“Let me see,” Angie cries, running down the stairs. She throws her arms around her mother’s waist and looks up at Colleen’s pretty smile.
I squeeze Colleen’s nape before I release her. “I’m going to take another cold shower,” I murmur.
At this point, I’m not sure a bucket of ice could cool me down. I leave Colleen to feed the pups and go back upstairs to get in my shower. Once there, I fist my cock, closing my eyes and leaning my forehead against the cool tile as cold water drenches my back. I beat off to the image of Colleen’s legs, the ripeness of her sweet cunt, but something won’t let me come. Which is a huge problem. There’s no way I can be near her if I can’t clear out some of this raging lust.
I groan, banging my head against the tile and fisting my cock even harder.
Her scent magically fills the shower as if conjured by my fantasies, mingling with the steam.
Mark. I hear my name spoken in her voice, the sound driving me wild.
No, wait. My eyes flare open, and I release my cock, spinning around.
She’s standing in my bathroom, with the shirt off, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. I push the shower door open, but leave the water running to muffle the sounds I hope we’re about to make. The kids have the keen hearing of shifters, but I hear them playing downstairs, and the shower noise will drown out our activity.
I step out, dripping wet. “Did you come for your spanking, little girl?”
Her nipples bead up, her long hair falls over one shoulder. “Yes.”
I fucking love the new confidence she shows. Like she understands how much power she has over me. That she doesn’t have to be afraid.
I want to go slowly—I mean to go slowly—but I’m too out of my mind with lust. I barrel into her, not taking time to dry off or be gentle. I grip her hips and spin her to face the counter. “Bend over, sweetheart,” I tell her roughly.
By some miracle, she’s still not afraid. She braces her hands on it and pushes her cute ass out. I stroke my hand over her panties. They’re the practical kind—plain, cotton, heather grey.
“I’d better leave these on you, or we’ll make too much noise,” I tell her right before I lift my hand and crack it down on one side of her ass.
She makes an approving sound, uhhnn, and that’s all I need to continue. I spank her hard and fast with one hand as my other dips down the front of her panties and rubs over her clit.
“Mark!” she gasps, her little button swelling under my fingertip, her pussy leaking the most delicious juices.
“Say it again,” I command, spanking harder. “Who’s your daddy?”
She presses her fingers over the top of mine with a desperate whine. “You are. Mark. You’re my daddy.”
Oh, fates, I’m going to lose it. I’m going to lose control and sink my teeth in her. But the moment my gaze goes to her shoulder and tracks the scars her asshole ex left, I regain control.
Her teeth grew in, but those scars still haven’t healed, which means they run deep. I’m going to take that asshole alpha ex-mate of hers out for what he’s done to Colleen and his pups.
And I won’t betray her trust. Ever.
I channel my need into spanking her harder and faster, knowing a she-wolf loves a little pain with her pleasure, remembering how her pussy turned molten when I threatened it downstairs.
I sink two fingers inside her with my other hand, cupping her mons and pressing over her swollen clit.
“Please,” she pleads, and I stop spanking, in case she’s begging for mercy. “No,” she says quickly. “Don’t stop. I need it—please.”
“What do you need, babygirl?” I thrust my fingers deeper inside her as I squeeze and knead her ass.
She twists to look over her shoulder, and her gaze drops to my erection.
“You want a long, wet ride on my cock, babygirl?”
She licks her lips, making me groan. “Yes, please.”
Yes, please. This girl.
I yank a drawer open to find a box of condoms and roll one on as my beautiful she-wolf shimmies out of her panties. Fates, I hope I can control myself.
But Colleen trusts me, and that makes me desperate to be worthy of that faith. I know it can’t be easy for her. I drag the head of my sheathed cock through her juices. “Is this what you need, sweetheart? Daddy’s cock?”
“Yes, please.”
I push her lower back to angle her ass up more, then shove in, filling her. I have to stop, closing my eyes and willing back the need to mark her. My teeth are long and extended in my mouth, dripping with the serum that contains my scent, that would forever mark her as mine.