Obsession (The Mate Games, #1)

by K. Loraine

Sunday glanced back at me and smirked. “Now be a good boy and stay.”

fight. My wolf was riled up, awake but not released from her prison yet, and I was horny as hell. If I couldn’t get my release by fucking, I might as well get it by fighting.

😎😎

“She’s a spoiled, pampered princess. A petulant little twat. And you, my beautiful little wolf, are a goddess.” Her soft smile had me desperate for a taste. “Am I?” “Fuck yes. And if you let me into your room, I’ll show you exactly what a willing disciple looks like.”

“You have been. And, yes, if you choose this punishment, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your insolent arse until you can’t sit down without a reminder of what my palm felt like on your skin.”

“God give me strength to deal with you, Sunday Fallon.” Then his palm was gone, but I felt the air shift as he landed another blow on my already stinging cheek. I grunted, the sound low and needy. More. I needed more. “Harder, Daddy.” His sharp gasp followed by a growl of, “I told you not to call me that,” echoed through to my core, making me clench my thighs. Then he shifted his hips, and oh, my fucking God, was that an erection?

“More,” I groaned, begging now for something far different than his hand against my ass. I wanted friction between my legs to send the buzz coursing through my veins straight to my clit, building up to sweet relief. “You like this? You like what I’m doing to you?” His words were colored with rough desire, tight and low. “Yes. And so do you.” I rubbed against his lap, feeling him grow thicker and longer as I did. “Admit it.” “Repent,” he said, smacking my pussy again, this time on purpose, bringing me within an inch of the precipice. “Never.” Not when being bad means I get to feel you doing this, I thought.

I want him to covet this pretty pink pussy and wish he was able to taste it any time he wanted just like I can.”

“Just give it a break, you three,” Moira said, holding her hands out. “We get it. You all have massively big tree trunk dicks. No one cares. We aren’t impressed.

“Them. All of them. They won’t leave me alone.” “That’s what happens when you have a magic pussy.”

Moira is queen of all

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, Padre. As long as I get to hear what it sounds like when you shoot your cum all over me, I don’t care.”

“Saints be praised. You’re bare for me. Keep quiet, and when you can’t, bite down on this.” He handed me a neatly pressed scrap of fabric that smelled like him. “I’m going to make you scream.”

“Quiet, little one. Let me show you what it feels like when you allow me to worship you.” “God, yes.” He struck me between the legs, his fingers landing directly on my clit and sending a bolt of need zinging through me. “Blasphemer.” There was no mistaking the amusement lacing the word.

Caleb pulled his fingers free, but he wasn’t quite done. He lapped at my arousal, licking me clean with his tongue and finishing with one languid lap straight up my seam. Then he pressed a final, almost chaste, kiss right on my clit before he stood and whispered, “Amen.”