Euphemia was quieter than usual, grumbling softly each time I tried to step away from the bed.
“Still can’t get enough of my cock,” I grinned, pushing her flat against the mattress.
Her eyes flared instantly, her wolf bristling at being held down.
I wrapped my hand around her throat.
“What are you going to do, hmm?” I taunted, applying a touch more pressure.“Bite me?”
Her gaze locked on mine.
“How will you do that,” I went on softly, dangerously,“when I’ve yet to see your teeth?”
She blinked.
And then her eyes burned—orange and unmistakable.
I nearly released her in sheer astonishment.
Mate, Wulfric breathed, dissolving into a lovesick, reverent purr meant only for her.
She blinked again—and they were brown once more.
As if nothing had happened.
It was time, and I knew how to draw her stubborn little wolf out.
Chapter 24
Euphemia
His eyes stayed locked on mine as he lowered his head, his fingers never leaving my throat. A smirk curved his mouth just before his lips parted and heat closed around my nipple. My jaw clenched, teeth grinding as sensation flared sharp and relentless.
He knew every inch of my body.
And he knew exactly how to stoke the raging fire inside me.
He made a loud smacking sound on his final tug before moving to my other breast. I gripped his wrist, trying to pry his hand from my throat—but his fingers only tightened as he sucked harder on my nipple.
Within moments, my resistance dissolved. I parted my thighs, digging my heels into the bed and lifting my hips for him, hungry and unashamed.
I could feel my wolf stirring—playful, defiant. I smiled up at him and hooked my legs around his thighs, fingers raking through his hair as I pressed him harder to my breast. He growled in response, widening his mouth as though he might swallow me whole.
I curled my fingers in his hair and tugged, sharper this time, until I felt the heavy weight of his cock settle against my belly.My insides clenched, a flare of satisfaction rippling through my wolf.
She had come to me slowly—slipping in and out between sleep and waking—drawn forward by Wulfric’s growls and purrs, coaxed into the light at last.
More smacking sounds dragged my attention back to him. I watched his tongue slip over his lips as he licked them, slow and deliberate.
He released my neck without warning, his hands sliding down to cup my rear before lifting me off the bed—until only my head and shoulders remained pressed into the feather pillows.
“No,” I gasped.“What are ye doing?”
His eyes flashed gold.
Then he buried his face between my thighs.
He wasn’t gentle, and his tempo was ravenous—growling, teeth grazing my sensitive flesh, and when he pushed his tongue inside…
