His Trouble Maker

Chapter 169

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I had to admit, this tops every Jessica Wilkinson’s trouble ever.

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My fucking sanity is out of the window the second she offered to play some fantasy games in our bed. And look at that, she wants me to play a tyrant alpha to his pitiful omega.

“Just don’t shift when you’re inside me,” she said with an excited chirp.

A loud growl went out of my lips with that fucking thought. My wolf wants that. He longs to claim her enough and now she’s trying to feed him with these offers from her?

Well, I’ll be damned.

But no matter how exciting that can be, it will only tear her apart.

“What are you doing?” My voice was a whisper still not getting over the fact that my Luna just surprised me with a poisonous meal but made me the luckiest man alive on earth.

Jessica slowly lifted her shirt while dancing and I had to control myself. I’m naked on the bed while she’s on the bed trying to edge me with whatever naughty thought she has in her mind tonight.

I’m down to anything too. Especially after the conversation that I had with Kade.

“Have you ever had a lap dance?”

Oh hell, no. “You mean, a dirty lap dance?”

Jessica nods. I think she really tried to go overboard with all of these. “Yes, alpha. Have you?”

Moon goddess!

I’ve been in love with her for years already and I am not a good hypocrite man to not think of every filthy little act and position I want to put her through but her wiggling her ass and crawling on the bed?

That’s a fucking scene I’ll always remember on my birthday,

Jessica settles on my thighs, eyes locked on mine, daring me to breathe, daring me to lose control. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me–what she’s always done.

her down and make her stop playing with me, but fuck -I can’t ruin this.

doesn’t belong to her at all. “I’ll never

my mouth curves. She’s roleplaying. My good little wolf, acting like she isn’t grinding herself

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don’t stop. My fingers dig into her

not from fear but from the way my grip bites into her skin. Her lashes lower, her lips part, and then she starts to move. Slow at first. Little circles of her hips, dragging

me.

shirt, brushing her bare skin. “Is this why you always disobey me,

will do to her. Sure enough, her body jerks, her eyes flashing

to go into that very scenario of how we lived our

anyway, like she can fuck the insult right back at

brat,” I shoot back, my teeth grazing her jaw. I grab a fistful of her hair, tugging just enough to

her cunt grinds deeper against me. “You

Damn it.

hurts–but so is slapping her ass. My palm lands hot and hard, the sound echoing in the room, and she jerks

growl, fingers tightening in her hair until her throat is

If anything, she rides me harder, chasing friction like she wants

want to test me? Fine.” I yank her closer, chest to chest, my

loves this. Loves me dragging her past rebellions into the present, twisting

“Arch your back.”

as she rolls her hips on me.

I order. “Wrists crossed. Keep

eyes spark like she might argue, but she folds her arms back, wrists locking at the small of her spine. It pushes her chest higher–exactly where I want

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giving her the satisfaction of my mouth yet.

on purpose. “Maybe I am in

brat, Wilkinson. And this brat doesn’t touch unless I say.” I

she lives for. My lips barely graze her through the thin fabric, a

“Tease,” she breathes.