The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 37

“Any particular part?” he inquires with his low, raspy voice.

Why is he being such a douchebag?

Oh, who cares.

I pull back and narrow my eyes at him. “Would it satisfy you if I say your cock? Would that make you feel better about yourself?”

The left corner of his mouth quirks upward into a grin. “Was that supposed to be a burning remark, Cassidy? Because all I hear is you begging for me to fuck you so you can finally find out what it’s like to be impaled by a real man.”

“You’re annoying and getting on my nerves,” I admit. “The asshole side isn’t working on me.”

“Sweetheart, everything about me works on you,” he counters, pressing his lips against my neck. Then, pulling away, he adds, “Well, except my wolf form maybe.”

“Wow, Graham,” I reply with a shudder. “You really know how to talk to women, don’t you? Oh, I don’t know, maybe you should work with a wolf trainer to correct your ability to piss off a girl.”

“I’ll pass. I happen to find it amusing when I get on your nerves. Besides, I’m not a fan of changing my habits.”

“Can you do me a favor?” I inquire. He raises a brow but makes no effort to comment. “Can you keep on silent mode? You’re much more handsome like that.”

Instead of replying, he surprises me by diving in and nipping at my lips.

First, the bottom lip, then the top. And the bottom lip again. His kisses are violent, demanding, and unrelenting, leaving my knees weak and shaky.

And I’m certainly not going to fight it anymore. My head may keep me from confessing how I really feel about it all, but damn if he doesn’t make me want him. I don’t care anymore if it’s just going to last for a fleeting moment, that it’ll soon turn to dust. I simply want Graham to conquer my body.

He trails his tongue downward, tasting and teasing me. The sensation is unreal.

I feel a change inside me, from the very depths of my gut. I breathe in fast. All I can feel is a hot, wet, need down there.

Soon, we both become a ball of limbs, all tangled up. He moves his hands upward, pushing me into him. I’m all stiff, not knowing what to do or how to act around him. But the wine is turning me pliant.

“Bedroom?” he whispers with a smile. “Unless you want me to fuck you on the kitchen island first.”

And there he is. The true Graham. The Alpha.

Something about him is so wild and unfamiliar that I gasp. A look of almost triumph settles in his gaze.

“Bedroom sounds good,” I manage to reply.

He lifts me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, then grip his black hair, which is messed up because of me.

His cock is as solid as a rock, pressing against my center. He must use his wolf senses to walk us toward the bedroom. My eyes roll back as he presses himself into me even more, using my bedroom’s doorframe to restrain me.

“Are you one of those women who fantasize about fucking their boss?” he asks, his eyes gleaming dangerously. “Or do you prefer the boss to fuck you?”

“Actually, I fantasize about ripping off my boss’s head in the middle of a full meeting room,” I retort sweetly. He presses himself against me, making me whimper.

His cock seems to be fighting the fabric that keeps him away from me. “If that doesn’t work for you, fucking the boss instead will do just as good.”

“It’s fuck or be fucked, Cassidy,” Graham growls. “Your behavior will determine what will happen next. I plan to be very generous.”

I stay put in his arms and let him carry me toward the bed. For once in my life, I actually deserve a night of having an actual man dominate my body.

After everything I’ve been through since my break up with Tim, I can only ask for normal. As normal as being with a shifter can be. Or should be.

With surprising gentleness, Graham sets me on the bed. He lowers himself until our eyes are leveled. A fire of lust and desire is burning in his gaze.

“This is the last time tonight I’m going to be serious, and I need you to listen to me,” he says and pauses.