The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 32

"Oh, and what would that be?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"You're model, " she looked like she wasn't buying into his game of cat and mouse. "No strings attached. No talking about mates and bonding. . . unless it means tying me up, " Eric smiled at his joke and so was she but it looked more sinner then he imaged.

"You want to play?" Her voice became hucky as her eye darkened.

"Yes, " Eric leaned into the table, nearly groaning over the excitement of his mate's hungry voice.

Once his mate gave him an even more sinner grin, he was starting to rethink his life choices.

Maybe this was a bad idea? . . .Oh, what the hell.

Eric was wrong. He knew he was. And his wolf was begging Eric to release him. It was an ongoing battle between the two and Eric was making sure that his wolf stayed in place. Eric didn't need to have his wolf out and claiming his dominance over his mate.

Both Eric and his wolf wanted to rip out of their confinement right now. They needed her. Wanted.

Eric tugged his wrist forward, "do you think this is necessary, " he asked taking a glance towards her. "It's kind of tight, " he said raising an eyebrow.

"You wanted to play, your majesty, and I tend to play. I'm behind on my story and imagination can get me so far. So be a good boy and lay there, " she sighed.

It was pure torture to him, watching his mate slowly lifting her shirt up, showing her bare back to him. If she was to truly torture him he would tell her everything, to the last detail.

Eric watched her finally take her shirt off and that's when he saw the scare on her shoulder. Beta Blake walked over to her closest, dropping her shirt on the floor. She then reached her one arm back and snapped her bra open.

Goddess, he wanted her. Did his mate not care that she was undressing in front of her mate. Her Alpha mate. Her very so dominate mate. Blood flowed to his manhood making him nearly hard. He didn't know how much he and his wolf could handle any more.

When he thought nothing could get better than this his mate took off her pants revealing black panties that matched her bra.

Goddess save me from my torture, he thought, he shifted his body.

"Don't move, " she commanded. Her head was slightly turned toward him where he could only see her eyes. Those gray eyes of hers. She turned away and pulled a long shirt off the rack and slipped it on. "You are to lay there until I decide what to do to you next."

Eric couldn't help but smile at his mate and turn his head away from her looking eyes. He kept his eyes on her ceiling thinking how much he wanted to hind his erection from her.

All Blake could do was nod her head. She lifted herself from her chair, taking her pen and paper with her and stood beside him.

"How do you feel, " she asked him.

"Exposed. Vulnerable."

"Do those things excite you, " she wrote down his answers before looking him in the eyes.

"Not really, " he tried to shrug.

"I see."

Sit on him. A small voice in the back of her head called. Almost exciting in fact.

Without another thought she climbed in the bed, saddling him. The first thing that came to mind was that he was warm, almost hot. His skin was soft against hers. Not to mention the growing bulge from his boxer rub against her underwear, just between the folds. The King groaned catching Blakes attention.