Page 118 of Bad Wolf

Clearly there’s nothing going on with her and my brother.

“Sit your ass on the bed,” I say with a pointed stare.

She huffs, “Knox, what has gotten into you? Everyone’s here and ready to leave.” She cocks her head toward the closed door.

“This won’t take long.”

“What won’t?” She crosses her legs at the ankle and her arms over her tits. It only tightens the fabric making me see red.

“Seems like I need to give you a lesson in remembering who you belong to. You wear your own clothes or mine. That’s it.”

“You’re being really silly.”

“Am I Wren? Am I?” I’m in front of her in two steps.

“Yeah, you are. How come everyone else can wear one and not me? All the girls have one from either your brothers or your cousins fire house,” she says, her chin tipped defiantly as she shakes her head, but sits down anyway.

My knees hit the deck and I push her so she’s lying flat on her back, tugging at her jeans until I get them off. She sits up on her elbows and smirks.

“Don’t you think it would look cute tied at my side? He’s so broad I was gonna knot it—”

I bite the soft flesh of her inner thigh making her yelp. Leaving an angry red mark that will bruise, but didn’t break the skin.

“Oww, that fuckin—”

My tongue flattens against the cotton covering her slit and she moans and falls back on the comforter. Her hand flies to her mouth when she realizes it wasn’t a quiet one.

“Let them hear you, Wren.”

Her head rocks from side to side. “I don’t want to. It’s embarrassing.”

Hooking my fingers into the cotton, I gather it up, pulling the material tight so it cuts into her folds making her whimper. I tug it and she mewls.

I kiss and lick at her heated skin as she writhes to build more friction. She may not want to keep my brothers waiting, but her body isn’t on the same page.

“Take the damn shirt off now, Wren.”

Her head bobs as she frantically nods, eyes wild. She whips the offending garment off and throws it over the side of the bed.

“It’s gone. It’s gone. Just please, Knox.”

I shed her of her panties and then spread her legs as wide as they’ll go and get to work.

There’s no working her up, teasing, or backing off. Just single-minded focus as I devour her.

Eating her out like my life depends on it. Because it does. She’s addicting. Her taste, her scent, sends me into a frenzy. My aching cock punches behind my zipper like it’s trying to bust its way out of my clothes.

“Oh, oh my God. Don’t stop. Fuck, Knox.” Her ass lifts up off the bed, her back arching, begging for my tongue to search deeper until I’m fucking her with it in earnest.

My teeth bite, my tongue lashes, my lips suck and she begs for more.

I swirl and spear and she gets louder. I know for a fact they’ve already left to head for breakfast, no way my brothers hung around for this. It makes me even harder knowing she thinks they’re still out there, and she can’t keep quiet.

She claws at the bedsheets, grasping onto anything she can while I feed a hunger I don’t think I’ll ever satiate.

She’s fucking delicious.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so perfect like this. When you’re desperate for me,” I praise. My words work her up. Make her wetter. Needier.

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