Charlotte came and sat next to him. Titania sat beside his mate, and he witnessed the growing bond between the two women. Cade stared at him in warning, and some of the other men kept glancing at him and then at Charlotte. When everything was done and finished, Charlotte and Titania made to clear everything away. Micah stopped her.
“I think tonight the men can finish the cleaning,” he told the table. They all knew what he had to do.
Every single man got up and began to clean away the dishes.
He didn’t waste any time. He picked her up and carried her up to their room. The men would be waiting with the chains as soon as he was done.
The door slammed, and he put her down but twisted her so her back was to him.
“Stop manhandling me. Micah!” she yelled. Her hand slapped out at him. Her struggles were useless against his strength.
“I want you,” he said.
Her large breasts pressed against his arm where he held her captive. No matter how many times he tried to warn her, she seemed to relish the chase. He was a wolf, and no matter how much fun he got, the game could get deadly.
Tonight he had no choice. He had to keep her locked and chained to his bed. His wolf wouldn’t handle her running from him.#p#分页标题#e#
Charlotte was still human, even if she was his mate. Her body would easily break with his strength.
“Why are you fighting me?” he asked.
Her struggles stopped for a few seconds. “Because I don’t want this.” She kicked out at him, throwing her leg back. Micah dodged her flaying feet.
“We both know that’s a lie. You’ve been panting for me since you finished your woman’s problem.”
“No, I haven’t,” she argued, but her blush confirmed everything he needed. His mate desired him, and as they were together more often, the more the attraction built between them. He knew she wanted to be taken, and he was more than happy to oblige.
In a bold move he pressed his hand between her thighs, cupping her mound. Charlotte stopped instantly. Micah smelled her cream dripping. She might not realize it, but his mate was turned on and wanted a good hard fucking.
“What are you doing?” she panted.
“Showing you how much you want me.” He flicked the buttons open and dragged the jeans down. Micah was surprised when she started to help him undress her. Charlotte kicked them away. She wore a pair of deep-red panties. He moaned. Her full figure looked delightful. Good enough to eat.
He didn’t want any of his view disrupted, and he took her to his full-length mirror. One of his many kinks was he liked watching his cock sink into a woman’s pussy. He wanted to watch as she took him all and begged for the pounding she deserved. Would Charlotte be begging him by the end of the night?
Her top half was covered but peeking beneath her shirt was a rounded belly. The sight of her flesh made him want her more. Micah didn’t like women who were mere bones with flesh on. He liked a woman with hips. He could grab onto her without fear of breaking her.
Placing both hands on her hips, he tested her sturdiness.
Micah approved. His hands didn’t meet in the middle. She was a pure woman, and he hadn’t gotten her shirt off yet.
Did you wear a matching bra?
He licked his lips in anticipation. He placed a hand on either side of the top part of her blouse. He pulled. The buttons popped all over the place. The fabric tore to shreds. Micah let it fall to the floor.
Charlotte’s large tits heaved over the edge of the lacy trimming keeping them contained. She was easily a double cup.
The rose red of her nipple was outlined though the lace.
A blush stained her cheeks.
After tonight, she’d be his fucking queen.
A gruff sound escaped his lips. “You look stunning.”
“I’m fat,” she moaned. Her hands went to cover her stomach.
Micah snatched her hand away. “I love this. I love everything about you.” Taking her hand, he brought it to rest on his dick. “I’m as hard as rock for you.”
Kissing her neck and shoulder, he watched her close her eyes and rest her head against his chest.
He peeled off her bra and snapped the catch open at the front, watching those large mounds pour out. Dusky-red nipples stood proud and firm, begging for his lips. Did her skin taste as good as she smelled?
The bra lay on the floor in a heap, and he cupped her with his hands. His large hands were filled by the fullness of her breasts. She might be human, but her body matched his ideal woman in every way.
Tweaking the nipples, Micah watched her open her eyes, staring at their reflection. The buds tightened and swelled beneath his touch.
“I could fuck these tits.”
“What do you mean?” she asked on a gasp.