Page 75 of Wolf It Down, Knot Me Up

“You want to know the truth? I never assumed I’d get a chance at a family again. Figured I didn’t deserve it, and then I met the guys and you.” His mouth curves upward. “I’m a lucky bastard.”

He’s shirtless, and captivating. And resisting him hasn’t been easy for me, so I tell myself to stop bothering.

Edging forward in my seat, I brush my fingers into his blond hair and over the ink on his throat.

He takes my hand and draws me onto my feet and closer. Now, I’m standing between his spread thighs as he stares into my eyes, so close that I’m breathing quickly. His hands are sliding up on the outside of my thighs. His touch slips under my dress, fingers curling under the lace of my thong. Then he chuckles.

“Knew you were lying about not wearing anything under your dress.”

I step back, but his grip holds me in place. “Maybe I put some on when I arrived home.”

“So you want to play games, then?” That grin turns wicked as his hands tug at the sides of my thong. One sharp snap, and the band breaks at my hip, both damn sides, biting for half a second. Then the lace slides down my legs.

I flinch. “Are you kidding me?”

He’s still smirking, so proud of himself.

“There we go. Now I know for certain there are no panties under here.”

Heat floods me as my thighs press together on instinct, and yet I haven’t moved away because I’ve decided this is where I want to be, what I’m craving. If I’ve learned anything with these men, it’s that the harder I push them away, the wilder they crash into my life.

“There are guests downstairs,” I whisper.

“Wolf and Roman can take care of them.” Then his hands emerge from under my skirt and move to my chest, undoing the buttons. He pushes the dress off my shoulders until it crumples to my feet. I’m shivering with an excited need pressing down low in my belly. When he reaches around my body to unhook my bra, his face is right there in my chest, and he’s covering me in kisses.

Nipples tight, I’m pushing closer to him, unsure how much longer I can wait. Then he peels the lace bra down and frees me. His gaze lowers to my breasts, and he groans.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He drags a thumb over the nub of my nipple, and a moan spills past my lips. “You’re perfuming too. You’re getting near your heat, aren’t you?”

“What? No!” I reply instantly.

His mouth closes over one breast, his attention raised to watch my reaction. Hungrily he sucks and flicks my nipple, and I’m writhing against him. All while his good hand slides up between my thighs. I’m soaked, and it’s exactly how he finds me.

My hands curl in his hair as he moves to the other breast. Those wicked fingers press between my lips, rubbing my clit, and I’m close to passing out. He’s moving faster, more aggressive, but I’m craving more.

In seconds, he releases his hold of me in both places, and I sway toward him, almost falling into him. He catches me, hands on my waist, and he’s staring at my naked body—well, except for the short heels I put on for dinner.

“Get on your hands and knees.” His hands fall to his belt. “Let me feed you.”

I stare at him, mouth dropping open. Did he just say that? Except, moments later, I’m helping him, tugging at his belt and jeans. He gets them down over his hips and legs, and he’s gone commando under them. He sits back with his legs spread, and I just gawk at him. His cock is thick, a fat vein bulging out on the underside, the tip just as large, not to mention the length. What did they feed these men in prison?

“I take that reaction as you being impressed?” he asks.

“Trying to understand how on earth that’s going to fit.” I reach for his cock, but he blocks my hand.

“Hands and knees, little bird,” he says in that deep, pure Alpha register that completely hollows me out. “Then crawl to me.”

A whimper spills past my throat, and I’m already sinking to the floor at his command. I should hate how quickly my body obeys him, but in all honesty, I love it in equal measure. Every rational part of me demands that I make him work for it, yet the wild side is pleading for me to please him.

“Come to me, kitty.” His large hand wraps around his girth, palming it. “Want a taste?”

My eyes widen, and all I see is that cock. I lose all ability to resist him and start crawling forward.

“Such a good kitty.” He releases himself and strokes the back of my head.

“Okay,” I purr and push back to sit on my heels, then I wrap my hand around his thick shaft without overthinking it. I lean in and press my lips over the tip and push him into my mouth, moving forward. And it’s not just his dick I’m taking into my mouth; I inhale his scent, his masculine sexiness and soap.

He hisses, his hold on my head tightening. He’s silky soft but crazy hard, and burning hot, tasting salty and delicious.