He didn’t stop me. His eyes blazed as he pulled the scarf from my head. I found the buttons while he stripped me of my coat, shaking my arms until the fabric slid free before I returned to his cock, sighing as my fingers worked down his length, freeing him.
The fire flickered in the hearth, candlelight warming the room, yet none of it compared to the heat radiating from his swollen knot.
I gripped him with both hands as he shrugged out of his jacket. He tugged my dress up and away, and I sank to my knees, remembering the way he had once teased me with his mouth. He didn’t protest—he simply offered me more.
His fingers curled around his thick cock as he guided the smooth, dripping tip toward my lips. My mouth parted without hesitation, starved for his taste.
“Lick me clean, little mate. Use that mouth and suck,” he snarled, pushing his cock into my waiting mouth.
I swallowed, tasting him on my tongue—salty and sweet, sweet enough to remind me of a caramel I’d once savoured. I sucked harder, careful not to graze him with my teeth.
His fingers twisted in my hair, guiding me, moving me back and forth.
“Open wide, Euphemia. Take me deeper,” he growled, and the ache inside me sharpened in response.
I clutched his breeches and tipped my head back, opening myself fully to receive him.
My mate. My wolf. My man.
“My good girl,” he hummed, rocking his hips.“I missed you. I missed us—this.”
He dragged my head back and forth along his length, stopping each time he hit the back of my throat—pressing a little harder with every thrust until the urge to gag faded.
“Open up,” he murmured.
He moved faster, pulling my head down until I was forced to swallow him fully. I hummed in response, savouring him, my tongue tracing beneath his length until I felt the bulge of his veins.
“Yes,” he hissed.“Just like that. Take me.”
I looked up at him. His eyes were wild as he began to thrust—harder, deeper—until my neck stretched wide to accommodate his girth.
The wet sounds made my thighs clench, but he didn’t stop, inching his way down my throat until his swollen knot brushed my lips.
“I can feel your need through our bond, little wolf,” he rasped, holding my head in place as I blinked the tears away.“You need my knot stuffed inside you, don’t you?”
I released my grip on his breeches and cupped his knot, squeezing hard enough to draw a sharp gasp from him. With a groan, he pulled free of my mouth, his glistening cock bobbing before me. I barely had time to take him in before he hauled me to my feet and marched me toward the chaise.
He yanked my underwear down and forced me to kneel on the velvet seat.
“Look at you,” he hissed, pulling my thighs apart.“You are drenched. Your needy cunt is begging for me.”
Madadh growled—impatient, demanding.
Wulfric answered her with a low purr, the sound soothing us instantly. Thaddeus, however, dragged his cock along my heatedflesh, slow and deliberate. With each stroke, I felt just how wet I was. I whimpered, pushing back, desperate to capture him.
His fingers curled around my throat.
“Good girl,” he crooned.“Offer yourself to me. Give me what belongs to me.”
I panted, still struggling to catch my breath. My hands tightened on the carved wood of the seat, grounding myself before I began to rock back against him. My insides clenched as I rubbed myself along his hard length, need sharpening with every movement.
At last, he guided the blunt head to my opening and pushed forward, spearing me with his staff. I moaned—half cry, half plea—as he filled me. It felt as though my heat had claimed me all over again.
“That’s my girl,” he growled, thrusting deeper.“Take my cock. Take every last inch of me.”
His fingers tightened around my throat while his other hand moved to cup my breast.
“Take us both—man and beast,” he rasped, plunging back and forth, giving me exactly what I needed.
