“Come here, Kitten,” he says, his tone firm yet measured as he gestures me forward with his fingers. My legs wobble as I walk to him, unsure what to expect, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, I don’t hate the anticipation of the unknown.
I walk around the table until I’m standing between his legs. He swivels his finger when I reach him, instructing me to turn around.
“Step your legs on either side of mine,” he murmurs from behind me, sending a shiver down my spine. “Then sit on my lap.”
I follow his direction with him placing his large hands on my hips to steady me, letting heat seep through the fabric of my dress from the point of contact. I lean back toward him as I spread my legs. Between the position and the short length of my tight dress riding up my hips, my soaked pussy is fully exposed. Wetness shines on the inside of my thighs under the low lighting, and if it weren’t for his hard length pressing against my ass, I might feel embarrassed at how excited I am.
“I’m going to take this cock-tease dress off,” he whispers into my ear, sending goosebumps skittering down my arms. “Then I’m going to explore your body with my hands until it’s time for us to go into your room.” My breath hitches in my throat, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird in a cage. The warmth of his exhale tickles my skin, eliciting an involuntarily shiver. His voice, usually a low rumble, is now a husky rasp, laced with a raw intensity that both thrills and terrifies me.
Fuck, I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this man.
“Later, when we go into that room you booked,” he continues, his hand sliding from my hip up to my waist and back down again, “I’m going to lick up every drop of your delicious honey. I’m going to make you come on my tongue, my fingers, and finally my cock. Then I’m going to take your ass because I already know how much you want that. I could smell how wet you got when I mentioned it. I’m going to make you feel so damn good that I ruin you for other men.”
By the time he finishes speaking, I’m a whimpering mess of want and desire. My body is humming with anticipation; every nerve ending is screaming for his touch. I can't speak. Fuck, I can barely breathe with how lost I am in the swirling vortex of his words, drowning in the delicious torment of his promises.
I squeeze my eyes shut, imagining the words coming to life as if he has painted a vivid picture in my mind, each syllable a brushstroke of pure, unadulterated lust and desire. The world fades away—the noise of the club, the chatter of other members—everything dissolving into the background. All that remains is his voice, his promise, and the fire that is igniting within me.
“Color?”
“Green,” I groan. “So green, Sir.”
Chapter Seventeen
Ryan
Maya is soaked. She’s practically dripping. Her scent wraps around me like a shroud that cancels out everything else in the room. If my wolf wasn’t feral before, he would be gone completely if she refused me now.
Slowly, painfully slowly, I run my fingers to the concealed zipper at the back of her dress, pulling it down to reveal her creamy skin. I peel it down her body, reveling in the hitch of her breath and the way she gives herself to me. Everything feels so damn right.
My hands slide up along her bare waist, barely grazing the side of her bare breast before moving downward again. I take my time, enjoying the electricity in my fingertips that only touching my fated mate could elicit. Maya lets out soft little whimpers every time I move away from her breasts, which leads me to believe she’s sensitive there.
“Up,” I order when I can’t take the dress down further. Maya stands immediately, though her knees wobble ever so slightly and she reaches for the table to steady herself. Her dress falls to the floor, and she steps out of it before turning to face me. I pick up the latex material before folding it and placing it on the table andbringing my gaze back to my mate standing before me in nothing but her thigh-high boots.
I’ve seen her naked body before while watching through the windows of her home, but this is the first time she has put herself on display for me intentionally. My wolf is settled by her hard as diamonds nipples and the visible wetness that tracks down the inside of her thighs.
“Stunning,” I say, perusing her trim figure—her shapely runner’s legs, the curve from her hips sweeping to her small waist, and her breasts that look like they will fit perfectly into the palm of my hand. I could sit and stare at her for hours. But that’s not what we agreed to. When I pat my lap, Maya settles herself back in the same position from before, spread over my thighs, sitting faced away from me with her back to my front and her head resting on my shoulder.
My hands caress her skin, smoothing over her arms, stomach, the sides of her breasts, and along the inside of her thighs, until she is shaking with need.
“You do not have permission to come, Kitten. Not until we are alone.”
“Ye… yes, Sir,” she murmurs through heavy breaths
My fingers trail to her breasts, to her peaked nipples, and she whimpers when I tweak and twist them. When I trail a hand down to her soaked pussy, she lets out a sob. This must be torture, having her mate's fingers touching her sex and not being able to come.
“You want to come all over my hand, don’t you?” I ask as I push a finger into her tight channel.
“Yes, please.”
“That’s not what we agreed, Kitten,” I say, adding a second finger and slowly pumping inside her wet heat.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t… I need…” Her breathing comes in hard pants as she tries to stop herself from cresting the wave of an orgasm. I’m barely touching her, but she’s so beautifully responsive. So mine.
I withdraw my fingers when her body starts to shake and she slumps down. I take the hand that had been playing with her nipple and wrap it around her sleek ponytail, pulling her head back so she can see me as I suck my own fingers, tasting her arousal for the first time.
I let out a groan of appreciation. “Delicious,” I say before crashing my lips against hers, claiming her mouth. She kisses me back greedily, but I can smell her disappointment at her orgasm being stolen away from her.
“Don’t worry, Kitten; good things come to those who wait,” I whisper against her lips before resuming my exploration of her body.
