Page 44 of Rogue Wolf Hunter


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He chuckled and ran his tongue over his canine teeth. “The safe word is enemy.”

“Enemy?” She nearly laughed.

Something dark flashed in his eyes. “Because I’m going to fuck you like that’s what we are here.” The sudden change in his demeanor sent a thrill down her spine. He ducked his head, his hair to falling into the ethereal golden glow of his eyes.

His beast had taken hold.

“You couldn’t help yourself, could you?” He shoved his hips against her. “You’ve been begging me for it.”

“I—” Her voice was half moan, half whimper.

“And you knew I’d oblige.” He balanced himself on one hand and slid the other to her lower back, pulling her closer. He lowered his head to her ear. “You’re lucky I didn’t take you in the middle of that alley.”

Blazing heat radiated from her every pore, and she teetered on the edge of climax again, stimulated by his words and touch alone.

“I could make you come for hours.” He positioned his fingers outside her entrance. “Just like this.” He stroked between her legs, and her body seized.

She rode another release so intense her stomach muscles burned from the strain. She’d never come so quickly—and whether it was Jace, the control she’d given him, or both, she didn’t care. All she wanted was him.

“Look at me.” He turned her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “I can have you unchained or keep you tied up. Whatever I want.” His lips grazed hers. “Do you know what that means?”

She inhaled sharply, incapable of forming words.

He let out a low growl. “I asked you a question.”

“No,” she panted.

He slid his face across her collarbone, his warm breath tickling her skin. “Ask me what it means.” He ran his tongue over her skin.

She gulped. “Wha…what does it mean?”

He nipped her earlobe. Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t even gasp.

He grabbed her hair in his fist and ran his canine teeth over her neck. “It means you’re gonna take everything I give you.”

Jace’s handstrailedfrom her hair to her smooth thighs, and his cock throbbed as he admired her pink slit. His eyes wouldn’t leave her body, and he rubbed two fingers over her. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Perfect in every goddamn way. She twitched beneath his touch, and he inhaled the smell of gardenias on her skin, mixed with the scent of her sex. His mouth watered. The sounds she’d made had torn him to shreds. Her touch. Her taste.

He could hardly stand it.

He snaked his hand up her stomach, then slipped it over the delicate bones of her rib cage until he squeezed her tit. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, playing with her like they had all the time in the world. She gasped, and pushed her hips forward, exactly how she’d rode him against the door. The sweetness of her cunt still coated his throat.

Damn.He couldn’t get enough.

A devious grin spread across his face. She was hot, and so fucking wet. His cock stiffened with a painful urge. He would devour her. But he would draw out the moment. She would be screaming, begging before he finished with her. He intended to take his time, make both of them wait. A slow, agonizing torture.

Crawling on top of her, he teased her with painful slowness. She’d looked like sin in his coat, but that was nothing compared to when she was naked beneath him. When he positioned himself outside her entrance, her chest heaved, and he feasted his gaze on her breasts. A light blush blossomed across her skin, and he smirked.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

He lowered his head, brushed his tongue over those hard, pink nipples. She shuddered, and her hips rose, teasing him. Yeah, he wanted that, too, but not yet.

With a control he didn’t think he possessed, he grazed his teeth across her glistening flesh, lightly pulling against her skin. She moaned again. He tortured her with slow circular motions, paying equal attention to both her breasts. He kneaded one as his mouth claimed the other. She trembled with each lick, and he damn near lost his mind when she whimpered.

The urge to take her hard and deep was overpowering. His dick pulsed with eagerness, and abruptly he shoved her up the bed until her shoulders hit the headboard, releasing the tension tugging at her wrists. He wrenched at the handcuffs, suddenly dying to roll her over, feel her ass against him. The wood of the bedposts creaked, and he squeezed the cuffs until the metal broke.

Holy shit.

He let go of the broken handcuffs, impressed by his own strength, but refusing to linger on it, before he grabbed hold of her thighs and dragged her down the bed. Moving with languid speed, he flipped her over and her body hit the mattress. He gripped the curves of her hips, then slid his hands up her sides.

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