Page 18 of Wolf Duke

“Do you know what happens to saucy-tongued princesses?” said Alaric as he halted behind her, so close she could feel the heat of his fire-warmed skin. Then one big hand pressed against the middle of her back.

Branding her.

Evaine whimpered, her arms falling to her sides, and her breasts thrusting forward, high and proud.

How does he have such power over me?

Involuntarily, her hips circled and her arse brushed against his cock.

Alaric groaned and she felt the moment he succumbed to need, oh-so-briefly grinding himself against her. Then his hand moved, sliding up her spine until it gripped her neck. To someone else it might have been a frightening hold, yet Evaine smiled as a rush of heady delight flooded through her. He was attempting to keep her still to regain control. While this mighty wolf king already commanded her body, he was equally affected by the heat between them.

“Why, Alaric,” she purred, circling her hips deliberately this time, rubbing her arse against the stone-like shaft pressing against her. “Does it hurt to be that hard? To want me so very much?”

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and without thinking, Evaine spread her thighs. Such a raw, primitive sound demanded it.

Now, he chuckled, his hand moving away from her neck to slide down and cup her right breast. After rubbing his thumb back and forth across her nipple he pinched it, the brief pain sizzling directly to her core.

Evaine moaned.

“Poor princess,” he crooned as his strong fingers tormented the tender peak to throbbing sensitivity. Then he did the same to her left breast. “I wonder what you need most? For me to suck those pretty pink nipples until they are the color of wine…or to stroke between your legs? You’re so wet. It must ache terribly.”

“Call me Evie,” she gasped. “Not princess. I like Evie…oh…”

Her eyes closed briefly as his mouth trailed across her shoulder, his teeth lightly scraping her sensitive skin. The gentle, almost affectionate kiss was a stark contrast to his gloriously rough treatment of her nipples, far too much for her swirling mind. Then his hand continued down, over her ribs and belly, halting just at the top of her mound.

How dare he stop!

Her eyes flew open at the unacceptable teasing and she jerked her hips, blatantly attempting to move his hand to the spot where she needed it most.

“Very well…Evie,” Alaric growled, although he sounded pleased rather than annoyed. “If you wish me to touch your cunt…beg for it.”

Beg? A royal she-wolf? He was quite mad.

“There will be snow in summer before I do so…ohhh,” said Evaine, as his fingers brushed the thicket of crisp curls between her thighs, agonizingly close to her swollen pleasure bud, but skating past it to caress her inner thighs. “Alaric…”

“Something to say?”

Words? He wanted words? How could she reply when she scarcely knew which way was up? Nothing mattered right now but easing that relentless ache.

“Pleasure me,” Evaine choked out. “Immediately.”

“I want to, very much,” he replied lazily, as his fingertips swirled a pattern on her inner thighs and his tongue flicked the side of her neck. “There is nothing I’d like more than to hear your scream of pleasure, to feel your sweet honey drench my fingers. But I haven’t heard the necessary entreaty.”

She trembled, her body feverish, her entire world reduced to one need. If she didn’t spend, she would surely die. “What must I say? Tell me. Tell me exactly.”

As though offering approval, his fingertips began circling back up toward her mound, his thumb knuckle parting her bush. “Just three little words, Evie…please, my king.”

“Please…my king.”

His feral snarl filled her with a giddy joy, but Alaric was a benevolent conqueror, his thumb swiftly moving to tease her pleasure bud.

Evaine cried out. Surely nothing in the world could feel this good.

“Oh, you like that, beautiful Evie?” Alaric growled as he kissed her shoulder. “What else do you need? My fingers inside that burning hot cunt?”

“Do it,” she gasped. “I can’t bear the ache. Please. Please.”

Alaric didn’t say a word, but his big hand roughly cupped her mound. Claiming possession. Claiming her.