Leashed by a Wolf by Cherie Nicholls Read Free Book Online Page B

pulled her dress up and off. With swift movements he peeled off her underwear, leaving her standing in front of him as naked as he was.
    With one finger he ran a clawed fingertip from the base of her throat down between her breasts, all the way until he reached her belly button.
    Laney shuddered and Heath growled low. He loved how open she was with her reactions to him.
    “How shall I punish you, sweetheart?” Heath asked as he circled her slowly. He allowed his finger to trail around her middle as he moved.
    “You could let me off this once?” Laney suggested. Heath stopped behind her and chuckled.
    “But how would you learn then, my beta?” He ran the flat of his hand over her butt. With a quick flick he laid a tap against the fleshy cheek.
    “Hey, buster, I am not that kind of girl,” Laney said as she turned to face him.
    Heath gave her a half smile. “Not a fan of spanking then, my beta? Hmm, but how else shall I punish you for all your disobediences?”
    “You could just fuck me.”
    Heath laughed. “Oh, Laney-girl, if I can promise you one thing this evening it’s that I will be fucking you before the night is out.” He took a step towards her, forcing her back again and again until she was pinned to the wall.
    He placed his hands on her shoulders and ran them down her arms until he could lace his fingers through hers. He raised their joined hands until they were pressed against the wall just over her head.
    Laney moved forward, grinding her hips against his. Heath smiled down at her.
    “I told you, my beta, I won’t be rushed,” he said before leaning forward and capturing her mouth in a branding kiss.
    His tongue ran across the seam of her mouth, demanding entry. He groaned when she opened for him. Their tongues parried, fighting for control.
    Heath was a dominant man, an Alpha wolf. He had always enjoyed being in control of every situation, whether it was in the pack or in the bedroom. He still did, but he was starting to enjoy the fight for dominance with this woman. He would win, but getting to the finish line was going to be one hell of a ride.
    Laney pulled away, kissing along his jaw until she reached his neck. She bit sharply at the join with his shoulder. Heath pulled air through his clenched teeth. She didn’t know what that move meant—she couldn’t know—but to Heath, to any shifter, biting that area and drawing blood would mark your mate, your other half.
    His gut clenched at the thought but he pushed it away. He stepped back from her and, with a tug, pulled her to the bed. Heath slid onto the bed, moving back until he leant back against the headboard before he drew her down so she was tight against his body, between his legs.
    “Look in the mirror,” he instructed, pointing at the full-length mirror standing against the wall opposite the bed. With a gentle hand under her chin Heath tipped her head back so she leaned fully against him but could still see their reflection in the mirror.
    “Open,” Heath said as he tapped her thigh. Without argument Laney spread her legs for him. “Hmm, such a lovely view,” he murmured against her hair. “Watch.” He moved a finger down her body until he reached her wet and waiting core.
    He watched her in the mirror as he slowly stroked his finger into her, rubbing against her clit before he pulled out, then coming back with two fingers.
    “Oh,” Laney breathed as she closed her eyes.
    “Oh no, my beta, keep those eyes open.” He moved his hands to his sides.
    “Please.” Laney held his wrist, asking for more.
    “Keep your eyes open. If you close them again I’ll stop.”
    Laney nodded as she focused on his reflection.
    “Good girl,” Heath said as he moved his hand back to her. He traced small circles on her lower stomach. He watched as she bit her lower lip.
    He moved a finger lower and slowly entered her again. “You are so hot and tight. I have never felt anything like it; the way your body holds on to mine is amazing.”
    Laney