“Baby, take me in your mouth.” She didn’t. The little witch kept on playing and teasing and generally driving him out of his mind. “Gwen.” She blew a cool breath on the head of his cock while lightly grazing his thighs with her nails. He bit out a curse. “Gwen, if you don’t quit fucking around . . .” She fisted his cock and took him into her mouth. “That’s it. Good girl.”

Zander sank his fingers in her hair, groaning as she sucked him hard and fast, like she was trying to drain the come from his balls. Nails dug into his ass, pulling him forward as she took him deeper. Her throat contracted around his cock as she swallowed, taking even more of him. Fuck.

Seeing her there, lips wrapped around his cock, cheeks hollowed and flushed, her breasts and hard little nipples bared . . . Zander knew he was gone. “Swallow it all, Gwen.” His orgasm pulled him under, sending pleasure spiraling through him. He gripped her hair tighter as he exploded inside her mouth, shooting jets of come down her throat.

“Jesus, Gwen.” As he stood there trying to find his composure, his dick still in her mouth, her eyes snapped to his, expectant, waiting for direction. He liked that a fuck of a lot. “I think you deserve a reward for that.”

In complete agreement, Gwen slowly slid him out of her mouth, kind of pleased with herself. How he was still half-hard, she didn’t know, but she sure did appreciate his excellent recovery time. He didn’t move. Just raked his gaze over her, like he was taking a moment to appreciate a view that was his. “Something you want, Zander?” she asked, throwing his earlier words back at him.

“I have what I want right here. Stand up.” She did, and Zander slid down her shorts and panties while she kicked off her shoes. “I can smell how wet you are,” he growled. The scent of her need made his dick throb. His wolf inhaled it with a contented growl.

“I do hope you’re going to do something about it,” said Gwen. He tossed her on the bed, and a laugh bubbled up. She blinked, bracing herself on her elbows . . . just in time to watch the show as he made quick work of his clothes. Damn, the guy was a delicious sight to behold.

“Spread your legs, Gwen.” Holding his gaze, she did as he asked. “My baby’s being a good girl for me. I like that.” He knelt on the bed and spread the folds of her pussy with his thumbs. “Slick. Plump.” He sank a finger inside her. “I bet you like to play with yourself, don’t you?”

“Don’t need to. I have a vibrator to do the work.”

Zander stilled as all kinds of graphic images exploded in his mind. “Watching you fuck yourself with a vibrator has its appeal. But . . . I find I don’t like the idea of anything being in this pussy but me.” He added another finger, smiling at her sharp gasp.

“The vibrator doesn’t make me come as hard as you do,” she said, surprised she could speak while his fingers were thrusting in and out of her, hitting her most sensitive zones with unerring accuracy. “But it also doesn’t make me do things I don’t want to do.”

“What do I make you do that you don’t want to do?”

“You make me say I’m yours.”

“You are.” He thrust his fingers deep to punctuate his point.

“I don’t like to say it.”

She didn’t like to admit it, Zander thought. There was a distinct difference. “Why? Is it because you worry I’ll one day give you back?”

Gwen shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe.”

He withdrew his fingers. “Baby . . . I couldn’t give you up even if I wanted to.” He tilted her hips toward him, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and swiped his tongue between her slick folds. Her taste blasted through him, and he groaned. “I love going down on you.”

Zander ate at her pussy, licking and suckling while she bucked and moaned. He growled each time he was rewarded with more of her cream. She tasted so fucking good, smelled so fucking good. As her moans turned into curses because he wouldn’t let her come, he scooped up some cream with his finger and slipped it into her ass.

Gwen’s back bowed a little. “Jesus, Zander, you need to give a girl some warning before you go shoving things up her—” She cut off as he lightly suckled on her clit. “Fuck. Don’t stop.” But of course he stopped, the jerk.

“I want to be in you when you come.” Zander lowered her legs, satisfied when she locked them around his waist. He curled his tongue around her nipple just because, and her fingers delved into his hair. Those fingers tugged hard when he plucked the taut bud with his teeth.

“No biting,” she hissed.

So he bit her. Right on the swell of her breast. “You like it when I bite you.” His wolf fucking loved it. Zander grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, staring into blue eyes that were hazy with need. The sight made his balls ache. “I’m going to hold you down.”

Gwen swallowed, totally mesmerized by the stamp of feral possessiveness on his face.

“No struggling. Just take it.” Zander slowly sank into her, gritting his teeth as her pussy squeezed his cock. Fuck, she was so damn tight. Yet, he always slid smoothly inside . . . because she was made to take him. Once he’d buried every inch of himself inside her, he groaned into her ear. “Gonna make my baby come long and hard, until she can’t even breathe.”

“I am totally up for that, just in case there was any doubt.”

His lips curved as he reared back. “Good.” Zander slammed home, driving himself deep. Heels dug into his ass, and her pussy rippled around him. Grunting into her neck, he pumped his cock in and out of her body. Every stroke was hard, wild, possessive. She didn’t struggle against his hold on her wrists. She took what he gave her, and that sent his pleasure soaring.

“Do you have any idea how hot you looked with my dick in your mouth? Any idea how hot it was when I came right down your throat and you swallowed every drop I gave you?” He bit her earlobe. “Know what else you’ll do one day? You’ll take my cock up your ass.”

Gwen shook her head, even though she knew she’d let him do it. Hell, she’d let him do just about anything as long as he made her come.

He lifted his head to pin her gaze. “You will, Gwen. And you’ll love it. If I wasn’t so possessive of this pussy, I might have considered sticking your vibrator in it while I take your ass.” He plunged harder, drove deeper, took everything she had to give. Every moan spurred him on. Every flutter of her pussy pushed him closer to coming. And he was so close now . . .

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