Ruthless (Wolf Ranch #6) - Renee Rose Page 0,16

good, Red. But I didn’t know how good. But see, pleasuring you is my job. And you’re creeping in on my duties. So I think punishment is in order.”

Punishment? My belly flipped but not with fear. Totally with excitement. If anyone had asked me yesterday if I was into punishment sex, I would’ve said no freaking way. But Rand was showing me a side of myself I didn’t even know I had. Desires I’d never glimpsed before.

He rolled me to my belly and pulled my shorts and panties all the way off. He slapped my ass lightly.

Too lightly. I moaned, arched my back.

I looked over my shoulder. “Harder,” I whispered, half frightened of what I was asking for.

Rand’s wolfish grin appeared. His hand smacked down before I even had time to rethink my request.

“Oh!” I slammed my inner thighs together, unbelievably turned on.

Rand chuckled darkly. “I’m not gonna ask if you want more, darlin’, because you told me not to, so I’m gonna spank you until I think you’re good and wet.”

Oh. Gawd.

I was already good and wet, but his suggestion that I could be wetter seemed to make it so. His hand smacked down, hard and fast. He popped my ass, alternating cheeks, right and left for eight spanks, then slid his fingers between my legs.

I came on a harsh gasp.

Just like that—embarrassingly wet, clenching under the tips of his fingers, which weren’t even inside me.

“Oh, goddamn, Red. That is so fucking hot. You liked your spanking, didn’t you?”

I made an unintelligible sound as my head flopped down. I was embarrassed but still so freaking turned on. “More,” I murmured.

Rand uttered a curse and returned to spanking me, increasing the intensity slightly, so I started to squirm before he stopped to rub over my core again. “Roll over,” he commanded but didn’t wait for me to comply. He gripped my hip and pushed me onto my back then spread my knees wide and settled between my legs.

“Rand,” I warbled. I was trying to catch my breath, get my mind to focus, but he was making it impossible.

“How quick are you going to come for me this time, Red?” He lowered his head and slid his tongue between my nether lips, parting them and tracing around the insides.

I arched up, my hands flailing until they caught his head. “Ohhh-oh, Rand!” I shoved my fingers through his hair and tugged, pulling him against my core. He found my clit and suctioned his lips over it, sucking.

I quivered. Gasped.

He slid one finger inside me. Then another.

“Oh my God, please,” I begged.

He pumped his fingers, still thrashing my clit with his tongue. When he shifted to stroking the inside wall of my channel, I jerked, my knees squeezing around his ears. No one had ever hit that spot before. It felt so good. Hedonistic pleasure for the sake of pleasure. Rand played my body better than I ever bowed that violin.

I choked on a cry. Held my breath. Let out another one. And then I came, so much harder than the last time. A full body orgasm that made me squeeze his fingers like I was pulling them deeper. My legs accidentally kicked his back as I thrashed and pumped my hips and screamed his name while I came and came and came.

6

RAND

Fate was sweeter than moonlight. I couldn’t believe she paired me with this beautiful, responsive angel of a human. A wildcat between the sheets. And we hadn’t even fucked. She was so responsive, so… perfect. That pussy of hers, all pink and dripping, my mouth watered for more.

When her thighs clamped around my ears, I’d thought I’d be smothered to death. What a way to go. Hot and tight and sweet. She was it for me. I’d never get enough, never crave anything but this pussy for the rest of my life.

It was mine, and in return, I was its slave.

I waited until Natalie’s orgasm passed and she went limp before I eased my fingers out and licked them. I’d have this taste on my tongue often. Waking her up with my head between her thighs would be my new morning routine.

If I’d had a condom, I might have fucked her because my dick was so hard it could pound nails, but no—this felt right. Me satisfying my mate. Showing her exactly what she had in store for her once she submitted to my claiming bite. She’d always be pleasured, her needs satisfied. If she wanted her ass spanked, my handprint