Page 55 of Locke

I grunted. She turned around and decided kneeing me in the balls would be the best option, but I grabbed her knee mid-air, and flipped her on her back. I fell with her, my cock landing at the sweet spot between her thighs. Her skintight black biker shorts and my sweatpants, the only fabric between us.

I was hard, so damn hard, and hurting from last night's affairs.

One knee was pushed up to her chest, keeping her nice and wide, while my body hovered over hers.

“You’re flexible. That’s good to know.”

She growled at me and used the strength in her lower body to roll us both to the side until she was on top of me. Her cunt ground into me, and she pushed my hands above my head.

“You like being on top, that’s fine. I’m into that too.” I chuckled.

“God, do you ever shut up?”

I tilted my head and stared at her. The lights overhead were bright; fluorescents, hard on anyone's eyes, and now harder on mine because of my wolf.

The light created a halo over her head, making her face darker as she straddled me. It was like she was an angel, here to take my soul, crush it and spit it out.

She had a hold on me, and she didn’t even know.

“Goddess, you’re beautiful,” I whispered.

She blinked and sat back, letting go of my arms.

“Excuse me?” Her face softened.

“You’re beautiful. Stunning. Fucking strong. Do you need more adjectives? I don’t have that many, not much of a word guy.”

She scoffed. “You sure? Because you talk a lot to me.”

I shrugged. “That’s cause you’re special.”

She eyed me. “We’re supposed to be sparing right now. Why are we talking?”

“Because, maybe, you don’t want to fight me; because I don’t necessarily want to fight you. At least, not here.” I wink at her.

She emitted a low, menacing growl, sending a shiver down my spine. Instantly, an intense surge of desire coursed through me. In a swift motion, she lunged at me, her arm swinging towards my face. Reacting instinctively, I seized her arm, effortlessly overpowering her. Rolling on top of her, a rush of adrenalinefueled my movements. My throbbing shaft found its way between her legs while I rubbed against her.

I grabbed her breast and slammed my lips on hers. She didn’t fight it. She’d got her hands in my hair, moaning my name. The room became silent, the doors opened and the lights went out, a signal that Hawke had everyone out.

She moved her hips in tune with me pushing my cock against her pussy.

“Mmm, Locke,” she moaned into the kiss.

I grabbed her ass, squeezing the succulent meat.

“Damn, Princess, my name is good on your lips.”

“Don’t call me that,” she moaned, when I reached up under her top.

I played with the barbell, tweaking and pulling. “This top needs to come off, I need to see it again. It’s all I think about. And, that wet pussy.”

“Dios Mio, you are so bad. I love it.”

“If you think this is bad, you might be in trouble.” I lowered my head, hiding my fangs, and ripped her tank from top to bottom. It ripped easily, then I pulled it apart and her breasts spilled out. “I can’t decide what I like more. Ass or tits. It’s a toss-up.”

She laughed, and I suckled and pulled. The harder I pulled the more she whined. My body trembled at how my mate responded to my touch and my eagerness to keep pleasing her.

My wolf howled, his pants pounding in my head. “I need all of you exposed.”

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