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Chapter 145 – Werewolves of Wallstreet Series Novel Free Online

“You owe me.”

“Oh really?”

She raises a brow, but I catch the quiver in her voice.

“Nothing comes free.”

I slide my hand up further.

Her skin is silky and warm, and when she parts her legs a little, her heady scent hits me and sends me reeling.

“Wrong, Billy Billions.

The best things in life are free.”

And with a foxy smile, she puts her hand on the front of my tuxedo pants.

My cock throbs under her touch.

“Careful…” My breath hisses between my teeth as she rubs her palm along the ridge of my erection.

She’s in dangerous territory.

My wolf is on edge.

He wants me to pin her down and ravage her.

Wear her out and keep her in my bed, so she’ll never do anything so dangerous again.

She leans in, letting her braids trail over my upper torso while she bears down, rubbing me harder.

It’s perfect until she says, “Maybe this is how I would’ve gotten out of a tight situation.

Did you ever think of that?”

Instantly, my brain goes there, giving me an image of Aubrey playing seductress with a security guard.

I bite back a snarl.

“Anyone who touches you, loses that hand.”

Her eyes widen a moment.

Her gaze searches mine, as if she’s wondering where that intensity came from.

I don’t care how possessive that sounded.

I mean every word.

After a moment of hesitation, she smirks.

“Jealous?”

Before I think, I’ve moved, pulling her across my lap.

She gasps, and I smack her perfect ass.

“No one touches you.

I mean it.”

Her dark chuckle tells me she’s into it.

“And if I touch them?”

“I punish you.”

But she’s punishing me, torturing me with thoughts of her with other men.

I rub her bottom over the dress, getting lost in the sensation of the firm muscle under my palm, her weight pressing on my dick.

I slide my hand under her dress, seeking her softness, her heat.

We both sigh when I find it, pulling the slender gusset of her G-string aside.

She’s dripping wet.

“No one else.

This” -I stroke her lightly- “belongs to me.”

She’s limp over my lap, too focused on the movement of my fingers to argue.

And I’m suddenly desperate.

I need her to be safe.

I need her to be mine.

What the hell am I doing?

“Promise me, Aubrey.

No more breaking into server rooms.

Or anything reckless like that.”

“I make no promises.”

“Then you won’t come until you do.”

I give her clit a tap and smile at the conundrum.

Her own ideals against her desire to come.

Another tap.

She wiggles her hips over my lap, making my cock thrust out in my tuxedo pants.

“How about this?

If I want to do any B&E, I’ll call you first.”

“Deal.”

I penetrate her with my finger.

She gasps, looking over her shoulder at me with her berry-painted lips parted.

She’s so gorgeous.

I want to satisfy her.

Make her scream my name.

Make her mine.

Wait, no.

Not that part.

I just don’t want her to ever be with anyone else.

Fate.

I’m getting muddled.

I finger-fuck her slowly, and she bites her lower lip, holding my gaze.

“I want to suck your cock.”

Her voice sounds husky, like honey and gold dust.

My upper lip lifts in a snarl of approval.

I remove my finger, and she slides down to kneel at my feet.

I help her by freeing my erection.

She grips the base of my cock and slides her tongue around the head.

I draw harsh breaths in through my nostrils.

She’s making me lose control, and I hate to lose control.

She drags her tongue up the underside of my cock, then engulfs it with her mouth.

She’s trouble, this human.

I give her full points for courage back there, but fuck, she’s reckless!

Careless with her safety and her future.

I live a controlled, curated existence.

That’s how I ensure superiority over every other male in the pack but my alpha.

That’s how I manage pack and business politics.

Aubrey is clearly disrupting the order in my life.

The fact that I came tonight when there’s no possible financial or strategic gain for me or my pack proves it.

What could I possibly hope to gain by mixing with this human?

She is trouble for me and my kind.

But then she cups my balls and picks up the pace, bobbing her head over my cock.

Pleasure rolls over me in a tidal wave.

It shouldn’t feel this good.

Being with her shouldn’t feel like this.

Fuck.

I’m losing control again.

Anger at that fact mingles with pleasure.

Her eyes are on me.

Her lips stretch around my cock.

I just spanked her luscious ass, and I plan to fuck her senseless when I get her home tonight.


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