Rough (Wolf Ranch 1)

I grinned, then nipped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. The spot where I wanted to bite and mark her as mine. No. No!

“You take care of everyone. It’s time someone takes care of you.”

She was still thinking too much, so I slid my hand inside her opened jeans, then over the lacy edge of her panties. Silk and lace. Fuck, I wanted to see them, but kept on my task, which was far from a hardship. Sure, I wanted her to forget about my injury, but I wanted to see her come. Wanted to see her face as she found her peak on my fingers. Heard the sounds of her release. I needed it more than I wanted to come. Yes, she was my mate. No fucking question if I didn’t give a shit if my balls turned blue and fell off as long as my girl got off.

I brushed my fingers lightly over her folds with no barrier but the thin fabric of her panties. She was hot and the silk wet.

Her pussy clenched, breath stuttered. Her scent was stronger now, her body temperature rising, sweat blooming on her skin, her pussy all but coating her panties in her sweet-scented juices.

I made a circle over her clit. “I’d like to pay you back, Doctor.” I swallowed her gasp with a kiss, not able to resist her mouth. I could finger fuck her, find that little g-spot and rub it and stroke that clit until she screamed and creamed. But no. She’d get more from me, and I’d remember everything about this moment.

I could hear birds chirping outside the barn, the rustle of the wind. No one was around. I’d hear them coming a long way off. Audrey was mine. Every pant. Every moan. Every clench of her pussy.

“For the care you gave me when I was hurt,” I added. I tucked one finger under the gusset of her panties and dragged it through her juices. I groaned. My wolf growled. That nectar was all for me. She was ready for my cock, to be marked, mated. Made mine.

“Th-that’s not really necessary.” Her hips bucked as I slowly circled her entrance, dipped inside. Her pussy muscles clenched the tip of my finger. She was tight. Hot. Wet. She’d probably strangle my dick if I got in her.

“Want me to stop?”

She shook her head. “No. Oh, don’t stop.”

I grinned, licked her sweaty skin.

“Maybe I should,” I replied, stilling my finger.

“Boyd,” she practically begged.

“Are you a good girl, Audrey?”

She opened her eyes, blinked up at me slowly as if she was trying to clear her head. “Always.”

Yeah, I believed that.

“I think there’s a bad girl in you. I think when you get going, you’re very naughty.”

“I—”

“You’re in the barn with me, my finger inside you.” With that, I slid that one digit in slowly, but nice and deep. She moaned, gripped my arms, clenched down hard.

“Good girls don’t get fingerfucked up against a wall,” I said against her ear. My wolf could hear the way her heartbeat accelerated, and I couldn’t miss the way her pussy gushed all over my hand. Yeah, Audrey liked to get dirty.

“Good girls don’t get their pussies licked.” I kissed down her neck, across her collarbone. I bit the fabric of her shirt over her nipple. Then I dropped to my knees and tugged her pants and panties down to her thighs.

She mewled, her feet shifting with the sudden change. Her pussy was neatly trimmed. Sweet. Beautiful. The scent of her nectar sent my blood zinging, and this close, it made my mouth water. I leaned in and kissed it softly once, then licked into her folds.

My hat was in the way, so I took it off, set it on the ground beside me.

And then I couldn’t hold back. I wrestled her pants lower, so I could pry her thighs wide. I lifted one and delved my tongue everywhere—between her folds, around her clit, inside her swollen entrance. She was as fucking sweet as I thought. As it coated my lips, my chin… I knew I’d know this scent anywhere. I was marked. Everyone on the ranch would know exactly where I’d been, and that made my wolf puff up with pride and made me one possessive fucker.

“Oh!” Her slender fingers wove into my hair at first—I thought—to steady herself, then urging me on, pulling my face into her juicy flesh. I licked and teased, even let my teeth graze her sensitive nubbin of pleasure. That made her tug, made it hurt so good.

Her thigh pressed against my ear, trembling. Her stomach shuddered on her breaths, and the sounds she made—fuck! My dick was harder than stone listening to those little frantic breaths and cries. Pre-cum spurted from the throbbing tip and stained my boxers and jeans. It would definitely leave a mark.