Page 60 of The Crimson Wolf
“Cameron, people could hear us!” I keep my voice low as I push him away.
He presses forward, covering my mouth and leaning to my ear. “Then stop talking and fuck me. I promise I’ll be quiet.”
Arousal rolls through me at his orders, his tight grip, and the urgency as his hands palm my breasts over my dress. He removes his hand from my mouth, and I gasp for air, rolling my shoulders back and letting my thin straps fall.
“Good girl, giving yourself to me like I know you want to. I bet your cunt is already dripping.” He hikes up my dress, grinning on my lips. “Not wearing any panties? Dirty little, Red.”
I moan, unable to control myself, and his hand slaps back over my mouth. “Are you sure you don’t want people to hear? Do you want an audience, little one?”
I reach for him, trying to unbuckle his jeans, needing him more than I need the air he’s currently cutting off.
“Slow down. I’m not finished with you.” He swats my hand away, bunching up the rest of my dress, and grabs my legs. “Hold on,” he says, giving me just enough time to grab the shelf behind me as he brings my legs over his shoulder, his hot mouth at my core. “Oh fuck.” He growls, breathing me in. “So good.”
His fur brushes against my thigh, and I look down to see his face has transformed, a beast between my legs. His tongue darts out through his fangs, running along myseam. It’s warm and rough, sending shivers down my spine as he pushes deeper, lapping me up with increased effort.
I lean into him, jerking my hips as he plunges his tongue inside of me. The sensation teases me, making me desperate for his cock—his knot. “Cameron, fuck me,” I beg, but he just tightens his grip, grunting as he slides his long tongue to my clit.
His eyes bore into mine, and I notice blood coating his fur. “Oh my God, is that my blood.” My cheeks heat—wholly embarrassed, and I strain to pull away, but his nails slightly turn into claws as he holds on tighter to my legs, not letting up on his grip. The pain mixes with the pleasure of his tongue—the thought of him enjoying the taste of me so much that he doesn’t even care that I’m menstruating.
I focus my powers, tuning into his thoughts. Pleasure doubles inside of me. He’s enjoying this as much—if not more than I am. I’ve never felt so wanted—so desired. He doesn’t care what state he takes me in. I can’t hold back any longer—my body shutters, folding in on itself like melted butter. He doesn’t bring his mouth away from me until my body stills.
He only gives me a moment before gripping my ass and directing me to flip over. I don’t hesitate, turning back to catch a glimpse as he frees himself from his slacks, gripping his length and lathering himself in the precum that’sformed on his tip. His muzzle is covered in my blood, his face fully animal, and his fur trailing over his shoulders and pecs. I brace myself as he positions at my entrance.
He thrusts himself into me, and I cry out, completely forgetting about keeping quiet. His body folds over me, his face back to his human, clean-shaven form. “So loud and so tight,” he murmurs into my ear. “You need to be quiet, or the other wolves will find you.” He doesn’t stop his strokes, pounding into my cunt from behind.
“My God!” I cry, my body tightening around him, my second orgasm crashing around me.
“That’s right. Your god is here, fucking you—worshiping you.” He grunts before pulling himself out of me, pumping his cock as he comes over my ass.
“Cameron,” I gasp, looking back at him. “I wanted you to come inside of me.”
He picks up a cardboard box beside him, removes a clean white rag, and wipes himself off me. “I know, but we have a party to get back to. We couldn’t go back out on the dance floor with my knot engorged inside of you.” He takes another rag, wiping the blood from me.
I turn around, glimpsing his knot growing, wishing it was inside of me. My mouth waters. I bring my eyes to his, his stare hungry as he wipes the blood—my blood from his face. He stalks toward me, leaning down to capture my lips. “You’re disappointed.”
“It just seems like such a waste,” I murmur into his lips.
He chuckles. “A waste? I promise, my mate, there’s much more where that came from.”
I wrap my arms around him, pulling back and yawning. “I don’t know about you, but this party is getting awfully boring.”
“Oh, I agree.” He smiles, putting my straps back over my shoulders. “I mean, look at this place.” He motions to the supply closet around him. “What a dump.”
“Yeah. We should just leave now.”
“Yes, definitely.” He kisses my lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I murmur, barely removing my lips from his.
We slip out of the closet and slide through the back door, laughing and stumbling as we run to his truck.
39
They’d Be Happy
“Carmen, were you able to finish that puff piece about Danny’s Groceries?” I ask, my laptop bag over my shoulder as I peek into her cubicle.
“Just finishing it now, boss. It will be on your desk by the end of the day.”
