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He could feel that she was nervous. She should be – he had plenty in mind for her tonight. Now he would introduce her to his ideas of fun. Or, at least, he would if she would just come out of the damn bathroom. “Ready yet, baby?”

“Almost,” she replied from behind the door.

Smiling, he asked, “You’re not thinking of backing out of our deal, are you?”

“Of course not,” she snapped.

“Then get your ass in here.” After a good thirty seconds the lock clicked open and she stepped into the room. His jaw hit the floor. “Holy shit.” Her gorgeous br**sts were spilling out of satin cups that were held in place by spaghetti straps and had a loose fitting skirt that fell to her upper thigh, barely hiding the matching lacy black thong. Even better, the skirt split down the center, flashing him a strip of the velvety skin of her stomach. His wolf growled, wanting Trey to place her on her hands and knees and then f**k her until neither of them could move.

He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. His voice was taut with lust. “Come here.” When she hesitated, he arched a brow and said sternly, “You’re my toy for the next hour, remember. You have to do as I say.”

Damn caveman bastard. Anticipation, excitement, curiosity, and nervousness raged through Taryn as she went to stand between his legs. For a long moment he didn’t touch her, just caressed her entire body from head to toe with his gaze. The hunger in his eyes sent a bolt of heat through her. As if she wasn’t hot enough just looking at him sitting there in his birthday suit! God the man had one hell of a body. He was all muscle and power with a raw sexuality emitting from him that captivated her wolf. Oh yeah it was a body that promised gratification – something he had already delivered plenty of times.

“Mine. All mine.” His expression dared her to deny it, but she didn’t. He wondered just how long the good behavior would last. “Hands behind your back.” To his surprise, she immediately obeyed. “Very good. Keep them there.” He slid his hands through the split in the skirt and shaped her waist, enjoying the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers. Snaking his hands further around, he dipped them to cup her ass while licking along the swell of her br**sts. He loved her ass – it was firm and pert and fit just right in his hands, much like the br**sts he was staring at. “I think I’d like better access to these.” He slipped his hands into the satin cups and scooped out her br**sts. Perfect.

A moan slipped out of Taryn as he curled his tongue around one of her ni**les. He sucked, bit, licked and grazed it with his teeth before moving on to the other. Goosebumps broke over her skin when he pulled back and blew on both wet buds until they tightened painfully. Needing his mouth on them again to take away the ache, she swayed forward slightly and arched into him. The piece of shit spanked her ass instead.

“Spread your legs a little for me. Good girl.” Without any preamble he slipped a finger inside her and groaned when her muscles gripped it tight and moisture greeted it. He slowly thrust his finger in and out of her, watching her face the entire time and the range of responses that played across it – pleasure, need, frustration, restlessness. “Do you like that?” He frowned at her nod. “Give me the words, baby.”

“Yes I like it.”

“Good girl.” Rewardingly, he drew a nipple into his mouth while circling her clit with the thumb of the hand that was finger-fucking her. Then he inserted another finger and gave her more of those lazy thrusts that never failed to drive her crazy – and that was the whole idea. He needed that nervous tension gone from her body, needed her mindless and so driven by the need to come that she wouldn’t balk at those desires she pretended she didn’t have. So he continued with the leisurely thrusts, occasionally curving to find her sweet spot but then slowing almost to a halt whenever she came close to climaxing.

Motherfucking son of a goddamn cock-sucking bitch! For the eighth time now he had refused to let her come. Taryn considered breaking his nose…but that would mean she would need to take the time to heal him and it would only prolong things. As he well knew, she wasn’t much into soft, slow and savouring every minute. Right now, all she wanted was her mate to f**k her senseless. Was that really too much to ask? At this point she was shaking with want and frustration, and the word ‘please’ was actually on the edge of her tongue. Hell if she would say it though.

She gasped as he latched onto her nipple again, sucking hard and sending a zing of bliss to her clit. She didn’t realize she’d moved her hands and threaded them through his hair until he pulled back and gave her a warning look. Growling her annoyance, she clasped her hands behind her. She almost sobbed when, for the ninth time, he brought her to the edge but didn’t allow her to topple over. It was official – he was evil.

“Would you like to know what’s going to happen next, baby? Some of the pack are coming in. They’ll be here any minute now.” Just as he’d expected, she froze. He gave her a particularly hard thrust with his fingers and pressed his thumb down on her clit, wrenching a moan from her. “None of them are going to f**k you. I can’t have that. But they are going to watch, and they are going to touch you. They’re going to watch me take you and wish it was them f**king you, but they’ll know they can’t have you like that because you’re mine.”

Oh the devious bastard. He’d purposely set out to get her into a desperate, mindless state where she wouldn’t care about anything other than him letting her come – and it had worked! She was going to kill him, really, she was. Tomorrow. After he’d made her come half a dozen times. Then she’d kill him.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? You might not like that you want it, but you do.”

The part of her still in denial about her exhibitionist streak was saying a resounding ‘no’, but that voice was buried below her overwhelming need to come and also beneath the intrigued part of her that wanted to explore this kink she had. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to the guys or that she didn’t care for them, but this just didn’t seem like Trey. “Why would you let other guys touch me? I don’t get it.”

“These aren’t ‘other guys’, baby. These are people who left their own pack when they were just teenagers, who placed their faith in me, and who’ve been loyal to me. They’re even prepared to enter a battle with me knowing that they may very well die. Others might have left the sinking ship, but not these guys. In a few days, it’s possible that we’ll be burying some of them, but they’re prepared to stay and fight to protect you. That means more to me than anything else they’ve ever done. We could have this one night together. I know how much they care about you, and I know how much you care about them. But if you don’t want this, I’ll tell them they can only watch. It’s up to you, baby.”