Page 85 of The Wolf

Oh, damn.

“You’re soaked,” he murmurs with his mouth on my throat, his voice rough and hungry. “You like being watched, don’t you?”

What kind of exhibitionist queen does he think I am?

I shake my head, but my body betrays me, hips arching into his touch. A molten thrill courses through my veins—the same kind when I subconsciously knew that Alex was watching me for weeks back in the cottage. Okay, maybe Idohave a kink…

“You can pretend all you want, sweetheart,” he whispers, his low, gravelly voice exuding satisfaction. “But your pussy doesn’tlie. You fucking love this. Knowing they’re watching me toy with you, right in front of their curious eyes.”

His words cause a shocking shiver to surge down my spine, heat pooling even deeper, setting me alight. A quiet moan escapes my parted lips, and I slap my hand over my mouth, eyes darting around as panic flickers at the back of my head.

Is anyone seeing this? Are they pretending not to?

My gown is so huge it could double as a parachute. I’m almost certain it shields me from view. And I’m pressed up so firmly against him that I can feel every hard inch of his body—yes, his rapidly growing erection, too.

Oh, God, but they know either way with their supernatural senses. I’ll never hear enough of it.

“Quit overthinking and relax for me,” he purrs seductively, his free arm tightening over my waist, his fingers dancing around my quivering entrance. “Let everyone see who you belong to.”

My cheeks burn hotter and I tremble against his firm body. “Alex, this is… Shit! This is so inappropriate.”

“Inappropriate?” His eyes flash, dark and dangerous. “You’re dripping on my hand, Julia.” He kisses me deeply, his lips soft yet demanding, our tongues battling for dominance. Simultaneously, his fingers slide in and out of my eager cunt with a slow, torturous rhythm. “Tell me to stop,” he breathes against my lips. “Tell me.”

I can’t. I won’t. Instead, I clutch at his jacket, nails digging in. His fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot that makes my vision go fuzzy at the edges. His thumb circles my clit, gentle at first, then with just enough pressure to make me moan louder. My inner walls clench around him, silently begging for more sensation… in the middle of the ballroom like a total slut.

Reading my mind, he growls, “But you’remy slut.” His voice is thick with lust and he lightly bites my bottom lip.

He never called me that… and why the hell does it sound so sexy rolling off his tongue?

I nod, my voice lost to the pleasure building inside me, my knees going weak. He doesn’t need my words. My body tells him everything he needs to know and then some, rocking against his talented fingers as they work me with ruthless precision, each stroke dragging me closer to the edge.

“So fucking needy. Do you know what that does to me, seeing you like this? Helpless. Desperate. Mine.”

His thumb presses harder against my clit, and I bite my lip to stifle a cry that threatens to spill out. My skin is burning, my pussy humming with the need to let go.

“Say it,” he commands. “Tell me who owns you.”

“You,” I mouth, barely audible.

“Good girl.”

The praise sends a fresh wave of heat crashing through me and I almost reach the peak. But he pulls his fingers from me, and I whimper at the loss.

Chuckling pridefully, he brings his hand to his mouth, eyes locked on mine as he licks my arousal from his fingers.

“I’m fucking obsessed with you,” he growls, his voice rough with need. “And I’m going to make sure everyone knows just how badly.”

Leaving me with no time to respond, he steps back, his body shuddering, eyes glowing gold. Oh…Oh. I only hear a tearing sound of his clothes, and a heartbeat later, he shifts. His massive werewolf form looms over me, all dark fur and raw power, his eyes blazing with desire.

A low growl rumbles through his chest, vibrating against my body as he pulls me close again. His hand, now tipped with claws, dips back under my skirt and cups my entire mound. Careful but intense, those lethal weapons of his graze my most sensitive skin in an adrenaline-spiking tease.

With his other hand, he rakes his claws down the front of my corset, slicing through it like paper, and it’s gone—just like that. My breasts spill free, my nipples tightening in the cool air, and I gasp, torn between shock and the jolt of electricity snapping over my entire body.

Growling, he leans down, his long tongue flicking over one hard bud, sharp teeth grazing it just enough to send a tide of pleasure down to my core.

“Alex…” My voice is stuck between a warning and a plea.

But his tongue laps against my skin and my body arches into him, every inch of me desperate for more. And I forget about the crowd, the crown, and everything else.

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