Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 64

My control is slipping. The beast inside me no longer wants to be contained. 

With a sharp tug, I tear her panties clean off, the fabric ripping beneath my grip. A low growl rumbles from my chest. She gasps, her eyes flying open as I push her flat onto the desk, gripping her thighs and spreading her wide. Papers scatter, files tumble to the floor, forgotten. I don’t give a damn. All I see is her–laid out before me like a feast meant only for me. 

My focus narrows to the heat of her body, the way her chest heaves, and the way she looks up at me like I’m the only thing that matters. 

I lower my mouth to her centre, tasting her in a hot, hungry sturp. 

She cries out, her voice sharp and breathless–a sound that lights something wild inside me. I flick my tongue over her clit, then dip into her entrance, alternating between teasing and devouring her, savouring every taste like it’s the last time until she’s squirming, gasping, crying out beneath me. Her thighs quake, but I hold them open, fingers digging into her soft flesh to keep her from closing them. 

“Oh, Jack!” she sobs, her hands pulling at my hair as her climax nears. 

I know the whole pack can probably hear her. Let them know exactly who my Luna is. 

“Come for me, baby,” I growl against her core, the vibration of my voice pushing her over the edge. 

She screams, her body convulsing violently as her orgasm crashes through her. Her release gushes over my mouth and chin, and I groan, lapping it up like a man possessed–intoxicated by her taste. 

Then- Bang 

The door stams open.  

Even through Kali’s panting and soft moans, Thear it clearly. A sharp gasp follows–and I don’t need to turn to know who it is. 

Lady Celestia 

Her scent gives her away instantly–roses and bitterness–hits me like a wall. My lips curl into a slow, unapologetic grin against Kali’s trembling thigh. 

Good. 

Let her see exactly who I want. Let her understand–this is my mate, not her. Let her choke on the truth. 

I lift my head slowly, my mouth still wet with the evidence of my mate’s pleasure. My gaze meets Kali’s—her breath still shallow, lashes fluttering as she fights to stay consciousness, a soft moan of satisfaction slipping from her lips. 

She’s breathtaking. 

Then I turn to the intruder still frozen in the doorway. Celestia’s eyes are wide with shock, her mouth opening and closing, speechless. She looks pale, as if reality has just struck her like a blade. 

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