Page 57 of Wolf's Redemption

She faced him, wet hair plastered to her forehead and her eyes glazed with lust. She stepped out of the flow of the waterfall. A bead of water trickled down her throat and carved a trail lower. He followed it as it slipped between the creamy skin of her breasts.Merde, he would love to get his hands on those. He sighed. Maybe not tonight. He swallowed his disappointment.

Ulrik raised his gaze to hers, prepared to retreat, to spend the night unsatisfied, with only the relief of his own hand. A poor substitute. He hesitated. Mischief danced in her brown eyes. Her tongue flicked out and she ran it across her top lip. He stared at it, tracked its progress as she repeated the motion. Now all he could think about was what he wanted her to do with her tongue. His cock leaked pre-cum. It needed little encouragement.

She stepped in close, her bottom lip clenched in her teeth and slowly, she sank to her knees.

Merde.By all that was holy. No woman had ever offered him this so boldly. The more jaded women of the court, the occasional bawdy serving wench, had taken his cock in their mouths. But only after he had pleasured them, and they lay sated and limp from his attentions. It was more an afterthought, or a duty, an expectation to be filled and reluctantly given. Yet Rebekah, gorgeous, lush Rebekah, kneeled before him, her mouth bare inches from his weeping cock with not a hint of hesitation. Little puffs of her breath teased his swollen head, and she stared at it with undisguised hunger.

She tilted her head up, locked her gaze on his, opened her mouth and placed her lips around the head of his cock.

Merde.

His knees all but buckled. Have I ever seen a more beautiful sight?He wanted to throw back his head and howl. To slide his fingers into her hair and shove his cock to the back of her throat and bury himself balls-deep in her warm, wet mouth. See how much of him she could take.

Her tongue worked his length, threatening to strip away the thin crust of his civility. He was more than the brutal chevalier who had killed the guard beneath Lothair’s keep. More than a beast of myth and legend. His hands trembled with the need to touch her, but he kept them by his side, letting her have control. For now.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ever since that moment in the forest, when she’d raised the topic of her tongue ring, when Ulrik had said he’d be willing to endure almost anything to have her mouth on him, Rebekah had been thinking about doing just that. Hell, she could have masturbated to that image for a thousand years and never tire of it. Now, wet from the waterfall and clad only in her underwear, she brought that fantasy to life. And it more than lived up to her expectations.

She lathed the crown of his cock with her tongue, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum and reveling in the velvety feel of his length, his musky scent and the stretch of her lips around his girth. His gaze never wavered from hers, but he did not touch her, nor press himself deeper. Her hands gripped his thighs, all hard muscle and taut with tension. The man was holding back.

Bek growled her disappointment. His cock jerked in her mouth, and he puffed out a breath, almost a moan, but his hands remained resolutely by his side. She let his cock slip from her mouth with a slight pop and grinned up at him.

Challenge accepted.

Bek had never been one for sweet, under-the-covers, lights off, missionary position sex. Drawn to the darker side, to dominant men who could take control, she craved men who knew what they wanted and how to play a little dirty. Men who lived life hard and who fucked harder. It was probably why she’d fallen for Spider. Sexually, he had met her every need. Unfortunately, as a man, he had let her down.

There’d been many chances for Ulrik to ditch her. Numerous reasons why he should. As a man on the run, as a wolf, he would’ve made far quicker time without her. Unlike Spider, he’d chosen not to abandon her. Despite his bad-boy vibes, his dominance, and her antics when she’d escaped him, he’d stuck by her. Even chased her down, rather than leaving her to the mercy of the count, or the lord of that village. The cherry on top—the sexual tension between them had been off the charts from the instant they’d met.

Everything about him told her they’d be compatible between the sheets. Or under a waterfall. He could give her the darkness she craved. She knew it. Letting him cop out and be gentle and gentlemanly…well… Bek wasn’t going to settle for that.

Releasing her grip on one of his thighs, she cupped his balls, stroking and teasing his heavy sac. Another moan and a tightening of his thigh muscle was all he gave her. She flicked her tongue across the tip of his cock, teasing the slit. She ran her lips along the thick vein all the way to the base and back again, nipping, sucking and grazing her teeth along the underside of his cock. His hands clenched and unclenched by his side and his chest heaved with each breath he took. What would it take to push him over the edge? Bek smirked.

What every man since the beginning of time had dreamed of.

With a deep breath, she sucked him in her mouth again, taking his length as far as she could. She suppressed her gag reflex until the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. Then she swallowed. He groaned, and large hands darted to her head and fisted in her hair, holding her in place. The sting in her scalp brought goosebumps to her skin, and she moaned around his cock. She tried to pull back, but he held her tight and she quivered, her nails digging into the flesh of his thigh.

Yes.

He guided her head back, before sliding it forward again, gently, slowly. He did it again, faster this time and rougher. She let him. Mentally urged him to do it again. To give her what she needed.

“You like it when I take control,” he rumbled, less of a question than an acknowledgment.

She did. Oh, how she did. She didn’t like when a man tried to boss her around or treated her as less or stupid or as nothing more than an object, and she damned well told them when they crossed that line. But in the bedroom, she loved it when they took control. Instinctively, she’d known the moment she’d met him, Ulrik could give her what she craved.

“Oh, sweetness. It is like you were made for me.”

His voice flowed over her, sparking a violent clenching of her pelvic floor. She let him guide her movements, her mouth, along his length. Her whole body thrummed with her need for him. With her need to get him off. She was so damned wet, and not from the waterfall.

She snaked a hand down beneath her red thong, moaning as her fingers brushed against her swollen clit.

His fingers tightened in her hair. “Yes,” he hissed. “Take your pleasure.” He thrust his cock deeper, and she nearly gagged, her eyes popping open. “Slide your finger in. Imagine it is mine.”

She complied, slipping her finger inside her slick pussy, her muscles clenching. Her hand tightened on his thigh, using him for balance as she plunged her finger in and out, finger-fucking herself to the rhythm of the thrust of his cock into her mouth. Her body arched and tension sizzled up her spine, her peak dancing within reach.

He tugged on her hair and she looked up at him from beneath hooded lids. God, what a sight. Abs, covered in a fine dusting of blond hair, flexing with each thrust of his lean hips. Hisbearded face taut with lust, and his eyes locked on her. Her heart stuttered and her orgasm fluttered to life.

“Oh, baby. It would take a better man than me to stop now.”

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