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THE WOLF

The sight of Cerise, earnest and willing to offer herself to me, ignited my feral, possessive side. I couldn’t stop myself from issuing the command.

“On your knees, witchling.”

Cerise’s face flushed, but she immediately obeyed, sinking to her knees on the floor. I was already tugging at the strings of my trousers until they came loose. I held her gaze with mine as I let them fall to the floor.

Her pulse spiked as her eyes dipped to my cock, which was already hard for her. Heat burned in her gaze, and my cock twitched in response.

“Open your mouth,” I ordered.

Cerise’s lips parted, exposing her tongue. My arousal twitched again. I threaded my fingers through her hair, tilting her head back so it was at the perfect angle for me to thrust into her.

Before I did, I looked down at her, unease rippling over me. “If it becomes too much for you, pinch my leg. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her breath hot on my skin. Gods, I needed to be inside her. My cock strained with need, aching to feel the stroke of her tongue.

“I mean it, Cerise. The moment it becomes uncomfortable for you, you have to let me know.”

“I will, Alaric.”

“Good.” My restraint snapped, and I could hold back no longer. My grip tightened on her hair, and I shoved my cock into her mouth. I meant to only go halfway, but her mouth opened wide, and she took in more of me. All of me. I groaned, the sound low and drawn out as I filled her. Her tongue flicked along the head, and the smooth stroke of it was so warm and wet that my knees went weak.

I drove into her, deeper this time. Her teeth closed, scraping along me slowly. Torturously. I shuddered inside her, my eyes closing. I fisted her hair, tugging her head backward and thrusting again. Her lips tightened as she sucked hard. Her tongue danced around me, tasting me thoroughly.

I grunted, hips jerking as I plunged into her, pumping in and out. Her soft lips and the hot moisture coating my cock were almost too much for me. Her teeth snagged on me again.

I let out a strangled sound and yanked her hair, perhaps a bit too roughly. She made a noise in her throat, and the vibration against my cock drove me mad. I feared I’d gone too far, and I waited for her to pinch my leg.

But she didn’t. She only gazed up at me through lust-filled eyes, her face pink. Her hands came around me, fingers gripping my ass as she pulled me against her in silent demand.

I was so deep I could feel the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, and she made another sound. But still she kept sucking on me, her lips tugging with relentless force. The back and forth motion drove me wild.

“Yes,” I panted, eyes closing. “Yes.”

Her tongue swirled around me. I rammed into her again and again, my pace wild and frenzied. Oh gods, I couldn’t think straight anymore. I forgot where I was, who I was. All I knew was the devastating pleasure coursing through me, the pressure building in my cock, ready to erupt.

Cerise made a choking sound as I filled her over and over.

“Pinch me,” I urged her through our bond. “Just pinch me, and I’ll stop.”

“Absolutely not, Your Majesty,” she responded.

Her fingernails dug into my ass, and a strangled noise escaped me. I pumped harder. Faster. My breaths were ragged and desperate. Tension coiled, winding tighter and tighter.

“That’s it, witchling,” I breathed. “Take it. Take all of me. Gods, you feel so good.”

Her lips tugged harder on me. My cock throbbed inside her. She closed her teeth around me, tongue stroking over my tip.

Fire ignited in my veins, and something within me burst. Waves of pleasure crashed through me, making my skin hum and my blood sing. I groaned as I came, spilling into her mouth. She drank it up, swallowing everything I gave her. I thrust once more, clenching my teeth as the last of it left me.

Slowly, my eyes opened to find her still gazing up at me, eyes alight with satisfaction. I withdrew from her, and she licked her lips, her tongue lapping up the droplets still clinging to her mouth.

I hissed a breath through my teeth at the look she was giving me, all lust and desire.

She wanted more.

“What else do you require of me, my king?” she asked, her voice slightly hoarse. Her eyes fell to my cock, which was already starting to get hard again.