“Where’s Bones?” she asks.

The predator inside of me flares. There’s a little trepidation in her voice, as though she knows what it means now that we’re alone together.

“He didn’t want the bathroom. He wanted his bed.”

Her smile trembles as it spreads. “It’s like he wants us to be alone.”

“That’s funny,” I say as I walk to the edge of the bed. “I was thinking the same thing.”

She bites her lip as she stares up at me, my woman, my prize, my personal plaything. Her eyes are wide and frantic as they flit to my shorts, my desire clearly outlined.

“You can’t be angry,” she says. “If I can’t… If I’m not enough. Promise?”

“That’s never going to happen.”

“Then promise. Please.”

“I promise,” I tell her. “I could never be angry with you anyway.”

“Okay.”

She closes her eyes, breathing softly. When she opens them, it’s with this daring look. She’s ready even if part of her doubts it.

Reaching forward, she pushes her hand against my cock.

I moan as she begins to rub up and down my length.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Piper

I hope I’m doing it right, stroking my hand along his massive cock. It feels even bigger than it looked, swelling against my palm. I squeeze on a little harder, stroking from root to tip and back again.

He moans and grunts, staring down at me with fierce eyes, like the beast is trying to break through.

“Take it out,” he growls.

My hands move before my mind can catch up. I’m driven by the overwhelming need in my womb, the never-ending demand my body craves.

My core is throwing a freaky party, making every inch of me tingling, my clit growing sensitive and my heartbeat pounding in my skull.

Pulling down his shorts, his dick springs free, as though it was being held prisoner by his waistband. It points almost straight up, it’s so hard, thick veins pulsing against his flesh. His tip is bulging and slick with precome.

Grabbing his tip, I slide my hand down to the base, stunned when I can’t even close my hand around his girth. My sex buzzes as though in anticipation, but I still have no clue how all of that is going to fit inside me.

“Fuck,” he snarls, staring down at me. “That’s it. Your hand feels so fucking good.”

“Like this?” I moan, moving even faster, his cock making slick wet noises against my palm.

“Yeah.” He groans. “But get your clothes off. Now. I want to watch your ass shake as you do it.”

I move on autopilot again, lean back, and wriggle out of my shorts. After pulling my tank top over my head, I lean forward and take him in my hand again.

“Push that ass out,” he snarls.

I gasp at the ferocity in his voice, arching my hips.

He leans over, making his abs flex, the ridges pressing together. His hands move to my ass, massaging, pushing my cheeks together.

The position brings my face closer to his cock.

“Can I?” I murmur.

“Do it,” he gasps. “Fuck, yes, do it. My good girl.”

Nerves flicker through me as I open my mouth, grasping him by the base. He grunts as I bring my lips around his cock. I have to open my mouth wide to be able to take him, my jaw aching a little.

But it’s worth it to hear the way his moans change, becoming throaty and husky as I suck his tip. His tip is all I can take.

I rub his base at the same time, no longer having to speculate if I’m giving him what he needs.

His moans tell me everything I need to know.

He leans forward, reaches down, and presses his hand against my sex. I didn’t know how hungry my body had become, but the second he presses down, more wetness gushes out of me.

My pussy screams needily, eager for attention.

I moan around his dick, bobbing my head up and down naturally, in time with the pumping of my hand, his salty precome somehow exciting me even more.

He growls and smears his palm over my pussy, spreading my wetness. Then his finger comes to my hole.

“Lie back, Piper. I need to see you, all of you.”

“Like this?” I whimper, lying on the bed, staring up at him.

He looms over me, every muscle primed and ready. He hardly looks like a man as he stands there, my fifty year old alpha, with his animal desire and the sharp glint in his wolfish eyes.

“Are you going to be a good obedient virgin and come for me before I fuck you?”

He slides his hand up my thigh, trailing tickling sensations, before stopping near my pussy.

Near, but he’s not touching yet.

His eyes sear into me.

“Yes,” I whimper. “Oh, heck. Please, don’t torture me.”

He smirks. “You’re so. Fucking. Wet.”

I almost scream when he slips a finger inside me. It’s like there’s an extra intensity to everything now that I know we have the same goal, now that I know he’d be as happy as me if I became pregnant.

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