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“I do but…” She giggled as he turned her around, bending her over the sofa, resting her arms on its cushions. He smiled as he slipped his fingers under the edges of her panties, slowly tugging them off and tossing them aside. His fingers trailed over her bared bottom, her feral energy sizzling his fingertips. “I’ve been waiting so long to do this but who knew my naughty little princess enjoyed a little kink.”

“You never asked,” she replied, her coy smile hidden by her long mane that feathered around her face onto the sofa.

“Ah, well, we have a lifetime to explore, don’t we? But this,” he paused, palming her ass. “Oh yeah. This. This is nice.”

She wiggled her bottom at him and laughed, her forehead lolling forward onto her arms. “Hmm…you can’t leave me like this.”

“Don’t you worry. I’ve got plans for my bride.” Hunter unzipped his pants, making quick work of shucking his clothing.

“The longer you leave me like this…” She squirmed, widening her legs, deliberately revealing her glistening pussy. “I’m suffering.”

Fuck. Hunter blew out a breath, ready to come just at the sight of her. His devilish mate enjoyed teasing him. A fresh rush of blood surged to his cock. He took his shaft into his palm, giving it a firm stroke, and glanced to the silver bulb. “You know, you’ve got a beautiful ass.”

“Lonely ass. So lonely,” she whined. “I’m dying.”

Hunter smiled at his sassy she-wolf. Reaching for her hips, he pulled her towards him, the broad crown of his dick brushing over her bottom. He tapped his shaft up and through her slick folds. She moaned as the tip teased her clit.

“I can’t wait…” Hunter eased his cock inside her wet pussy, slowly plunging inside her as she adjusted to his size. “Ah.”

“Alpha…yes. More,” she begged, her wrists bound.

Hunter shivered and sucked a breath. Her quivering pussy contracted around his cock, milking him as he slid in and out of her.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good. I could just,” he paused and gave a sharp thrust, plunging himself to the hilt, deep inside her, “fuck you all night long. Ah yeah. But. Toys.”

“No, don’t stop,” Willa panted. As Hunter fucked her harder, her limp body dangled over the sofa, her fingers still curled onto the edge of a cushion.

“This.” He reached for the toy and a small bottle. Willa pushed back on him, sending a fresh rush of arousal to his dick. He resisted the urge to come. “No, no, no movin’, sweetheart. I’ve got somethin’ special here for you.”

“I need…” she breathed.

With his cock still inside her, Hunter dripped the cool gel over her ass and glided the smooth metal plug down her cleft, stopping as it reached her back hole. He gently circled its tip over her puckered skin.

“Easy now.” He sucked a breath, as he pressed it inside her bottom. “There you go…fuck, it’s so tight.”

“Oh Goddess. It’s so…so…” Willa panted, losing her words.

“Almost…there. That’s it. What a pretty ass you have, princess.” Hunter smiled as the pink crystal plug lodged firmly in her ass, her pussy tightening around his cock.

As he slowly withdrew his shaft and slid back inside her, he leaned over Willa, pressing his lips to her shoulders, gently making love to his mate. With every hard thrust, his energy spiraled, arousal building, his orgasm on the edge.

He wrapped his arm around her chest, his palm finding her breast. As he lifted her upward and brought her toward him, his fingers dipped into her slick pussy, teasing her clit.

“Oh, Goddess…” Willa arched her back into him as he drove himself deep inside her. “Fuck me. Hard.”

At his Queen’s demand, he slammed hard inside her core, his orgasm hurling into him. As Willa fell into ecstasy, her pussy contracted, fisting his cock, milking every last tendril of his climax. His wolf growled, in awe of his mate, and Hunter lost himself in feral pleasure, wondering how he’d gone his whole life without her.

Chapter Twelve

Willa curled into her Alpha’s embrace, her heart tight with emotion. She’d never been so vulnerable with anyone in all her years, allowing a man to restrain her, dominate her, bringing her to new heights of pleasure. Despite the tendrils of passion still flittering in her body, doubts about their future bloomed in her mind. As his mate, she’d be expected to move to Wyoming, to rule the pack with her Alpha. But would Teton Wolves ever accept her into the pack? Her skin glowed with hellfire, forever singed by the flames of Hades. Would she bear the Alpha’s children, or would his legacy be lost to a prophesy of her infertility?

Her mind drifted to the witch. Although Ilsbeth had perpetrated the ultimate betrayal of wolves, attempting to steal Dimitri’s ability to shift, she’d saved Willa’s life by offering herself to Viktor. Instinct told her they had to trust the witch, yet she knew her Alpha never could. With cautious optimism, no other choice but to go in search of the skin book, she resigned herself to the task.

In the morning , she told herself. In the morning, fears would become bravery. They’d do what they needed to do. She refused to give up…to Hell, to wolves, to the devil himself. Her wolf stirred in her mind, anticipating the fight. Sleep now. In the morning.

“If this doesn’t remind you of Hell, I don’t know what will.” Hunter shined a flashlight into the cavernous room.

“What is this?” Willa’s clothes dripped as they emerged from the waist-high water. Deep in the belly of the caves, they made their way onto higher, dryer ground.