Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Yes, I can taste her. I can still pleasure our mate whether she lets me claim her or not.
I yank her sweatpants down and pull one of her knees up and open to spread her sex, resting her leg over my shoulders. Her belly flutters in and out on shuddering breaths. I lick into her with a firm, hard stroke.
She gasps, arching her bare breasts up to the ceiling. Her leg clamps down on my shoulders, inner thigh trembling.
That’s right, starshine. You’re so beautiful when you scream for me.
And I do intend to make her scream. I will spend the whole night with my head between her legs if she wants me there. I slide the tip of my tongue around her entrance, making a hardened point with it to penetrate her. I take my time, fucking her with the tip of my tongue until she starts tugging at my hair with an urgency that can only mean she’s getting close.
My wolf is getting feral, though. He wants me to bite her thigh. To mark her now before I’ve even made her come.
So maybe marking is possible without penetration. But of course, I won’t do it. Not without her consent.
I have to get my wolf back under control.
I drag deep breaths in through my nostrils to put him on a leash as I work on making my mate come. I lave her swollen clit with my tongue, giving it the attention it deserves. As it swells longer, I’m able to affix my lips over the tiny nubbin and suck.
I feel the vibration of Aster’s scream as her pelvic floor muscles gather up, pulsing and squeezing while her knee squeezes against my shoulder. The scream goes on and on as her body jerks on the bed, powerful pulses ripping through her body, her arousal leaking down my chin.
I wait until she finishes, then kiss her mons, down one side of her labia and up the other, over her swollen entrance, along her inner thighs. I shower kisses between her legs with the reverence of a man at worship.
My cock is harder than granite, but I ignore the pain.
“Expect more of that,” I tell her when I lift my face, licking her juices from my lips. “All fucking night.”
“I love you,” she blurts, like she’s been waiting for me to lift my head and read her perfect pillowy lips. “How do you sign it? Like this?” She gives me the arms crossed at the chest sign for love.
I smile. “Yes, that’s the way.” I return the sign, pointing slowly at myself, crossing my arms and pointing at her. “Also like this.” I hold up my thumb, index finger and pinky in the ASL sign ILY, for I love you. “Or this.” I point at myself, push my closed fist away from my chin, then point at her. “That one is more for casual. Like I love chocolate. This one is for lovers.” I go back to the first sign of arms crossed over the chest in the sign for hug.
She repeats it back to me. “I love you, Noah. I just…”
No. I sign. “Don’t.” I don’t want to hear if she’s telling me she can’t be mine. “Just wait. I pushed. I don’t want you to decide anything yet.”
Aster spells O-K with her fingers, her eyes soft. I devour her with another ravenous kiss, but when my descending canines nearly puncture her lip, I pull back.
Fuck. I need to take care of this hard-on before I do something I’ll regret. I back off the bed and hold up a finger to let her know I’ll be back in a minute.
In the bathroom, I close the door and pull my cock out. I’m so hot for my mate this will only take a minute.
I face the tub allowing myself to remember the way Aster looked under the spray of water.
Mine.
The possessive word lays itself across my mind at the same time Aster reaches around and grips my cock. A shudder of pleasure runs through my body.
My wolf celebrates the fuck out of her claim on me. On my dick.
I move my hand, so it covers her smaller softer palm fisting the base of my root. My fingers close over the tops of hers, and I savor the feeling of her touch, her scent, as I slowly guide her fist up toward the tip, working the blood into the head.
She wraps one slender arm around my waist, pressing her naked body against my back. I turn to the side, so I can watch her in the mirror.
Mine.
I feel her assertion with more force this time. She is as possessive as I am. Or her wolf is. She may not be fully on board yet, but her body knows we belong together. Her wolf is making an alpha female claim on me.