Page 37 of Moon Cursed
I always took what I wanted, then I was gone.
But this… this I wouldsavor.
Kane gently nibbled my thumb. The sharp pressure of his wolfish teeth made me grin.
The mixture of curiosity and growing need prickled over my skin like molten fire, only to be intensified when I felt eyes on me.
Then the ground trembled with their growls.
It took a measure of effort to peel my gaze away from the perfect male that had knelt at my feet, but I couldn’t ignore their calls.
The others watched me with jealous intensity.
Bright green eyes blazed with desperate need from the Alpha who’d just begged for my forgiveness.
Sliding my fingers through Kane’s hair, I guided him where I needed him, never looking away from the one named Vern.
The wild look of realization flashed before jealousy made the male snarl.
“Don’t,” he begged.
Kane’s tongue slipped through my wet folds, making my lips part.
Yes.
More of that.
The other alphas snarled. They wouldn’t beg, but they clearly didn’t like what was unfolding before them.
I’d wanted to kill them, but as they wildly lashed against their restraints, I knew that there were worse things than death to a wolf.
Kane’s masterful tongue made my brain short-circuit for a moment. Then pleasure warmed my core, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
I could easily orgasm just from this, but I had something more purposeful in mind.
Something that would drive the other alphas so mad, they’d kill us both the first chance they’d get.
“Stand up,” I ordered Kane.
Kane blinked at me with confusion, but he seemed compelled by my words and shot to his feet.
That’s when I knelt, taking his place, and his eyes grew wide.
“Kaitsja,” he began, but when I curled my fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulled, he bit his tongue.
By the sweet metallic scent that tinged the air, he’d drawn blood.
But he kept quiet as I inspected my prize.
The entire cavern quieted as I trailed one finger over his gorgeous, lengthy cock. Throbbing veins pumped blood into the member, giving his head a deliciously round shape that I would enjoy exploring.
Kane made a sound of pain as if holding himself back physically hurt, but he didn’t move a muscle while I inspected him.
After a moment, I glanced up, pleased by the ripple of his muscles and the intensity of his gaze.
Some distant part of me questioned this person I’d become in the span of a few hours.
I hadn’t been ready for this before, but that was a lifetime ago. Before I’d experienced Kane’s worship.
