Page 52 of The Wolf

I lose my fucking mind staring at the mess I made.

Growling, I lean closer and start rubbing the tip between her painted cheeks. Slowly, I inch my way inside, just barely pastthe head, but she instantly hisses at the stretch, tensing again in silent protest.

The tightness isimpossible. I continue releasing in her ass, my seed overflowing from the shallow connection we share. Oh, but how fucking glorious is the feeling of that firm ring of muscle resisting, choking back my cock. My instincts roar, urging me to drive deeper, to ruin her, and mold her to fit around me.

But tonight won’t be that night. She needs better preparation, more time to ease her into it properly.

My vision blackens, tingles racing up and down my spine. I still for a moment, fighting the beast inside me, before I can pull out. “Oh, your virgin hole looks stunning, so open and bred.”

She wiggles her ass. “Put it back in and take me.”

“You’re not ready.” I chuckle lightly, knowing damn well I’d only hurt her if I kept going. “And it’s something to look forward to.”

But my swollen knot is still pulsing, my balls tight and heavy, aching with need. Watching my cum leaking from her asshole, I force my cock back inside her sweet little pussy, plunging deep until my balls smack against her flesh. As I bury myself inside her, she clamps down on me, locking my knot in a tight grip. My cock throbs as I spill into her, marking her in the most primal way. My claws seize her hips tightly, holding her against me as I ride out the waves of pleasure, the intensity leaving me trembling.

We collapse together, her body limp and spent beneath mine, her breath coming in shaky pants. I’m probably crushing her a little—maybe a lot—but I can’t seem to move, not even an inch. That was absolutely exquisite. She is a phenomenal lover.

“You’remine,” I whisper, my voice raw and hoarse but filled with adoration.

“Yours.” She turns to face me, her eyes heavy-lidded and full of love. “Mmmm,” she purrs with satisfaction. “I love to feel your weight on me.”

I grasp her left hand in mine, feeling the ring under my palm, and I get emotional again. “I want you to remember this, Julia. Remember how it feels to be taken by me, filled by me, owned by me.”

“No, we’re not doing this right now.” She shakes her head against the mattress. “Don’t you dare to say goodbye to me.”

“But promise me one thing.” I sigh heavily. “Promise you’ll be a good girl when I’m gone.”

“Yeah.” Her voice is dreamy, barely above a whisper, her eyes closing shut.

“Say it,” I insist. “I need to hear you say it, Julia.”

“I’ll be a good girl. Nothing stupid, I promise.”

And I hope, just for once, she can fucking listen to me outside the bedroom.

18.

Queen

Immediately, when I wake up, something feels off. As per usual, the room is chilled by the early morning air and bathed in aurora, casting flickering shadows across the walls. But it’s not the light that’s making my skin crawl. It’s the presence.

My eyes adjust and then I see it.

Him.

A massive, hulking figure crouched at the foot of my bed, wings half-spread, glowing eyes boring into me.

I scream so loud from initial shock, I think I hear the echo in another part of the castle.

The gargoyle doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t move. He just sits there, all horns, claws, and chiseled-marble judgment.

Great! This is just perfect. Clearly, if Alex can’t be around to stalk me himself, he’ll send a personal spy to do it for him.

I force my pulse to slow. Okay, so it’s not like he’s here to lunge at me with those claws—but that doesn’t make this any less psychopath-coded.

“What the—” I stammer, yanking the covers up to my neck, suddenly acutely aware that I’m fully naked under them. “What the actual hell do you think you’re doing?”

His gravelly voice is low and maddeningly calm when he replies, “Watching.”

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