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  “No,” he ordered, his breathing ragged as he yanked down her other strap. “I want to hear it. I want to hear it all. Every moan and cry of pleasure. I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”

  Chapter Three

  Cyan gasped as his hand closed over her breast, thumb locating her nipple. In a second, it beaded to a hard peak, begging for his attention. His low growl, the deep rumble in the back of his throat, warned her that his wolf was close to the surface, threatening his control.

  Rather than scare her, the thought just turned her on. Her pussy tightened, her clit aching.

  “Yeah, you want this… Fuck you smell fantastic.”

  He bent and scooped her up, striding across the empty room. With a squeak, she grabbed for a hold across shoulders that were broader than when she’d first seen him. She didn’t say anything, silent when he pushed open a door. It wasn’t the one she’d entered the ballroom through, but a smaller one hidden behind a pillar and the sweep of a deep red drape. It opened onto a small corridor.

  Silence stretched between them as he strode along it. She risked a glance up at him. His jaw was tight, a tiny muscle jumping in the corner. She bit her lip, fighting the temptation to lean in and plant a kiss there. The aura of tension and seriousness that surrounded him gave her pause. This wasn’t romantic. They weren’t a couple. He was the Master of the City and she was his bed-partner for the evening.

  As though aware of her scrutiny, he turned and caught her gaze. “Don’t look so worried, I’m not going to eat you.” He flashed a small grin. “In a bad way at least.”

  The small grin eased her nerves, leaving just heat. She leaned in and kissed the corner of his jaw. “Well, that’s a relief. Now, shall we get on with it? Or do you plan to walk around the place first?”

  “Sassy wench.” He chuckled, then with a quick move, heaved her up over his shoulder. She squeaked in surprise, but his large hand landing on her ass with a loud smack silenced her. Had he just spanked her? “Behave, or we’ll be back to that punishment we were talking about.”

  “Uh-huh. Is that a threat or a promise?” she managed breathlessly, most of the wind knocked out of her at his quick move. His shoulders were broad, not cutting into her stomach. She grabbed a lung full of air, only to have it escape her lungs in a rush when he slid a large hand up between her legs. Parting her thighs, his questing fingers brushed over her satin-clad pussy lips. Her damp satin-clad pussy lips.

  “Hot,” he rumbled, his wolf clear in his voice. “And wet. I can’t wait to taste your cream when you come for me, little wolf.”

  She couldn’t think of anything to say. Not that she could answer because as he spoke, he slipped his fingers beneath the satin. She sucked a hard breath in as he stroked along the groove of her pussy. His fingertips stroked the slick flesh, gathering the evidence of her arousal before he zeroed in on her clit.

  She gasped, fists bunched against his back, as he circled the tiny bundle of nerves. Around and over, he rubbed in small circles, then switched to flicking his finger back and forth. She wriggled and squirmed on his shoulder, her breath coming in hard pants. Tension rolled through her body, hard pleasure tightening her pussy to near pain. A hard knot of arousal formed between her legs and she parted them further, eager to give him all the access he needed.

  The corridor passed in a blur, until finally they reached a door. All she knew was that they stopped for a moment, any other details stolen when he thrust a finger deep into her sopping pussy.

  “Ohhhh…” She gasped, arching her back and rocking her hips to get more penetration. She needed deeper, harder. Thicker… “Oh god…yes. More.”

  “Master, not God,” he rumbled, the door slamming behind them. “And more’s not a problem.”

  He pulled from her and before she could pout in disappointment at the loss, he leaned forward and dropped her onto a bed. She didn’t get a chance to move. Within a heartbeat, he was over her. He yanked her legs apart, shoved her dress up and reached for her panties. They caught, resisting his attempt to remove them. The sound of a growl and tearing cloth filled the air a second before cool air washed over her exposed pussy.

  He dropped between her legs, parting her thighs further to accommodate his wide shoulders and blew a warm breath over her. She moaned in pleasure as he parted her, not caring she was spread out like a pagan sacrifice. One for his pleasure alone.

  “So pretty. Hot.” Leaning forward, he swept his tongue over her. A small, hard cry of pleasure escaped her lips. The rough brush of his tongue was heaven. Warm and teasing, he flicked over her clit in quick movements. He fanned his tongue back and forth, working her clit before pulling the small bundle of nerves into the warmth of his mouth. He suckled. Hard. Pleasure washed over her, forcing a cry from her lips as it spiraled out from her core to send heat through her entire body.

  “Oh…that’s it,” she murmured, reaching down to spear her fingers through his short curls. “I’m gonna come…”

  He growled again, the vibration against her clit pushing her to the edge, then thrust not one, but two fingers deep inside her. She screamed, body shattering under his ministrations. He didn’t let up, feasting on her pussy with tiny growls even as pleasure cascaded through her. The brush of his tongue, and the thrust of his fingers within her, stretched her release out, then, before she realized, had toppled her over into another hard climax.

  Awash with pleasure, she was barely aware of him moving. His fingers slid from her, and he crawled up to bracket her body. She looked up. His face was harsh, the feral edges of the wolf showing in hard cheekbones and amber eyes. He caught her gaze, the expression in his eyes hot and wild. As though he wanted to eat her alive. Or fuck her senseless.

  She bit her lip as he grabbed her leg and hauled it over his hip. Still clothed, his hand shook when he reached to rip open his fly. His cock sprang free to slap against her belly, and leave a sticky smear of pre-cum. She moaned at the scent of his arousal on the air. Musky and hot, it made her normally dormant wolf sit up and take notice.

  “You’re mine,” he said, his voice lower than human, and dark with a note of possession. “All mine.”

  Then he drove inside her with one slick, hard thrust.

  She lost the ability to breathe, her lungs stilled for her body to process the long, hard length of his cock buried deep inside her. Forced her pussy to part around him. To accommodate him. She’d never felt so full in her life, almost too full as she fought to ride the edge between pure bliss and the burning pain that accompanied his penetration.

  “Oh lord…” she moaned, throwing her head back against the satin sheets.

  His warm breath preceded his lips as he planted a row of hot kisses along the tender length of her throat.

  “Lord’ll do,” he rumbled, his hips still as though he waited for her to get used to the thickness and length of him buried within her. It was a small thing, but one so caring it melted her heart on the spot. It wasn’t something she’d expected from an alpha with his reputation.

  A soft moan filled the air, from her own lips, as the uncomfortable sensation faded, leaving the need to move. She drove her hands into his hair, pulling his head back so she could kiss him. This time she was the aggressor, demanding a response with lips and tongue. She rolled her hips, sending a thrill of sensation through them both so strong that she felt his body jerk in reaction. Opening her mouth to accept his tongue, she swallowed his groan of pleasure, the sound lost under their kiss.

  He slammed a hand into the sheets, gripping them hard as he pulled back to power into her. The heavy thrust rocked the bed and curled her toes. He was so thick and long, he pressed hard against her walls. She felt everything. Every inch. Every vein and ridge. She clung to him and tried to catch her breath. She was no innocent, but in his arms she felt like it. She’d never been fucked this way, with such intensity, such passion, before. Ever.

  His groans increased to growls and he stroked his free hand along her leg, pulling it up to mirror the othe
r around his hips. “Lock your ankles,” he ordered, shoving himself upright. The change in angle pressed his cock inside her in ways that made her eyes cross, and she hurried to do as he commanded.

  His eyes were pure amber, burning with heat. Still keeping pace with his thrusts, he reached down and rubbed his thumb over her clit. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes rolling back in her head as hard tension formed under his touch. She couldn’t be that close. Not again. Not after he’d made her come so hard in quick succession.

  But she was. Eyes wide with shock, she looked up at him. He smiled. Carried on rubbing, back and forth, in time with his thrusts. At the end of each deep penetration, he added a roll of his hips that made her whimper.

  “That’s it, little wolf.” His voice was a velvet rasp. “Let it go. I want to feel you come over my cock.”

  His words cracked her control. She closed her eyes and with the next swipe against her clit, the tension broke. Ecstasy poured over her, through her, working its way outward from her clit and cunt in a shattering explosion of sheer sensation, and with a soft moan, she cried his name and tumbled into ecstasy.

  The feeling of her clamping around his cock was so amazing that Veyr’s eyes crossed. He grit his teeth and pushed past it, seeking the silken haven of her pussy around him. He fought against his impending climax, despite the silky rush of hers tempting him to his own release.

  He’d thought tonight would just be the standard midwinter fuck, the Master of the City spreading his seed amongst the packs as duty dictated, but it had turned out to be far more. Rather than just picking a face he didn’t mind looking at for the evening, he’d been drawn to her from the moment he’d seen her, standing in the middle of the ballroom, defiance wrapped around her like a cloak. The air of challenge bristling from her had roused his wolf, the light of intelligence in her eyes had roused the man. Her curves…they’d roused his cock.

  He grit his teeth, dropped forward to power into her. Hands either side of her head, he slammed his hips against hers. Wild, and passionate, his wolf howled deep within. He shuddered, still fucking her. No need to worry about hurting her. She was wolf enough that his strength couldn’t hurt her. He’d never hurt her.

  The waves of her climax tightened her pussy in rhythmic pulses, clenching her slick pussy around his cock and he knew he didn’t have long. Not long to keep her in his bed. One night. That’s all he got. The reason he never got attached to his midwinter partners. It was about fucking. About the gift of his seed, and possibly his cub, to the packs.

  He snarled. The thought of her carrying his child did something to him inside. Heat raced down his spine, arrowed through his body to encircle his cock and balls. With a snarl, he slammed into her one last time and held still. His cock jerked, pulsing deep inside her as he came hard. Throwing back his head, he howled his release to the moon as it broke free of the clouds overhead to bath them both in its silver light.

  He panted, dropping his head as his release wiped him out. His arms around her in a tight embrace, he rolled until she lay on his chest, his cock still buried deep inside her. It pulsed, small ripples of pleasure that made them both murmur.

  He brushed his lips against her temple, closed his eyes and smiled. If she thought he was letting her go come morning, she was in for a surprise.

  She was his. He was the Master of the City, and he kept what belonged to him.

  The End

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