Page 33 of Wolf Duke

Turning onto her side, Evaine cupped his cheek and leaned forward to press kisses all over his face, his neck, his throat. Then she licked his lips, before nipping his bottom lip, sharply, a she-wolf marking her territory. “As I said in the library, Alaric. You. Are. Mine.”

In the blink of an eye she lay flat on her back, her mate’s mouth engulfing her nipple. All Evaine could do was tangle her fingers in his hair and moan as he suckled her with such glorious hunger. Yet when his hand cupped her mound, his middle finger penetrating her deeply as his thumb rubbed her pleasure bud, she writhed and spent with a wild cry.

However, Alaric was nowhere near done with her preparation. Next, he reached for the smaller polished stone cock, his gaze never leaving hers as he trailed the smooth end over the heated skin of her inner thigh. “I know you need to be filled, Evie. But I don’t want to hurt you. With the knotting…my cock and your cunt will swell, locking us together for perhaps a half hour. This provides the best chance of conception, although that can only happen if you’re in your breeding heat. Starting with the dildos will ease you into being stretched and stuffed full. I’ll wet this one with your own juices first.”

Evaine swallowed hard, both loving the frank, open conversation and loathing the delay to further pleasure. Siân had spoken of storms and starbursts! “Why not the smallest, er, dildo? The gold one?”

His golden gaze darkened, and she quivered at the lusty promise there. “Because, my queen, that one is for your arse.”

She gasped, both shocked and fascinated at the thought. “Then do it. Hurry. Hurry.”

“Oh no. We have all night.”

For what seemed like hours, Alaric teased her drenched center with the stone dildo until it was glistening wet with honey. Then, slowly and carefully, he began pressing it inside her.

Evaine whimpered at the onslaught of so many new sensations. The cool, sleek, yet unyielding stone as it glided against her hot inner walls. The slight sting as her untouched channel expanded to admit the invader. But most compelling: the throbbing ache that insisted upon movement. And not this careful gentleness, but something raw and untamed. “More,” she begged. “Faster. Harder. Something.”

“Very well,” said her conqueror benevolently, as he withdrew the dildo then pushed it back in, setting up a delicious advance and retreat that made her entire body hum. Not long now. Something wonderful was building and building…ohhh yes, just a little more…

Without warning, he removed the stone dildo entirely and set it aside.

Evaine hissed and flashed her fangs. “No! Why did you stop?”

“Because you need to be fully prepared for knotting. The pain that will come with the pleasure,” said Alaric, his words calm, but his gaze intense. “That dildo was just a sample, now comes the first course. It might be easier if you tilt your hips and bring your knees to your chest.”

After coating the large stone cock in a little oil, he nudged her entrance. Evaine gulped at the size increase, actually panting as her mate slowly but relentlessly eased the dildo into her channel. It was too big! She rocked her hips, groaning as that assisted the stone shaft to sink deeper.

“You are doing beautifully,” Alaric praised, leaning down to kiss her shoulder as he alternated twisting the dildo inside her and moving it in and out. “Now I’m going to add the gold one to your arse.”

Goddess. The dildo might have looked small, but it felt enormous as it penetrated her tight back entrance. And so very strange! The metal was even colder than the stone and her anus strongly resisted the solid object before seeming to suck it in, her inner walls melting around it.

“Alaric,” she stuttered, her fingernails digging into her knees as the burning stretch and aching fullness danced on the edge of pain. Could she do this? Her mind said no, but the way her pleasure bud throbbed suggested something else entirely. “Do something…touch me.”

Moments later, Alaric began moving both dildos, sometimes together, sometimes separately, and Evaine bucked, her head thrashing on the pillow as once again that wave built and built and she thought she might go mad without release. Then he nudged her pleasure bud and she screamed, her head falling back as ecstasy crashed upon her.

Storms and starbursts indeed…and there was still so much more to come.

Nothing gave Alaric greater satisfaction than making his queen, his true fated mate scream with pleasure.

Evie was so lusty, so eager to learn. If his cock didn’t hurt so much to be inside her, if his fangs weren’t aching to sink into her mating mark, he could have done this for hours. She was so damned beautiful. And the scent of her need, of her readiness to be plundered…he would happily drown in it.

“Alaric,” Evaine whispered unsteadily, her eyes dazed, her skin flushed pink, and her breasts rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. “I…ah…”

A certain warmth, a fierce protectiveness curled around his heart. He would do anything for this she-wolf. Anything. “Shhh, sweetheart, just rest for a bit,” he soothed, as he carefully removed the dildos from her cunt and arse. Both holes gaped a little, swollen and tender and slick with honey, and his head swam with the primitive urge to fill her to overflowing with seed. “I’ll pour you some wine.”

Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Alaric reached over for the flagon of wine and goblets on a gold tray beside the bed. After pouring for his mate, he watched in satisfaction as she gulped it greedily before lying back on the pillows, a small smile curling her lips. Then he took a sip of his own wine. It was rich and full-bodied, but never could the beverage compare to the taste of Evaine.

Soon, she moved restlessly on the bed, her heels digging into the sheets as she rubbed her arse back and forth. “Have you finished your wine?” Evaine asked impatiently.

He smothered a grin as he set his half-finished goblet down. “Why? Do you need something, my queen? Some honey cakes, perhaps?”

With the nimble grace only a she-wolf could demonstrate, Evaine rolled onto her front. Then his mate sprang up onto her hands and knees, circling her hips and swaying her arse as she spread her thighs wide. “Knot me. Bite me. Now.”

Almost speechless with lust, Alaric stared hungrily at the banquet laid out before him. Unable to resist, he leaned down, inhaling deeply of her scent. Then he extended his tongue and licked her honey-soaked cunt, one long, slow lap to ensure his mouth tasted nothing else.

She moaned, a needy, pleading sound.

“Hmmm,” he mused, as he licked her again, reveling in her breathless cries as his cock hardened to the point of pain. “You do appear ready for me, sweetheart. But how can I be sure?”