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)
She toes off her boots.
I unbutton her skirt and yank it down her hips.
When Pepper gives a little bark of excitement, I silence him with a growl.
One good fuck. One good fuck, and I’ll get her out of my system.
The problem is just that I haven’t come inside her yet. Once I get that relief, I’ll have scratched my itch for a human, and I can move on.
That’s what I tell myself as her scent invades my nostrils in delectable nutmeg and honey notes. I’m on edge, a twisted coil of unmet desire and celebration at having her nearly naked.
I pick her up by the waist and walk her the rest of the way to the bedroom. When her eyes widen, I realize I forgot to make her look heavy.
Her room is like her–a jumbled mess of chaos and color. Her furniture looks like thrift market finds, mismatched wooden pieces painted in bright, cheery colors to pull it all together.
“This time I’m in charge,” I assert, tossing her into the center of the bed. I let her have her fun last time, but tonight the leash on my control is frayed.
“You think so?” she challenges, but her pupils dilate so wide her cinnamon eyes look onyx. Her pillowy lips part. When I yank the straps of her bra down, I discover the points of her nipples hardened into stiff peaks.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want it this way.” I slip my fingers between her legs, ghosting them over the gusset of her pale pink panties. “Lie to me, but don’t lie to yourself.”
Her panties instantly grow damp. The scent of her arousal makes my dick harder than steel. Aubrey’s body is ripe for me. Ready for my plunder.
And tonight, I do intend to plunder.
I slide one hand over her ass cheek and squeeze.
“I think tonight we’ll go for a good old-fashioned over the knee spanking.”
Continuing to knead her ass with one hand, I slide the fingers of my other hand inside her panties. “Mmm. Nice and wet.” I tease her sopping entrance, “You’re excited for your punishment.”
I make a show of unbuckling my belt. Aubrey’s gaze tracks the movement, and I detect a ripple of uncertainty. I should keep up the pretense, make her believe I’m going to use it to whip her, but my wolf doesn’t like the tinge of nervousness in her scent.
“It’s for your wrists, Silver.”
I sit on the edge of her bed and loop the belt over her torso, letting it catch her waist to drag her over to me. Her legs skid over the side of the bed next to mine, and she sits up, pushing her wild mane of hair out of her face.
“Unless you want me to use it on your ass.”
“Pass.”
“Come here, beautiful.” I open my legs and manipulate her body, so she’s lying over one thigh with her torso on the bed and her feet on the floor.
I take my time pulling the pink panties down below the curves of her ass. Her long black curls sprawl across her back and shoulders. She looks gorgeous as hell, and my wolf loves having her at my mercy like this.
Wait, no. Maybe that’s my human side. It’s hard to tell. We both want her under us tonight, screaming her pleasure when I finally get mine.
My hand claps down on her ass, a little harder than I meant to slap.
She gasps and looks over her shoulder at me, eyes wide.
Pepper barks. Good dog. He’s protecting his mom.
I rub away the sting. “Sorry. That was too hard, wasn’t it?”
Her shoulders relax.
I spare a look at Pepper. “Go lay down in the living room.” I send a mental picture of him lying down in front of the couch, and the little pup whirls and trots obediently off.
That mutt is growing on me.
I deliver another spank to Aubrey, lighter this time, and she moans.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I tell her, spanking her again. “I’m going to make you sore and sorry for leaving Pepper without asking, and then I’m going to reward you for offering this sexy body up for my punishment.” I pick up the pace of the spanking, keeping them light but fast. She rolls her hips over my lap in pleasure.
Fate, this is good. The sound of my hand smacking her flesh, the dizzying sight of her upturned ass, the scent of her arousal growing stronger with each slap. I’m struck by a sense of disequilibrium. Nothing in my rational mind would have ever chosen this moment. To think that I would not just enjoy but relish being in Brooklyn with a human female who hates everything I stand for is illogical.
Yet I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life. The sense of rightness is hard to deny. Does that mean…?
No. Definitely not.
She can’t be my mate. Fate would not put me with a human. I am the son of an alpha, born to rule a pack. I chose to leave my home pack and serve as the right hand of a worthy alpha, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less of an alpha. I require an alpha wolf worthy of my bloodline. Someone to continue the purebred lines that can be traced back before America was a nation.