Scion (Norseton Wolves Book 4) by Holley Trent Read Free Book Online

That’s how your wolf wants you, doesn’t she?”
    She didn’t respond beyond repositioning herself. Hands and knees down, with her shoulders to the blanket. Lifting her dress over her ass, he let his pants and boxer shorts fall to his knees and pulled her closer to him.
    He parted her wet folds with his thumbs and slipped one between his lips for a taste. He couldn’t help himself, it just seemed like something he had to do, and he didn’t regret it. If he weren’t so strung out at the moment, he would have dipped his head for a longer taste. A lick right at the source. He could tongue her until she moaned and tried to crawl away from the unbearable teasing.
    Maybe next time.
    He pushed his cockhead against her folds and braced himself for the refusal, but none came. She bore down onto him, taking him in inch by inch and fisting the blanket as she swore under her breath.
    Naturally, he didn’t move. The spectacle was too fucking amazing to look away from—her knees spread wide and his cock disappearing inch by hard inch between her folds.
    How’s that, motherfucker? his inner wolf seemed to ask. You’ve suppressed your prey. Are we happy now? Can we just fuck and not think?
    Vic was happy enough for the moment. He wasn’t making any promises about the future, though. The wolf part of him was concerned with planting seeds and siring pups, but the man in him needed to be concerned with more pressing issues like her father, and the elephant in the room—that they’d once been in the same pack.
    Worry later. Enjoy now.
    On a sigh, he put his head back and closed his eyes.
    She rocked back and forth slowly, taking as much of him as she could and squeezing her muscles hard, as if to punish him.
    He’d let her punish him all day long if that was her idea of torture.
    “You’re gonna—gonna let me do all the work, huh?” Her words were accusatory, but her voice was breathy. “You’re gonna say later this was all my idea, and that you were just giving me what I wanted, right?”
    He sighed and put his hands on her hips, squeezing them gently. “Are you really antagonizing a wolf who has his dick inside you? I can do all the work, if you want. You better know what you’re asking for, though.”
    “You think you’re the first wolf who’s had his dick in me?”
    A growl rumbled from his chest, and he didn’t even bother suppressing it. Probably the only shifters more prone to jealous rages than wolves would be cougars .
    She laughed and tightened around him again. “If you think I can’t handle whatever you give me, then you need to slowly and carefully deflate your ego.”
    He dug his fingers deeply into the flesh of her haunches and thrust into her hard and fast, and she gasped. It was not time to be smug yet, though. She’d teased the wolf, and he needed to make sure she didn’t do it again. She didn’t have the right—not after what her father had put his family through.
    She was a Madeira in Carbone territory. The tables had been turned, and the Norseton wolves did things differently. But having her so near knocked him back into the past and made him forget the wolf he was supposed to be.
    He was justified in hating her, but the anger would never be productive. It would never create anything useful. Worse, he hated himself, too, for not being the bigger person.
    His father would have been.
     

CHAPTER SIX
    Ashley had certainly had her fair share of angry sex, but she couldn’t remember it ever taking her breath away.
    Vic thrust into her with a stunningly rapid speed that had her teeth chattering, toes curling, and torso tightening with anticipation. She needed air, but she couldn’t draw in a breath. Every time she tried, he’d pull her hips up again and stoke her even hotter. She moaned and gasped, but those things didn’t make for very good breathing.
    She knew she shouldn’t have teased him—shouldn’t have pushed him to such an antagonistic place—but she couldn’t help herself. She was