Page 9 of The Wolf

To steady herself, she grabs hold of the carved mahogany headboard. Then, screaming in euphoria, she grinds her hips against my movements, riding my muzzle.

“God, yes! Just like that… Fuck me with that tongue, you sexy beast! Oh, it feels so amazing!”

Her inner walls clench, and the hot surge of fresh arousal in her tightening cunt drives me beyond crazy. Knowing she's so close to coming, I try to clear my mind and get lost in pleasing her, but the voices aren’t stopping.

“Darling, I’m so sorry…” I pull back, flicking my tongue over the marks after my fangs to close the wounds. “They won’t get out of my head. It’ll just be a quick briefing.” My vexation deepens, my responsibilities crashing down on me, pulling me away from the moment, even as she pleads for me to stay.

Seated on my throne, the weight of the kingdom seems to press even harder on my shoulders today than I’m used to. What was supposed to be a quick briefing has turned into an hours-long Throne Hall council meeting. My family and closest advisors are gathered around me, eagerly discussing the mission, but their words barely reach me. My focus drifts—no matter how hard I try, I can't force myself to stay present.

All I can think about is Julia and how badly I want to be buried in her hot little pussy.

She seems to be taking our separation even worse—being so near yet denied the pleasure.

I can already smell her before she enters, her scent sweet and decadent, lingering in the air like a whisper meant only for me. I grit my teeth, trying to suppress the frustration simmering inside. She’s in raging heat, and it’s not just me who can smell her. That animal part of me that I try so hard to control stirs, threatening to snap my carefully constructed composure.

Damn it. They’ll know.

Edwin clears his throat, and I notice the way his gaze flickers toward the door, visibly uncomfortable and restless but unable to help himself. I don’t make anything out of it. It's purely natural instinct that an ovulating female with a wolf gene will affect any male werewolf around in some way, even one who is already bonded. Besides, she’s marked and untouchable. But the beast inside me rumbles with possessiveness. She'smine, mine alone, and the thought of anyone else catching even a hint of her aroma drives me mad.

But there’s also another part of me, a much darker one, thatwantsthem to know. It wants all of them to get a foretaste of what they willneverget to have—of what belongs to me andonlyme.

My distraction grows more intense as she approaches,her footsteps echoing through the empty corridors.

“Really?” Katia hisses, narrowing her eyes at me.

“I can’t keep her locked up,” I snap back.

Everyone has an opinion suddenly, their voices layering on top of each other, the meeting derailing as they talk about something we all know she can’t help. But their chatter only grates on my nerves, reminding me that I’m supposed to be the one in control—of this room, this kingdom, and myself.

The tall, gold double doors swing open, silencing everyone in an instant. Julia strides in, wearing nothing but a silk robe,fresh from a bath. Her confidence radiates off her, her boldness daring everyone’s gaze. The room stills as if even the walls are holding their breath.

My heart races, skipping a beat at the sight of her. She’s fearless, but she knows exactly what she’s doing—how she owns the moment.

This isn’t the place, I’m aware of that. My family, my advisors… they’re all watching. But none of that seems to matter when she’s in front of me like this. Her presence pulls me like a tide, washing away everything else. The mission and the weight of my responsibilities—they all fade into the background.

“Excuse us,” I say, my tone firm, brooking no argument. “This meeting is adjourned.”

I can feel the tension in the room shift, confusion painted all over my advisors’ faces. Penny opens her mouth to protest, but I don’t give her the chance.

“Dismissed,” my voice comes out harsher than intended. My role demands I stay collected, but Julia is making it impossible.

For a moment, I can feel the eyes of everyone on me—abruptly ending a high-importance council all for a woman. It's reckless. It's irresponsible. And yet, I don’t care. Not now.

One by one, they leave, with murmurs of gossip trailing behind them.

I wait for the last set of footsteps to fade before I turn my attention fully to her. The silence envelops us, thick and palpable.

I stay seated, my gaze fixed on her. My heart pounds, a steady rhythm that ripples in my chest. I should tell her this isn’t the time, that I have royal duties, but the words die on my lips the moment she begins to slowly walk toward me. The movement of her hips is provoking, her expression charged with the same primal need I carry for her.

She knows exactly how to undo me.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she says softly, her voice low, almost intimate.

“That’s precisely what you meant,” I retort, trying to maintain my cool. But there’s something in the way she stands before me—poised yet needy—that sends a shiver down my spine.

She blushes, a bashful smile playing on her lips. “Oh, I just got lonely.”

“Didn’t Clara show you around the village?”

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