Page 71 of The Wolf Lord's Mate

Sliding the skirt slowly up my legs, Nathaniel slipped a hand under my hem, his fingers dragging across the bare skin of my thighs. Shivers raced down my body at his touch, a slow ache beginning between my thighs as he made his way closer to my center with an agonizing slowness.

"So very needy, aren't we?" Nathaniel murmured in my ear, and I could practically hear the smug smile on his face.

"I'm not needy," I scoffed, "You're the one with wandering hands."

"I can take them away," Nathaniel said, "If you have no need for them." A whimper escaped my lips the moment Nathaniel's hands went to move away from under my skirt, and another low chuckle rumbled in my ear.

"What was that, darling?" Nathaniel's voice was saccharine.

"Now you're just teasing me," I said, heat rising in my neck as need pulsed between my legs at the mere thought of Nathaniel touching me there, "That's not fair."

"I'm teasing you?" Nathaniel gave a mocking gasp, "Do you know what it's like watching you walk around all day?

Watching you wearing nothing but my shirt at night and somehow keeping myself from ripping it off of you and ravishing you until you can't think?

Watching you work at your sewing table, imagining what you would look like bent over the edge. "

Nathaniel's tongue flicked at the shell of my ear, and it was all I could do not to grind against the saddle.

I was aching for him, and the closeness of his fingers to my core was only making the need worse; his hand close enough to feel the heat of my desire.

"Nothing you just said was me teasing you," I pouted, trying to twist my hips to no avail, "That's just me existing."

"Exactly," Nathaniel said, "Just seeing you is a tease. Your beauty is intoxicating, love, you never cease to drive me mad with desire."

"So this is what, then?" I let out a low whine as Nathaniel's fingers stroked the seam of my panties, the fabric already soaked through, "Your revenge?"

"I'm not vengeful, darling," Nathaniel mused, slipping his fingers under the waistband of my panties, "I merely enjoy showing you that your desire is no different to mine—you want me, sweetness, you're soaking wet for me."

Biting down on my earlobe, Nathaniel drew a groan from me as his fingers finally found the parts of me that my body had been begging for him to touch.

Nathaniel's thumb just barely grazed my clit, lightly circling that aching bundle of nerves.

The teasing touch was agonizing, but no matter how many times I pushed my hips forward, he would not increase the pressure or the speed of his ministrations, keeping only that tantalizing soft touch that was driving me mad.

"Nathaniel," I groaned, grabbing at his wrist, "If you want to touch me, then touch me."

"Ask me," Nathaniel growled in my ear, "Ask for what you want, little one. Use your words to tell me what you want from me."

"I want—" I gasped as Nathaniel lazily stroked his finger across my slit, "I, Nathaniel, I want you to touch me like you did before."

"I've touched you in many ways, little mate," Nathaniel said, "Which touch do you want? Sweet, tender, affectionate?"

"Hungry." It was the only word that I could think of when I conjured the image of desire in his eyes. Nathaniel always looked ready to devour me, raking his gaze over my body and inhaling my scent like I was the finest meal he'd ever seen.

"Hungry for what, little mate?" Nathaniel's voice was hardly a whisper, his thumb somehow moving impossibly slower as he waited for me to answer, every tiny touch he offered making my hips twitch in response.

"Pleasure."

"No, not pleasure, my love—tell me that you want me to give you pleasure. That it's my touch that you crave, little one."

I bucked against Nathaniel's fingers, whining for him to bring them closer to my needy core.

"Please—" I groaned, but Nathaniel wouldn't budge.

"No, love—you know what I want."

"I want you to touch me," The words came out it slowly, one by one as I leaned my head back against Nathaniel's chest, "I want you to make me feel good, Nathaniel. I want your pleasure."

I gasped as Nathaniel slid a finger inside of me, pleasure zipping through my core as his thick digit began pumping in and out. His thumb circled my clit harder, and I practically sighed in contentment, the pressure against me just enough for my need to start to build inside.

"You look so fucking pretty like this," Nathaniel growled, pressing a searing kiss to my neck and nipping at the sensitive skin, "That adorable little face you make when you lose control, when you can't stop yourself from taking everything I want to give you.

I love when you're greedy for me, little one—everything I have is yours, so take it. "

Nathaniel's words twisted into a snarl as he slipped a second finger inside of me, my mouth falling open in a silent gasp at the sudden stretch of his large fingers.

My pleasure was climbing higher and higher, and an instant I came undone in his hands, my hips bucking as a wave of electric, pulsating pleasure washed over me.

I was boneless in his arms, my orgasm drawn out by the now gentle rubbing of Nathaniel's thumb over my sensitive clit, only taking his fingers away when my breathing finally slowed.