Wolf Castle (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)

Afterwards he lies back on the bed, and I daringly straddle his hips. His hands are tucked behind his head as he watches me. My swollen pussy is rubbing against his half firm cock. I roll my hips in tiny movements, wanting to see how quickly he will get hard again.

I’m irritated when his phone buzzes. He reaches for it, and instead of switching it off, he puts it against his ear. I pout and jokingly swat his muscular chest to show him that I think this is rude.

The phone fascinates me. It is made of clear crystal. Some of the colored glass gems inside it are glowing as he holds it against his ear. I’ve never seen anything like it before.

As he listens to whoever is on the other end speak, I continue to rub my bare pussy against his dick, intent on drawing his attention back to me. He lazily fingers one of my nipples as he listens.

“Sure, John,” he says. “We’re going to be busy with our own girl today anyway. But make sure you come around for lunch tomorrow. You can meet her.”

John.

I go still. I stare at him wide-eyed while he casually carries on his conversation. My heart is thrumming in my chest. I’m sitting naked on his lap while he is speaking to my dad on the phone!

It feels obscene.

I try to climb off Uncle Max, but he rolls over quickly, trapping me beneath his powerful weight.

My legs spread automatically to accommodate his hips. He grins as his rapidly hardening cock rubs against my sensitive flesh. He says goodbye to my dad and hangs up.

“Where were you trying to go, young lady?” he says teasingly, nuzzling my throat.

“Who was that?” I ask, my mouth dry. I hope he tells me it is some other John.

“My buddy. He’s one of my business partners. You kind of remind me of his daughter actually.”

My cheeks flush hot red at the same time as my blood runs cold. Or that what it feels like.

I push him away from me. He is so big that I could never hope to get him off me, but he seems to sense I mean it and he immediately rolls away.

“What is it?” he asks, looking a little confused.

And then he smiles. “If you’re worried that I want to share you with him, you can relax. There’s no way I want to share you with anybody else.”

My body tenses up. I drag a sheet up to cover myself and cross my arms over my chest. I am stunned at the thought of Uncle Max sharing a woman with dad.

“Have you shared other women with him?” I ask.

Uncle Max props himself up on his elbow beside me, so that he can gaze down at me. With one hand he strokes my waist through the thin sheet.

“Are you jealous?”

His hand moves down lower and starts rubbing me between my legs. The extra sensation of the sheet adds a delicious friction. I find myself unable to stop from spreading my legs a little to give him better access.

This feels delicious and illicit. It soon has me panting.

“Did you?” I insist, gasping the words out as his finger strokes over my clit.

He gives me a wicked smile, and then drives his fingers lower down and presses into me, sheets and all. He nibbles my nipple through the sheet, suckling it until the fabric is wet and I have started to wriggle against him.

 “Sure,” he says. “We shared his wife a few times.”

“Oh God!”

My brain registers what he said, but his fingers are thrusting a little in out of me and my body is freaking out. I moan, half in dismay, half in lust

“No,” I gasp disbelievingly. “You both had sex with her? Together?”

It can’t be. Not my mom, who warned me against being loose. Not my dad, who was so angry when she left him for another man.

“Sweet baby,” he says, climbing on top of me and guiding his cock between my legs. Even through the sheet, it feels delicious when he presses it into my slit. “Yes, we fucked his wife.”

He thrusts into me partway, the sheet stopping him from getting in more than an inch. “We both fucked her together. “

He pulls out and thrusts again. “Are you jealous?”

Not jealous. Just… stunned. And yet even the shocking words he has just said don’t stop me from groaning at the sensations he is awakening in me.

He takes my hand and wraps my fingers around his steely cock. “They needed something to spice up their marriage. But there’s nothing for you to worry about, little love.”

He kisses me on the lips. “I never wanted her half as much as I want you.”

“Tell me it was a long time ago.”

“It was.”

Good, because I don’t want to think about that. I want to wipe that memory from his mind.

I wrap my fingers around his dick, wanting him to feel only me. Wanting to prove to him that no one could make him feel like I can, even though I know that probably isn’t true.

“And you don’t want her anymore?” I ask tremulously.

He nibbles on my lower lip. “I only have eyes for you. She is long gone.”

He puts his hand over mine and shows me how he likes me to pump his cock.

“We couldn’t satisfy her taste for excitement. She ran off with a couple of vampires. Left my buddy, John, brokenhearted. Poor guy.”

“Oh, God,” I whisper.

My mind is reeling, but my body wants only one thing. I pull the sheet aside and guide Uncle Max’s cock into my pussy.

“Fuck me,” I beg him, wanting to forget what he has told me, and wanting him to forget that he has ever fucked any woman but me.

Because I love him. God help me, I am in love with him.