Page 48 of The Wolf Lord's Mate

The sensation of his fingers teasing around my entrance was almost too much to bear. How many dreams of him had I suffered through, always kept right on the cusp of release but never allowed it. In the mornings that followed I had attempted my own pleasure, but found myself only worsening my need rather than quelling it.

The promise of an orgasm after being left wanting for so long fed the fire inside of me, tending it into a blaze. I was greedy for Nathaniel; for what he could give me, for how he could make me feel.

"I need you." I panted, whimpering as Nathaniel circled my entrance with his rough fingers, electric pulses coursing through my body and worsening the throbbing need in my core.

Nathaniel slipped his finger inside, a slight burning sensation that quickly gave way to mind-numbing pleasure as he slowly stroked inside of me. The feeling of him touching against my walls was indescribable, like finally scratching at an itch that I couldn't reach—but it wasn't enough. I needed more, and I needed it desperately.

"So tight," Nathaniel growled, "We're going to have to keep practicing to get you ready for me, but don't worry, little female—I am a patient teacher. Something tells me that you'll be a very good student, especially when you see just how sweet your rewards can be when you've been a good girl."

Nathaniel brushed his thumb over my clit, and I gasped, staring up at him breathless as I wordlessly begged him for more.

"Do you like that little one?" Nathaniel slowly rubbed his thumb over my clit and a moan slipped from my lips as pleasure began to build inside of me, "Use your words, Sweetness, I want to hear you say it."

"Yes," I managed to stuttered out, arching my back as Nathaniel increased the pressure of his thumb, "I like it, please—Gods that feels good—please don't stop."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Nathaniel grinned, canines flashing through his lips. It was an image that usually filled me with fear, but in that moment, with Nathaniel hovering over me and my pleasure firmly within his control, I felt only need. I was in the presence of an alpha.

The alpha.

My alpha.

He would take me, own me, train me, love me, cherish me. He was in charge, in control, the dominant Wolf that he had always been, but that he had always held back just for me. I didn't want him to hold back anymore.

The bond surged in my chest, but for once it was not the sensation of pain that bloomed there. It was peace, pure bliss that flooded into my veins like liquid sunshine.

Nathaniel slowly added another finger, and I gasped at the foreign sensation of being so—full. I couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like to take him, and I feared once more that I would not survive. He would destroy me, and I would be all too willing to give myself over to oblivion if it meant having him.

I needed him desperately, endlessly, hopelessly; his skin needed to be against my skin, his lips against my lips, his cock buried so deeply inside of me that there was no telling where he ended and I began.

But as Nathaniel pumped his fingers in and out of me with an agonizingly slow rhythm, all I could do was whine and whimper, bucking my hips to beg for more, but he pressed them down every time, tracing his free fingers over my skin in electric patterns.

Nathaniel's motions never ceased, two fingers pushing in and out of my entrance while the other circled my clit. The sensation was overwhelming, electric pulses of pleasure building up in the bottom of my stomach until I couldn't take it anymore. My orgasm slammed into me, my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure coursed through my body.

"Yes," Nathaniel purred in my ear, "Go on, cum for me, my darling. You look so pretty when you make that little face. So beautiful." He held me as I trembled, and I opened my eyes as he removed his fingers from my sopping entrance, and licked them clean.

"Gods you taste good," Nathaniel moaned, "Like fucking nectar." Without warning, he bowed his head and licked up my pussy, tongue teasing my still sensitive clit just enough to make my breath catch in my throat. Nathaniel looked up at me, hands firmly gripped to the sides of my thighs, and I jerked as he blew softly on my clit. "So responsive."

"I think you're trying to kill me." I was breathless, the overwhelming amount of pleasure making me almost delirious.

"No, my darling, I'm not letting you go anywhere. You're mine." Nathaniel gave a long, lazy lick up my slit and sucked hard on my clit. I gasped, trying to slam my thighs together, but I couldn't, not with Nathaniel's strong grip holding me down. I was completely at his mercy, and by the look on his face, I could tell there was no place he would rather me be.

It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, to be at his whims. And yet, somehow I knew that I was safe. That when I was with Nathaniel, he would never let anything bad happen to me.