My eyes closed as her slick heat fluttered around me. Her head tilted until it rested against my neck—damp strands of her hair brushing my skin. I slid my hand beneath her and cupped her breast.
I wasn’t gentle.
The way she pushed back—grinding, rotating, chasing it—told me everything I needed to know about how much she liked that.
“I guess that’s why they call it the heat,” she said breathlessly.
My fingers slid to her nipple.
“Yes,” she sighed.
I applied pressure—pinched until she gasped.
It wasn’t solely for her.
The way her tight heat clenched down on every inch of me every time I did it had not gone unnoticed. It was an entirely practical observation.
I released her hip and wrapped my hand around her throat, working her other nipple simultaneously.
“If you want more,” I murmured,“you know what to do.”
Her back twisted—a slow, deliberate arc—and I followed her.
She settled on her belly. Patient. Waiting.
I couldn’t say good girl.
Her wolf had made her position on that phrase extremely clear the one time I’d slipped. The objection had been immediate, venomous, and had nearly taken a layer of skin with it.
“That’s my dirty girl,” I said instead, squeezing her throat.“Always ready to offer me more.”
Her response wasn't vocal.
Her mouth focused on breathing.
But that tight little hole always told me what she needed.
Always.
Chapter 48
Nika
Day Five
The Alpha said it would be the last day. He mentioned something about scent. I couldn't remember because I’d been occupied in other matters. When the words sank in they left me feeling jittery—and not in a good way. Change was coming and I was hesitant to allow it entry.
Yet everything else has entered us, Bad Girl snickered.
You’re a bad bitch, I retorted affectionately.
More, Alpha. Give me more, she mimicked.
You’ve chilled out. Didn’t you want to kill him?
He grew in me.
I chuckled. Conrí stirred behind me.
