Page 33 of Cuffed By the Wolf

My wolf shifter.

Gripping his t-shirt, I press my lips hard against his, inhaling his minty toothpaste and forest floor scent.

Our tongues tangle and a moan escapes me. His hands are under my dress in no time. Next thing I know, he’s ripping my panties off. Like he fucking shredded the thin material.

Slick runs down my thighs.

Shit.

“Gavin, I said no sex.”

“I haven’t eaten pussy in a long time. And I don’t kiss anymore. But I had to taste those beautiful, pouty lips,” Gavin admits.

That pumps up my ego.

A slow heat blooms in my chest, spreading down between my thighs.

“I want you to ride my face.” His voice drops to a rough growl. “I need to feel your thighs squeezing my head while you come on my tongue. Over and over again until you can’t anymore.”

“Oh, shit,” I breathe, my knees pressing together.

“Gavin.” His name falls out of me like a sigh, soft and wanting.

“You’ll stay with me tonight. No cock. Just my mouth on your pussy while I stroke myself. I’ve been⁠—”

I press two fingers against his lips, feeling the warm exhale of his breath against my fingertips. He stops. His eyes search mine, dark and glassy.

“You’ve said enough,” I whisper. “Don’t say another word.”

He reaches down and drags the black t-shirt up over his head, tossing it behind him. My eyes drop immediately. His abdomen is carved into deep ridges, his chest broad and tight, a faint trail of dark brown hair disappearing into his waistband. My fingers curl involuntarily at my sides.

“Every night and every morning,” he says, watching me stare at him, “I wrap my hand around my cock and think about you. Only you.”

I close my eyes briefly. “I’ll let you eat my pussy. Because I know you won’t remember this in the morning. Right now you just need to get me out of your system. I’ll be gone soon, Gavin. And you can move on with your life.”

His hand rises slowly to my throat, his fingers curling around the sides of my neck, his thumb resting at the hollow of my pulse. He tilts my chin up until I have nowhere to look but at him.

“Little omega.” His thumb strokes once along my jaw. “I will never forget you. The thought of another man’s hands on you—” his grip tightens just slightly, a low sound rumbling in his chest. “Makes me want to tear the world apart.”

My heart slams against my rib cage.

Deep down, I’m projecting onto him because I want nothing more than to feel his tongue push inside me while I grind down against his face and forget, for one night, that I ever have to leave.

“Unzip me.”

He drags the zipper down slowly, his rough fingertips grazing the length of my spine as the fabric parts. I tug the dress down over my hips and let it pool at my feet. I kick it aside along with my heels.

“Fuck,” he mutters. His big, calloused hands slide along my waist, up over my hips, and cup my bare breasts, his thumbs dragging slow circles over my nipples until they stiffen against his palms. “Your thick body and beautiful tits are perfect. For me.”

“Gavin, shush. That’s the liquor talking.”

He grips my hips and lifts me like I weigh nothing, pulling me up against his body until my bare pussy presses flush against the hard ridges of his abs. I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. My arms hook around his neck and my legs lock behind his back as he carries me to the bed.

“I’ll keep my shorts on,” he tells me, his voice rough against my throat.

He lays back against the pillows and grips my thighs, dragging me up the length of his chest until my knees bracket his head and my pussy hovers just above his mouth. The warm rush of his breath hits my slick folds, and my thighs tremble.

“Gavin,” I cry out. His tongue hasn’t even left his mouth yet.