“No,” I finally whispered. The thing Iusedto despise. “…But thanks for asking.”
Marcus nodded, the menacing glimmer in his eyes finally extinguished to leave a soft understanding in its place. He pulled me closer, sliding one arm under my neck and draping the other over my body.
“Whenever you’re ready, Joanna,” he said lowly. “There’s no rush.”
The sincerity in his voice suppressed the shame gnawing at me from the inside. The words were dangerously comforting and all types of wrong, but I felt them all the way to my core.
I turned to lie on my side and nestled my back against Marcus’s chest. He kissed my neck while exhaling through his nose, his warm breath on my skin making me shudder… So, he did it again. His light snort that followed in lieu of my reaction sent heat pounding between my legs.
He kissed me one last time. It was brief—his way of letting me know he was done toying with me. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered.
But he knew damn well I couldn’t after that. And especially not when his dick was twitching against my ass.
So, I arched my back and began rolling my hips.
Marcus groaned as his erection grew. He buried his face in my neck and shook his head. “Okay. Okay, Joanna. I’m sorry,” he rasped.
It didn’t matter. He started this… and I needed it.
“What are you sorry for, Marcus?” I taunted, keeping my voice low and breathy.
He moved his hand from over my stomach to grab my hip, pulling me closer to grind against me. “For teasing you,” he breathed.
“Ah.” I smirked. “And if I don’t let you fuck me right now, Alpha, howsorrywill you be then?” I removed his hand from my waist and placed it between my parted legs.
Marcus needed no instructions. With a moan, he coated two fingers in my arousal. “Damn, you’re already so wet for me,” he praised, rubbing my clit. Without warning, he added more pressure, making my back arch. “But to answer your question… would you like to see who begs for it first?” He thrust his fingers inside me, eliciting a cry from my lips. “Not looking too good for the hunter.”
I laughed through the pleasure. “Fuck you, Blackwood.”
“Ask nicely.”
Although my mind was still racing, our banter gave me something new to focus on. I would never confess the influence he had on my stability, but I suspected he already knew.
My first orgasm made me squeeze my eyes shut, and I bit my lip—not giving the Alpha the satisfaction of hearing me cry out. I stopped writhing against him, waiting for the wave to fall.
“Shit, Joanna,” he whispered. “Next time you come, it needs to be on my tongue.”
My walls stopped clenching around his fingers, and he pulled them out to dive under the covers before I grabbed his wrist.
“Alpha,” I said sweetly, though it came out in a ragged breath, “fuck me.”
“Hmm,” he mused. “That’s a far cry from begging. Why does your request sound more like you’re giving an alpha an order?”
“Because it wasn’t a damn—”
Marcus’s hand disappeared from between my legs. He grabbed onto my thigh, lifting it for better access to my dripping pussy before he shoved in, groaning as he filled me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion.
At first, his thrusts were slow. Sensual. I felt every pull and every push with an intensity that made me glad he caved first, because shit… I would’ve begged if I had another five seconds.
He soon picked up speed, pounding me harder from behind, just the way I liked it. My hands massaged my breasts, and I squeezed my nipples, giving the aching buds the relief they desperately needed.
No one filled me the way Marcus did. Nobody’s voice set me on fire quite like his either. It was a problem—a complication that I knew I’d also have to face eventually.
But right now, all I wanted to do was come on his dick.
He went from breathing into the crook of my neck to kissing my shoulder. His canines grazed my skin, and I instantly grew dizzy. But that was fucking dangerous—that shit should not turn me on.
I tried not to moan. “Put your wolf away, Alpha,” I warned.
