs prick my skin. Wrapping a hand around my cock, Anders bites down on my ass but doesn’t break the skin. The wet warmth of his tongue laps over my hole, making my knees quiver. Whimpering, I push my hips back, urging him on.

He licks into me while he pumps my cock, reducing me to a writhing mess beneath him. That damn tongue. It puts the steamiest sex scene in any romance novel I’ve read to shame. It is surprisingly long, thrusting into me like a small, hot, wet cock. The slurping sounds escaping Anders as he devours me make my face burn hot. When he stops licking at me, I groan my disappointment. The combination of his hand and that sinful tongue is almost enough to drive me over the edge.

Anders sucks on his fingers, then presses them against my entrance, then inside. The stretch and sensation of fullness has me rocking my hips back on his fingers as he presses them in deep, then draws them back out.

“Alpha,” I whine.

“Oh?” He nips my ass cheek. “Just what is it that you need? Tell me.”

“N-need you inside me. Now. Please.”

With a wolfish growl, he tugs me up by my hips so I’m on my hands and knees. Propping himself up on one knee, he positions himself. His pelvis bumps my ass, his cock rubbing right between my cheeks. The drawer opens, and the lube cap snicks. Then his blunt, slick head is pressing into me. The stretch has my eyes closing in bliss, and my gasp fills the room as he sinks in. He works me open, rocking his hips back and forth.

“Gods. Feels like I’ve died and gone to Valhalla itself when I’m inside you.”

We both groan as he takes me deeper, faster. He wraps his hand around my throat, angling my head to the side. Our lips collide as he pounds into me, and we swallow each other’s desperate grunts and moans.

His thrusts are so forceful I can’t hold myself up and collapse into the bed. When he grabs my wrists and pins them down, there’s nothing for me to do but let myself be taken, hard and fast. I don’t have to think, don’t have to worry. I don’t need to be in control. I can just be his.

My orgasm erupts from me, turning me into a moaning, babbling mess as I streak the sheets with my cum. I’m about to collapse, but Anders wraps his arm around me and hauls me up and against his body.

“Not done with you,” he growls into my ear. “You don’t get to rest, pet, not until I’ve filled your tight little hole with my seed.” He traps me against him while he continues to move, pounding into me. Amazingly, my cock stiffens again. Being a paranormal creature definitely has its perks. Hello, no refractory period.

I grind down on his hips, whimpering as the need to come again possesses me, turning me into some feral, sex-crazed beast.

“Shameless little wench,” Anders says harshly, wrapping a hand around my cock and pumping fast. My toes curl as he strokes me to the hard, frantic smack of his hips. His other palm smacks against my ass, coaxing a shout from my lips. “So insatiable. Do I have to loosen this tight little hole all night before you’re finally satisfied?”

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