Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I grab a pillow from the pile at the headboard and lift her torso to slide one under her chest to take some of the pressure off her neck and make her more comfortable when her hands are tied behind her back.
I pick up one wrist, twist it behind her back, and then twist back the other. I take my time looping the silk tie around her wrists, but I tie it snugly. If she wants out, she’ll have to ask. I sense the anticipation building in Aubrey. Her scent has a warmth, like she’s in the throes of pleasure already.
“Now you can focus, Silver,” I tell her. “I’m going to give you my tongue and my cock, as requested. But first there’s the matter of your punishment.”
Aubrey’s only response is a soft sigh.
She’s fully on board.
To keep her off-balance, I don’t spank her yet. I pry her upper thighs open with my thumbs and lick into her. I tongue her swollen clit, then suck on her labia. She’s freshly shaven from front to back, making her skin smooth and easy to devour.
A strange sensation comes over me as I taste her. A wash of pleasure–not physical. More ethereal. Metaphysical. I work and wiggle my tongue in her folds, and lap her juices and the pleasure increases. It’s a sense of rightness mingled with excitement–like the thrill my wolf gets when he’s caught the fresh scent of wild game and knows the kill is nigh.
I try to tell myself it’s my dick talking.
I’ve been hard for this human since Brick and Madi’s engagement party. Actually, since I first met her at La Résistance. My dick’s just happy I’m finally going to get to fuck her out of my system.
It’s definitely not fate talking. That would mean…
No.
Absolutely not.
I’m not fated to a human.
The idea irritates me enough that I spank Aubrey as I lick her.
She moans. I spank her again, staying busy with my tongue as I smart her soft ass with the flat of my palm.
No fucking way I’m fated to a human.
I change hands and slap her other cheek, delivering several stinging blows as I lave her entire pussy with my tongue.
I find her asshole with my right thumb. The lube I dribbled there earlier has warmed to her body temperature now, and it’s easy to work my digit into her opening.
Her moans grow more guttural.
I don’t fuck her ass with my thumb, I just leave it inside her. Then I lift my head and start spanking her in earnest–hard slaps where ass meets thigh, first one side, then the other.
She whimpers, but takes it well, staying perfectly still. Her thighs begin to tremble. Her cunt drips arousal onto my bedspread.
I’m normally OCD neat, but I already know I’m not washing anything when we’re done. I want to sleep with her scent in my bed tonight.
Every night, my wolf insists.
I shut him up by spanking Aubrey harder. The pitch of her cries takes on a note of intensity, so I stop and rub her heated flesh as I slowly fuck her ass with my thumb.
Realizing she’s about to come, I rub her clit with the fingers of my other hand.
“Oh God!” she cries.
“Did that spanking get you hot, Aubrey?” I rumble. “Are you going to come before I even put my cock inside you?”
Two fingers slip inside her without me even meaning to penetrate–her flesh is that swollen, slick and open.
“Oh fuck.”
I pump my thumb and fingers.
“Oh my God. Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” She immediately clamps down on them, as if waiting for something to come around. Her juices soak my fingers as she orgasms.
My wolf howls with satisfaction.
That sense of metaphysical satisfaction also loops through me.
I pump until Aubrey’s done, then I say, “Bad girl. I didn’t say you could come.”
Aubrey
Now that I’ve had my funishment–and it was searing hot–I wrest back control.
“I’m the one giving orders,” I assert although considering I’m breathless and mumbling, I might lose some of the oomph to my statement.
Billy bites, then kisses my smarting ass, then unties my wrists. I groan as the blood rushes to my shoulders, which had gone a little stiff.
Billy seems to understand exactly what I’m experiencing because he squeezes them, helping massage the life back into them. Well, now I know. Billy White the III is an animal in bed. Madi’s conjecture that he might be decent because he pays attention to people’s desires was right. He’s smooth. Experienced. Dominant in a delicious way.
I want more.
He pushes me onto my back with his body on top. His gaze is on the silver ring in my navel. He must think it’s hot.
I push him away, and he yields. His normally closed expression is still inscrutable, but I detect a softness in it that wasn’t there before. An appreciation?
You’d think he’d be ragey with blue balls by now because I’ve come twice, and he hasn’t come at all, but he seems patient.