Free Wolf Ways (The Madison Wolves Book 9) by Robin Roseau Page B

more intimate, and I knew soon I would feel her hands where I wanted them.
    I squirmed again. I couldn’t help it. But I kept my limbs where she had put them.
    My eyes were closed now, and I didn’t open them for a long, long time.
    “Elisabeth…”
    Her fingers teased me, touching gently. Her hands still moving, her lips moved to my ear. “I am a dominant wolf, Zoe,” she said. “I take what I want, but never without permission. Say ‘yes’.”
    “Yes!” I said loudly, assuredly.
    She didn’t wait. Her hand slipped down my stomach, caressing with an open palm, and then the fingers curled. She cupped me, and I gasped at the touch.
    “You may now say three words. My name. Yes. Or the word ‘yours’.”
    “Yes!” I said again. “Elisabeth…”
    I wasn’t ready to admit I was hers.
    She stroked me with two fingers, and I gasped.
    “Yes!”
    She continued to stroke, and with each stroke, I said one of the allowed words.
    And I squirmed.
    “I won’t enter you until you admit you are mine,” she whispered.
    “Yours!” I agreed. “Yours, yours, yours.”
    She parted me with her fingers, and then she inserted a finger, and then a second. “Yours!” I said firmly.
    She knew what she was doing, and she soon had me gasping, repeating the three words over and over. She slowed, and her hand stilled.
    “No!” I said.
    “Oh Zoe,” she said.
    “Elisabeth,” I whimpered.
    She stilled entirely, and suddenly I was afraid of what she might do. “You’ve been very good, so I’ll give you a choice.” Her mouth was still at my ear. “Firm spanking, harder than the last one, or permission to do what I wanted to do. You may answer.”
    “Permission.”
    “Good.” It was a purr. She flexed her fingers just once, causing me to gasp. “Michaela struggled with this; Lara was not direct and forced her to figure this out on her own with only hints. I am far more direct than my sister.” She paused. “Dominant wolves are exhibitionists. It is important to us that the other wolves realize how virile we are. You may speak openly until the next time I move my hand. Do you know how I intend to prove my virility?”
    “You want me to scream loudly enough for everyone else to hear.”
    “Yes,” she said. “Now, there are always people in and about Lara’s home, so everyone hears Michaela. We are more isolated, so perhaps no one will hear. But I expect you to try.”
    “Oh god,” I said.
    And then her fingers moved, and I remembered her rule. I clamped my lips shut.
    She chuckled. “You’re good at my games, Zoe. Now, I will continue to do what I am doing. You will continue to say your three words, but you will grow louder and louder, or I stop.”
    “Elisabeth,” I whispered.
    Her fingers moved, and I gasped, but I said the words, and when she prompted me to be louder, I was louder. And louder. And louder.
    “Convince me you enjoy this,” she whispered. “Convince me you want more.”
    And I couldn’t help but obey. As I grew closer and closer to the cusp, I squirmed and panted, but I also said the words, “Elisabeth! Yes. Yours!” And then, as the orgasm arrived, and I shuddered around her fingers, my body clutching at her, I screamed the words, over and over.
    * * * *
    We lay still together. I was on my side, curled into her with my head on her shoulder. I was sweaty and filled with a deep glow. She had long ended the game, and we’d been murmuring quietly at each other.
    I was insanely happy, and I told her that.
    She didn’t answer with words, but her enveloping arms tightened for a moment.
    But then I said, “I can’t imagine I’m your dream girl.”
    She’d been stroking my shoulder slowly. Her hand stilled. “Why do you say that?”
    “If you wanted a human, you would have been dating them.”
    “I haven’t done much dating.”
    “Are you intending to avoid my question?”
    “You didn’t ask a question. You made an observation.” But she paused. “I would not have considered a