The Treasured White Wolf Princess Ariya Story

Emma POV

Bend over your desk and wait for me. I got a mind-link from my husband. I’m coming over in a second.

My insides tingled, and a small smile spread across my face.

Don’t take your clothes off. He growled. I want the honors.

I didn’t know what I did to deserve this, but I wouldn’t fight it too much. Sex with my mate was the one thing that always managed to relax me.

I had a tough day. The new kindergarten we were building wasn’t done. The shipment of the materials was late, and we didn’t know why. The opening kept getting delayed, and it frustrated me so much. Our old kindergarten wasn’t in good shape. The pups deserved better. The parents deserved better.

I squeezed the back of my neck, trying to relax myself a little before Logan came over. It was useless, though. I just couldn’t force my tense muscles to relax.

I stood up and did what my mate told me to do. I didn’t take my clothes off, but I did raise my skirt a little higher. I wanted him inside me faster.

A few moments later, I heard my office door open. A lustful growl made me even wetter than I already was. I heard the door lock, and the wonderful scent of my mate reached me. I inhaled deeply, enjoying each and every second of it.

“Now that’s a pretty sight.” Logan said as he approached me. “I wanted to take that skirt off of you since you put it on this morning.”

I felt his large hand on my butt, and I shivered.

“Please.” I moaned, wishing he would just sink into me.

“Please what?” Logan growled as he bent down and kissed my neck.

This wasn’t helping. It only made the ache between my legs worse. It was getting harder and harder to breathe.

“Please, fuck me.” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“Why so impatient, my little mate?” Logan growled as he placed his hand on my thigh and started lifting my skirt slowly.

It was still too slow for my linking.

“I need you.” I moaned.

Logan growled as his hand finally reached my pussy.

“Fuck, you are so wet.” he mumbled as he kneeled.

He lifted my skirt higher, and I felt his lips on my butt. He kissed it tenderly as he moved my panties to the side. He spread my legs wider and ran a finger through my folds.

I moaned and squirmed. I needed him. Now.

I felt his cold tongue as he licked my opening.

“How the fuck do you taste better each time I do this?” he growled as he stood back up.

I pushed myself back, trying to make him hurry up. I felt his hard dick pressing on my butt.

“You greedy little thing.” Logan growled as he slapped my butt.

I chuckled and pushed again, making him groan. He took a step back so he could pull his pants down.

A second later, I felt him push inside me.

I moaned, and he grunted.

“Fuck, baby.” he growled as he started pumping in and out of me. “You feel so fucking good.”

He placed a hand on my back, pinning me down on the desk. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything except enjoy his thrusts.

And I did enjoy them. I felt my body relax completely. The only thing on my mind was my mate. His hands on my body, his cock inside of me, his scent all around me, the sound of his grunts as he fucked me at a steady pace.