Page 87 of Wolf's Redemption

“For not staying in the cottage like Gaharet told you to.”

She huffed. “You know I don’t take orders well.”

“That I do know, and that is what this one is for.” He slapped her ass a third time.

“Hey!” Her ass was burning, but the effect of his slaps was not limited to her cheeks. She squirmed, her slickness coating the length of his cock.

His nostrils flared, and a rumble started up in his chest. “You like it when I smack you?”

“No, I—”

He slapped her again, and she couldn’t prevent the moan that slipped out.

He rasped out a chuckle. “You can’t lie to me, Rebekah. I canscentyou.”

Her face flushed, but not from embarrassment. With heavy-lidded eyes, she met his gaze. “Do it again.”

Dark shapes twisted within his irises, and he took her mouth in his with a brutal kiss that spoke of more than passion, more than lust. It staked a claim, declared ownership. And he did own her—her body, her mind and her bruised and distrustful heart. He slapped her again, then he spun them around and pushed her back to the door, entering her with a single, deep thrust. He buried his face in her shoulder, his hot breath teasing her sensitized skin and she bared her neck, giving him greater access.

He went deathly still, his breath stuttering. A heavy, musky scent surrounded her, and the muscles in his shoulders went taut beneath her hands. A deep growl rumbled in his chest, full of longing and a primal hunger that—sank into her bones and had her digging her nails into his firm flesh. She shuddered, herbody tightening around his cock, and she could not stop the cry that ripped from her lips. God, this man would be the death of her.

Her cry snapped Ulrik from his stupor. He lowered his nose into the crook of her neck, his chest heaving as he centered himself and got his wolf firmly under control.

Merde, I almost bit her.

Instead, he rasped his tongue over her skin, then licked and nipped his way down the column of her throat and across her collarbone. His gums throbbed with the effort to keep his canines at bay, to use only his blunt human teeth.Soon, but only with her permission.

“Ulrik.” She clenched her body around him. “Move.”

He chuckled. “So demanding,” he teased, but he withdrew, then thrust again.

She clung to him, locking her ankles behind his back, digging her heels into the cheeks of his ass. He pressed his mouth to hers, avoiding the temptation, the craving, and his wolf’s call to bite her. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she met him with a swipe of her own, fighting him for control. Ulrik answered her challenge, refusing to secede. A shiver ran through her and she melted against him.

Ulrik lost himself in her mouth, in the softness of her body. There was nothing in this world like the feeling ofherchannel stretching around his shaft.Herbody softening against him, as she ceded to his dominance. And,merde,he loved it. Loved her. Rebekah. His mate. He tossed his head back and howled, giving voice to his feelings in the only way he knew how.

She clenched around him, her whole body vibrating her pleasure. “Ulrik,” she pleaded with a little catch in her voice, and he had never heard a sweeter sound.

He called on his werewolf strength, shifting her weight, and slipped one hand free to cup her breast. He flicked his fingers over the engorged nipple, tweaking it with a pinch. She arched into his hand, thrusting him deeper inside her. His hold over his control almost slipped again, his need for release sizzling through his testicles. But to watch her squirm, hear her panting breaths and to have her beg him to fuck her hard would be worth it.

He pinched her nipple again, harder this time, and paired it with a thrust of his hips. She chased after the sensation and he clenched his jaw.Not yet.

“Ulri—” His named faded off into a whimper, as he gave another pump of his hips.

“Yes, Rebekah? Something you need?”

His words came out through gritted teeth, the rasp of his voice a mere whisper of sound.

“I need…”

Another slow grind of his hips, and he plumped her breast in his hand.

“Fuck me. Now. Hard.” Her breath hitched. “Please.”

Her words hit him, a pulse of heat to his cock, and he released his restraint and gave her what she wanted. What he wanted. He pounded into her, rutting her deep and hard against the door, like the animal he was, his guttural groans mixing with her cries for more. If the occupants of the keep had not guessed what was happening with his earlier howl, they would know now. He cared not. Rebekah was no silent, indiscreet liaison with a married woman, or a hurried coupling with a servant girl in the dark corners of Langeais Keep. She was his, and he wanted the world to know it.

Her climax hit and her pussy spasmed around his cock, her hoarse cry bouncing off the stone walls of the room. Sensationripped up his spine, and he stiffened, plunging deep one last time, roaring his release as she milked him of his seed.

He collapsed, spent, his chest heaving. She flopped her head on his shoulder, her pussy still fluttering around his semi-hard cock. He would never get enough of her, not in his lifetime. Ulrik wrapped his arms around her waist and planted a kiss on her sweaty brow.

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