Page 99 of Season Warriors & Wolves

And then lower, and lower until the thin fabric became unbearably uncomfortable against my skin. “Touch me.”

“Sleep.”

“Fine.” My hand slid over my stomach and over my centre where tension was about to snap me in half. “Watch and learn.”

His smile was so sinfully cruel and sweet and maddening all at once when his eyes slid between us, watching me touch myself under my underwear. “Take them off, let me see what’s mine,” he ordered, leaning in my ear, still not touching me where I needed him to touch me.

But I did as told.

“Keep touching your cunt. Keep showing me.”

It was nowhere near enough compared to his touch and I wanted to rub myself on him, feel him against me, but I was aching and tired, so I obeyed, sliding my fingers between my legs, over my swollen nerves and the slick wetness. Trying to chase something that only he knew how to chase.

He hummed in my ear, kissing and nibbling on my earlobe. “Are you wet, my love? Are you wet for me?”

A bit down on my lip, holding back a moan. “Yes.”

He pulled one of my nightgown straps down, cupping my breast and lowering his mouth to suck on a nipple. “Good. Put a finger inside your needy cunt.”

“I need you.”

“And you will have me. Do as I say.”

He chuckled when I huffed but did as told, sliding a finger and stifling a whimper at the fullness that was not nearly enough.

“Stop planning on how to get back at me.”

“Stop giving me reason and just fuck me,” I whined, desperately.

“Do. As. I. Say.” He bit on my nipple, making me hiss and arch my back for more. “Put another one in. Good girl,” he whispered, trailing kisses down my stomach and watching my fingers disappear inside of me with darkening eyes. “Such a good girl.” He rose to his haunches and unbuttoned his britches, stopping when I stopped pumping my fingers. “Keep going. Make yourself come for me.”

His gaze grew heavy as he watched me writhe and moan, slowly taking off his clothes and freeing his hard cock. The sight of his naked form tipped me off the edge and I felt myself get wetter and my body string tight while a hazy release crashed through me, leaving my body languid, surrendered on the bed.

He grabbed my wrist and sucked my fingers clean, the feel of his tongue sent shivers down my spine and my stomach knotted again with want. “Open for me, love.”

Even though I was bone tired, I quickly parted my legs for him.

He bit on his smile, his eyes perusing the whole of me. “Wider,” he said. “Let me see you.”

I spread my legs further and he left small pecks over my thighs and all over my spent body, his beard tickling everywhere. “Beautiful.” He settled between my legs and guided them to link over his back. “Still not sleepy?”

I quickly shook my head, jittery, and lowered my hands to explore his body, trailing my fingers down his stomach muscles, between each dent and swell and then over his back. He let me explore him how I wanted too, breath hitching with each stroke of my hand. How was he so…perfect?

He pushed inside of me just a little and I gasped.

“I love that sound,” he murmured, dragging my lips between his teeth, pumping his hips unhurriedly against mine, burying himself deeper each time. “I love every inch of you. And I love how you take every inch of me.” He pulled one of my legs over his shoulder and thrust a little harder, a little deeper. “I love when you come around my cock. Need you to come around me, my love,” he crooned the words, not even letting me answer as his tongue was in my mouth, sucking and licking the air and words out of me.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured. “Are you my good girl?”

Not a day in my life had I been good, but for him—yes.

He grabbed my jaw and kissed me. “Answer me.”

“We both know that is not true,” I sighed, my eyes shut from the wave of pleasure that took me under.

“You are good for me. So good. So obedient.” His hand wrapped round my neck, squeezing just a little, his thumb brushing my pulse. “Listen to that. The only reason I can breathe. Listen how it obeys me.”

He slammed his cock inside of me—hard—with need and desperation all at once. Just as desperately, I seeked more and more of him. My hands were all over him, my mouth never left his. My body strung so tight I shook. Release crashing until I was rolled blind under it.