“Joanna—”
“Besides make it my mission to ruin you for everyone else?”
Oh fuck.
“So that every time you’re balls deep in someone, about to explode, it’s my name that slips from these lips.” She kissed me, moaning into my mouth as she stroked my length before biting my bottom lip and pulling away.
She rose from on top of me and, before I begged her to stay, she got down on her knees.
“If those hands leave from behind your head, I stop.”
I held my breath as she licked the precum off my tip.
“Do you understand?”
I knew from a young age that the Goddess had blessed my future as an alpha. I may have been born into the title, but it was She who blessed me with the power and strength to stand in our sacred Den and have the elders swear me into my position.
My wolves worshiped me as their leader. They swore to serve me andmypack—even risk their lives if I needed them to.
But here I was with a human on her knees, and instead of feeling in control…
I was completely at her mercy.
Joanna didn’t move until I agreed to her terms.
I only managed half a nod when she took me into her mouth and began sucking like she meant what she’d said. She was trying to ruin me. Only… she might’ve already accomplished that.
I flung my head back and squeezed my eyes shut. “Fuck.” I pulled at my hair in agony, struggling with the inability to grab hers.
Joanna swirled her tongue around my tip before slipping it in the slit. My breath hitched, and my abs contracted with a jolt. She took the head in her mouth and sucked and kissed it, while her hand stroked my shaft with delicious flicks of her wrist.
Without warning, she dropped her head until I hit the back of her throat. I jerked my hips forward, aching to watch hertake all of me but knowing I would use my hands to seize her head and fuck her mouth until I came.
Joanna pulled back, then lowered her head again. Pulled back, then lowered. With each bob of her head, her tongue traced the veins of my shaft.
“Joanna, fuck,” I groaned. “I’m gonna come.”
Her mouth flew off me with a sadistic wetpop. “No.”
I tried to catch my breath as I lifted my head to look down at her. “No?” I repeated.
“Not until I tell you that you can.”
I unlocked my fingers and removed my hands from behind my head. “What?”
Joanna didn’t reply. She stood up and tried to walk away, but I scrambled to my feet and grabbed her arm. When she looked down at her wrist, I cursed, dropping her hand.
My obedience made her smirk. She walked around to the front of my desk, unbuttoning her jeans. “Do you smell that, Blackwood?”
Joanna was so fucking wet. I still hadn’t caught my breath, but with the scent of her arousal, I was practically hyperventilating.
She shimmied out of her bottoms and sat on my desk, pushing her knife and gun further out of the way. “Would you like to taste it, Marcus—”
I lunged across the desk, grabbing Joanna by the neck and pulling her until her lips were on mine. She kissed me with an aggression that made me throb. But on the list of things that made me lose my mind, the kiss came second—because the way she shoved my head down to her thighs would’ve made a weaker man come in his fucking pants.
I kissed her mound through her soaked underwear before tearing the fabric from her legs.
Her hunter tattoo called to me the way it did each time I was between her luscious thighs.
