Ruthless (Wolf Ranch 6)

That wasn’t what I wanted. If I was to have him for just a little fun, I wanted all the fun. I owed it to women everywhere to see this guy naked. Get that dick in me and take it for a ride.

“Mmm hmm.” I lifted my torso up a bit, making him shuffle up onto his knees, so he had room to tug the shirt over my head, and I waited for him to unhook my bra while he was at it. “I love that you asked, big man, but, um—you’ve got the green light.”

He stroked my hair back. “Aw, darlin’. Are you telling me I’m in charge?”

I was pretty sure I blushed to my roots, but I nodded. I figured he had way more experience than I did. I definitely didn’t want to be driving this show. Not when he obviously had the moves.

“I always was.” Cocky bastard.

His eyes took on that curious otherworldly glint as he took in my breasts. I wasn’t big, but he didn’t look put off. Far from it.

My gaze tracked down between our bodies to the bulge in his jeans, and I noted two things. One—wolves definitely were bigger than humans. Two—he was rock hard for me.

He didn’t rush. No, Rand gave me everything I hoped for, lowering his mouth to my right breast and licking and teasing my nipple as he squeezed and kneaded the left.

I moaned, finding his beefy shoulders with my fingers and hanging on for the ride. “Rand,” I cried out when he bit my nipple. That little bit of pain went right to my clit.

“Aw, fuck, darlin’. Keep calling out my name like that in that sweet, needy voice of yours, and I’ll give you everything you want.”

I nearly came right then. This was so much better than all the lights-off, awkward-polite couplings I’d had with musicians or artists. Rand was all alpha male—confident in his sexual prowess and swoon worthy in his approach… even after gently putting a spider outside.

He switched to my other breast, giving it the same treatment, but he moved his hand back between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together around his fingers, needing more there. More pressure. Penetration. Satisfaction.

“Unbutton those shorts, darlin’,” Rand rumbled when he lifted his head, briefly. He flicked his brows and grinned at me. “See? I’m not asking this time.”

A zing of pleasure went straight to my core, as if the mere suggestion of his sexual dominance would make me come. Had he known I wanted him to take charge or was it a given? If I’d been bossy, would he have let me dominate him?

Yeah, he’d have let me. I knew he was in charge, and I wanted him that way. It got me hot.

I reached down, fumbling hurriedly to open the shorts. I shoved my own hand down them, shocked at how swollen and wet my folds were.

Rand captured my wrist and pulled my hand out then brought my fingers to his mouth, holding my gaze as he slowly sucked my juices from the tips. “Mmm. I knew you’d taste good, Red. But I didn’t know how good. But see, pleasuring you is my job. And you’re creeping in on my duties. So I think punishment is in order.”

Punishment? My belly flipped but not with fear. Totally with excitement. If anyone had asked me yesterday if I was into punishment sex, I would’ve said no freaking way. But Rand was showing me a side of myself I didn’t even know I had. Desires I’d never glimpsed before.

He rolled me to my belly and pulled my shorts and panties all the way off. He slapped my ass lightly.

Too lightly. I moaned, arched my back.

I looked over my shoulder. “Harder,” I whispered, half frightened of what I was asking for.

Rand’s wolfish grin appeared. His hand smacked down before I even had time to rethink my request.

“Oh!” I slammed my inner thighs together, unbelievably turned on.

Rand chuckled darkly. “I’m not gonna ask if you want more, darlin’, because you told me not to, so I’m gonna spank you until I think you’re good and wet.”

Oh. Gawd.

I was already good and wet, but his suggestion that I could be wetter seemed to make it so. His hand smacked down, hard and fast. He popped my ass, alternating cheeks, right and left for eight spanks, then slid his fingers between my legs.

I came on a harsh gasp.

Just like that—embarrassingly wet, clenching under the tips of his fingers, which weren’t even inside me.

“Oh, goddamn, Red. That is so fucking hot. You liked your spanking, didn’t you?”

I made an unintelligible sound as my head flopped down. I was embarrassed but still so freaking turned on. “More,” I murmured.

Rand uttered a curse and returned to spanking me, increasing the intensity slightly, so I started to squirm before he stopped to rub over my core again. “Roll over,” he commanded but didn’t wait for me to comply. He gripped my hip and pushed me onto my back then spread my knees wide and settled between my legs.