The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 40

His fist in my hair tightens, almost painfully.

All of a sudden, Graham isn’t under me anymore. His whole body stiffens. His cock throbs and spurts of hot, salty cum hits the back of my throat. Damn, the man’s well-endowed in so many ways.

I let go of his cock and take in the scene in front of me.

Graham’s panting, looking at me in a wild way. The sheets around the hand that weren’t buried in my hair are torn. Clawed apart.

Is it weird that it turns me on?

This wild beast inside him is always at bay. Yet, always close to being released.

And now, at this moment, it’s been fully put to the test, but only part of it has been unleashed.

“Don’t be too proud of yourself,” he scolds, as he moves to stand over me like the alpha that he is.

He motions for me to lie back on the bed. As I crawl up, his hand slides down the curve of my spine. I shiver. One second later, his mouth kisses the small of my back. A loud moan echoes through my room as my body tenses, realizing that I want his mouth to keep moving downward.

Higher. Lower. I want him to taste it all.

This is so crazy.

He doesn’t seem in a rush to get rid of my panties. He nuzzles into my warmth and gives me a good sniff, making me tremble. This shouldn’t be the way it goes for a normal couple.

But we’re not normal—we’re not even a couple. Normal has been removed from the equation ever since this began. I have to ask myself what my intention with all this is.

What if I want this to happen again and again? What if I want him to become something he isn’t, unable to control his wolf?

My mind goes blank when he slides the underwear down my hips, exposing my wet pussy to the cold air.

What’s worse is, he knows I am now exposed and vulnerable, which he didn’t appreciate when the roles were reversed.

Is he going to deny me my orgasm? Is he going to torture me because I pushed him over the edge?

Whatever game he is playing right now, I want him to continue. It might be dangerous, but I give him my complete and utter trust.

It’s time for me to let go and be fucked. Like he said I will. But oh, this is going to be a glorious fuck. Something I’ll definitely enjoy. Something to savor and to not forget.

My trust doesn’t go to waste.

Graham plants gentle kisses on the back of my thighs, his fingers tenderly touching my wet, throbbing pussy. He inserts his finger between my folds and starts stroking my inner lips, slowly. Teasing me. I will him to speed up his actions, but the big bad wolf has his own plans.

He stops mid-motion and lifts his body up. He trails one strong hand up my spine. As if knowing what’s about to come, I clench my ass cheeks.

Graham kisses the dimples next to my spine, driving me crazy. How does he know these little things about my body so fast?

Unable to stay still, I wriggle. He is having none of that because before I know it, a sting of pain jolts from my buttocks.

He spanked me. What the…?

The look I give him is a mix of shock and arousal. There is a glint in his eyes as his hands make a new exploration of my body, starting from the small of my back.

Another slap. His palm lands hard and hot on my flesh.

“Spank me again, I dare you,” I say in a hoarse whisper, daring him to touch my drenched core. The pain of his spanking shot straight to my center, causing it to ache for him even more.

He smirks, and although he tries not to, he ends up bending to my whim. He continues to spank me, the force he exerts even greater this time.

I bite my lip to stop myself from releasing my guttural, desperate moan.