The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 42

"Very. And this she-wolf will personally kick your ass if I don't get want I want."

"And what does 'this she-wolf' want?"

"To be fucked, now," she growled making sure she never broke eye contact with her prey.

"It's too bad I don't plan on fucking you," he whispered in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe and down her neck, "I plan to make love to you."

"It's the same thing," she groaned, angling her neck so he could have full access to it.

"No, my dear, it is not."

"Then do it," she breathed rocking herself against his growing bulge.

"Do what," he asked taking his hands over each butt cheek, squeezing them while bringing her closer to him.

"Make love to me," she panted with a moan.

"Always," he took her lips while lifting them both off the couch and up the stairs to her room. He placed her on the end of her bed, ripping off his shirt while she quickly undid his jeans. With a hungry growl, he leaned down and kissed her once more before stepping out of his jeans and boxer. Eric quickly put an arm around her back, lifting her off the bed and moving her further in so her head rested on her pillows. "You're so beautiful," he smiled taking everything in so he would never forget this moment.

"Shut up," she blushed taking her hand and gripping the back of his hair and forcefully bring him in for another kiss as she lifted her upper body into him.

He couldn't help but smile at her. Looking her at her from head to toe she was still wearing her white coffee-stained shirt and sweat pants, she must have just changed before he arrived. He loved this look on her, especially when she wore her glasses and her hair up. Goddess, he could still remember what they did in here, what she did to him had him nearly cum. But the tables were turned. And he didn't know what to do with her. Where to start and where to end as if he ever wanted this to end.

He took his hands over the hem of her shirt and pulled if over her head, throwing to the floor. Next was her bra with a snap in the front, he quickly undid it, letting out the most beautiful pair of pale orbs looking back at him. But then he noticed the scar on her shoulder, bending down he placed gentle kisses over the old wound.

"Don't," she whimpered.

"No," she replied not meeting his gaze.

"Then she won't mind me touching her," he asked holding back a chuckle.

"You may," she replied back once more giving him permission to touch her.

Eric smiled down on her, bring himself down to leave little kissing down in his wake as he kissed her little hand covering her womanly parts from him. Gently kissing her knuckles as he lifted her hand away and gently spearing her fold with two fingers to see the beauty that was behind them. He could smell her arousal, Eric looked back up to her and he found her looking at him with such a look it makes him nearly cum.

She wanted him. Needed him. And he was willing to submit to her plea.

Blake had no idea what to do as he licked and nibbled her in an area she didn't even think towel so good and so bad at the same time. She loveseat but hated how much she wanted more. How it made her lose her mind until nothing mattered anymore With a gasp, Eric gripped her hips and lifted her off the bed as if she was a meal he couldn't get enough of and she loved that.

He suckled her, bring her in a new high she couldn't control until an odd feeling washed over her. Gripping at the full head of hair, she lifted herself high as her body shook uncontrollably. "Wait. I can't. I don't know. Goddess, stop please," she pleaded but he didn't and she was thankful for it. He moved faster, licking his tongue over her to then suck hard, making her scream out as a wave of pleasure came over her again and again until she couldn't look straight anymore.