Dark Instincts
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Wolf eyes flashed at him, and he glimpsed her animal’s righteous anger. “Gorgeous, I’ll make it up to you.”
“I know you will.” Roni peeled her dress up and over her body, watching as his eyes flared with hunger as they roamed over every inch of her. “You’ll give me exactly what I want.”
“I will,” he promised with a low growl. “Just untie me, and I’ll—”
She laughed. “Untie you? Why would I do that?”
She had to be kidding. Right? “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. Really.”
“You know, topping someone never really appealed to me before. But now, looking at you all tied up, mine to play with . . . the idea has its merits.”
He tensed. “Roni . . .”
“What, you don’t like the idea that you’re not in control? That you can’t ‘take’ what you want? That you’ll only get what I give you?”
No, he didn’t. But he still couldn’t help moaning when she fluttered her fingers up one thigh. Clearing his suddenly dry throat, he rasped, “What do you want?”
“What I wanted last night.” She dragged her nails down his other thigh, making him growl, as she flicked her gaze to his cock. “Hmmm. Uncomfortable with the situation, yet hard as a rock.”
“Because you’re standing naked in front of me and I can smell your arousal.” If he were being honest, this whole thing was revving his engines a little bit; he was curious as to what his pretty little wolf would do. But, dammit, he shouldn’t be curious because dominant males did not submit. He’d never submitted in his life in any form. Not even to Trey—it was what made Marcus a good enforcer; his Alpha didn’t want obedient pets, he wanted people who would think for themselves.
“That’s all it is?” she asked doubtfully.
“That’s all it is.”
“I see.” Roni crawled on top of him and licked a path from his navel to one taut nipple. She flicked it with the tip of her tongue, and he hissed through his teeth. Lowering herself, she rubbed her body over his, grazing her cheek on his chest.
He groaned, loving the feel of her skin on his, and arched just enough to grind his cock against her. Wanting her mouth, he lifted his head and ordered, “Come here.”
She flicked the other nipple with her tongue. “No.”
“Roni.” He jolted as she bit his pectoral hard. “Fuck.”
“Maybe. But not yet.” She licked and bit her way around his upper body, intending to deliver some sensual torture until he was desperate and on the verge of losing control. Between groaning and growling and making efforts to placate her, he struggled against the bonds.
“Roni, let me up, and I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“But this is fun.” She raked her teeth over her claiming mark, eliciting a low growl from him. Crawling a little farther up the bed, she dangled her breasts over his face. He latched on tight to a nipple, sucking hard enough to make her pussy clench. Then he held it firmly between his teeth while flicking it with his tongue.
“Untie me so I can play with them.”
She sat upright. “No.”
He growled warningly. “Come here. I want to touch you.” It wasn’t a request. It was an order. She was his to touch. Neither Marcus nor his wolf liked being denied access to what was his.
“And I wanted my mate last night.” She lightly scraped her nails over his nipples, making him jerk.
“I said I was sorry.”
“Oh, well, if you said you’re sorry . . .” she snorted.
“Free my hands. I want to touch you.” He needed it. Needed to feel her. Needed to feel that smooth, toned skin, needed to feel her breasts filling his hands, needed to palm that ass he was obsessed with. His cock was heavy and pulsing and felt ready to burst.
“Apparently, the strongest muscle in the body . . . is the tongue.” Shuffling forward, she knelt over his face and lowered herself. “Prove it.”
Gladly. He swiped his tongue through her folds, groaning as her taste exploded in his mouth. Fuck, nothing tasted better than his mate when she was slick and ready. Again and again he licked through her folds, pausing to lash at her clit or circle it with the tip of his tongue. When she squirmed and let out one of those frustrated moans that always made his cock twitch, he speared his tongue inside her.
Marcus swirled it around before sinking his tongue into her over and over. Her thighs were shaking and she was writhing restlessly. Knowing she needed to come, he briefly suckled on her clit before thrusting his tongue back inside her pussy. At that, she arched her back and came. He lapped up every drop, growling in objection when she moved away. “Get back here.”
“I was going to reward you.” Straddling one of his thighs, she clamped her hand around his cock, and pumped him once before sweeping her thumb over the head. “Don’t you want a reward?”
Helplessly, he arched into her fist. “Again.” She pumped him hard and fast, doing some twisting motion that almost made him lose his fucking mind. “That’s it. Harder.” Christ, he was so close . . . almost there—
The little vixen stopped. He bucked against the restraints. “Let me up!”
She folded her arms over her chest. “Now I don’t really think you’re in a position to order me around, do you?”
He growled. She was so close yet so far, and it was driving him insane. What’s more, she knew it. “When I get free, I’m going to fuck you so hard—and I won’t give a shit if you like it!”
She laughed. “Fascinating.”
Fascinating? “Either let me up or put me inside you.”
Cocking her head, she pursed her lips. “Nah.”
Nah? Oh, he was going to kill her. Really, once he got his hands on her . . . after he’d fucked her . . . he was going to kill her.
“We’ll get to the fucking, but not yet.” She leaned over and licked his cock from base to tip. “I need you nice and wet . . . so I can ride you.”
He groaned as she curled her soft hand around the base of his cock and took him inside her mouth. She sucked him hard, taking him deeper with each pass and stroking the underside of his cock with the flat of her tongue. “Fuck, yeah. You have the best mouth.” And with her soft hair trailing over his thighs and her moaning around his cock, he was in absolute heaven. Pausing, she danced her tongue around him before lightly grazing the head with her teeth. “That’s it. Make me come.” Instead, she stopped and bit down hard on his inner thigh, marking him. “Untie one hand. One hand.” He wanted to touch her so badly, it was an ache in his gut. He didn’t think he’d been this desperate for anything in his life. Only Roni could do this to him.