Elizabeth's Wolf (Breeds 3)

“Am I?” she panted, enraged.

Blood rushed through her veins, adrenaline surging through her system and throbbing in her pussy. She stilled, tamping it back, relaxing beneath him so suddenly he automatically tensed.

“You’re hurting me,” she breathed, fighting for breath. “We can talk about this, Dash. Really. I’ll do better next time.”

His eyes narrowed.

“I’m tired.” She gazed up at him innocently before her gaze flickered to the hard bulge in his pants. She allowed a smile to tip her lips. “We could play for a while now instead.”

Elizabeth wiggled her wrists beneath his, watching him with lowered lids as she licked her lips slowly, dampening the dry curves. “I’ll make you a very happy man, mate.”

He leaned back slightly, loosening her wrists. Just a little more, she thought as she took a deep breath, lifting her breasts as his gaze went to them. At the same time she moved her legs, a powerful upswing that sent them around his arms and torso as she jerked back, surged up, put her hands together in a fist and delivered a blow to his lower abdomen.

He grunted. Yes! He fell backward as she scrambled away from him and faced him triumphantly.

But now he was more than just determined. Lust filled his eyes as the thought of her making a surprise move, tricking him, and gaining freedom had fired a hunger he could no longer sustain. The same hunger that had been boiling in the depths of her wet pussy.

“You’re fucked.” His voice was a hot, sexual growl. “So fucked, Elizabeth.”

She raised her hand, flickering her fingers back toward herself. “Come on. Knot me, baby. I dare you.”

Dash ignored the lurch of his cock beneath his jeans; ignored the heady demand to rush her. He could see her readiness now. Not her tense nervousness, but her readiness. She was confident. She thought she was in control. Thought she had gained the upper hand. She was getting good; he would give her that. In a few hours he had done no more than begin polishing the weapons she had developed herself.

Now, with her defiance, her willingness to fight him back, he was suddenly so damned horny that all thoughts of training her in anything but fucking had fled his mind. He was going to take her down, rip those jeans off that tempting ass and give her every hard, tormented inch of his cock.

He moved around her, watching as her eyes narrowed and her nipples tightened further. He could sme

ll her arousal. Had smelled it from the minute she joined him on the mat. It was sweet and hot, like an intoxicating elixir that he had to have more of.

She licked her lips, running her tongue over that full lower curve and dampening it temptingly. Sooty lashes were lowered deceptively, casting intriguing shadows on her creamy cheeks.

Knot me, baby. The words had been like a fiery sword slashing through his groin, drawing his testicles tight against the base of his cock. He was dying to see if it would happen again. To feel the hot flex and ripple of her pussy as he filled it further than any other man ever could.

“Scared?” she taunted him, watching as he moved carefully around the mat.

“Debating.”

“Hm.” She lifted a brow mockingly. “And what are you debating, big boy?”

“Just how fast it would take to work my cock up that tight ass.” He bared his teeth warningly. “Or if I have the patience.”

Her laughter was low, amused. “That threat is getting old, Dash.”

He just smiled. It wasn’t a threat. There was a particular heady pleasure in taking a woman anally. Having her bending before him, submissive, accepting him easily, willingly. The need to do so had never been as driving as it was now, though. He wanted her bent before him and screaming out in pleasure as he stretched that little nether hole. Stretching wide for him, submitting to his pleasure and taking her own at the same time.

“Turn around,” he dared her.

She smirked. “Do I look stupid to you?”

“You look eatable,” he corrected her, allowing his voice to deepen, the instinctive growl that gathered in his chest to echo within it. “Deliciously eatable. Now turn around.”

She shivered. He loved it when she did that. And her pussy was getting hotter. He could smell it. The sweet temptation of it was nearly more than his dick could bear. If he didn’t fuck her soon he was going to be howling in misery.

“I don’t think so.” She shifted to the side as he stepped forward. “I have a feeling I should really keep an eye on you right now.”

She was smart. He had always said she was smart, he thought in growing pride. She would never be tamed, but damned if he wouldn’t have fun convincing himself he could do it.

Dash moved slowly, carefully, watching her as he gripped his T-shirt at the neck and tore it from it his body. Her eyes widened. He loved it when her expression went from wildfire or fury to innocent and sensually aware all at once. He was barefoot, so there were no boots or socks to worry about. His hands went to the metal buttons of his jeans.