Idler (Norseton Wolves Book 3) by Holley Trent

rubbed the flesh, squeezing his ass where she’d struck and made another hmm sound. “No? Yes?”
    “More. Give me all you want, and I’ll give you what I’ve got.”
    And he’d certainly try to do the same outside of the bedroom, too. He just needed her to tell him what to do. Lisa could be his little alpha. He just hoped she wouldn’t be the kind who would cast him out of their pack of two.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Lisa had called him wolf because that was what she called every male wolf in her peer group, but she knew that words sometimes had connotations that she couldn’t predict. She could also be hurtful without meaning to. Some people might have thought Colt deserved to get his feelings hurt on occasion, but Lisa had never been intentionally cruel. There was a fine line between hurting someone who needed it and tearing them down. She didn’t want to tear him down. She had to live with the man, and he was a man with so much potential. She’d been wrong when she’d arrived and was paired with him. He was nothing like that first wolf the Maine alpha had tried to pawn on her. Colt may have lacked ambition, but he wasn’t lazy. He’d just been…aimless. Any wolf with his background would have been.
    She could help him find an aim. Their aim.
    She settled onto the backs of his legs and kneaded his ass, like a cat settling down for a nap.
    “I don’t think anyone in my life has ever paid that much attention to my rear end,” he said.
    “It’s nice.” She gave him another swat to his right cheek that made him hiss. “I’m a bit put off by the full-body tan, though.”
    “I’m a werewolf.”
    “One who spends most of his time dressed.”
    “Is that what you think, or what you know?”
    She gave a hard smack to the top of his left thigh that made him chuckle.
    She growled. Chuckling was so not the response she wanted. “Just who’s been seeing you naked?”
    “You jealous?”
    She smacked him again, and the other thigh along with it. No chuckle that time, just a long escape of breath. His cheeks clenched and then released enticingly, so of course he had to jiggle them.
    “I think you’ve got a fetish,” he said.
    “I have a few. And I think you have a mouth that’s going to get you into trouble.”
    “Are you just now figuring that out? Tell me more about those fetishes.”
    “Nah. This isn’t about me. This is about you.” She reached back and spanked him again and again, making an imaginary patchwork of angry red handprints on his ass until his back arched and he gasped.
    She gripped his hips and bent to drag her tongue along the dimples, to kiss the red, tease his seam.
    “Whoa.” He pushed up.
    “Down.”
    He settled into his rest position again, but clenched his ass, as if to keep her roving tongue far away.
    “Afraid you’ll like it?”
    He didn’t answer, so she kneaded some more and reached a hand beneath his body to tickle his sac.
    He hissed and his body tensed between her legs.
    She worked her knees between his thighs and pushed them farther apart to improve her access to his crotch. “You know, we female wolves are discouraged from being sexually provocative because it’s supposed to be our men’s jobs to set the tone and pace of sex.”
    He scoffed. “I’ll take your word for it. You’re the first wolf I’ve fucked, and that’s not a topic that’s come up in the decade or so I’ve been in this pack.”
    “Your first wolf, huh?” She gave him a hard slap on each ass cheek in case he’d forgotten why she was there.
    The corner of his lips pulled up, and when she confirmed it was a grin, not a grimace, she did it again and licked the heated flesh some more.
    “Would you let me do that to you?” he asked.
    “What, spank me?”
    “No. Lick you.”
    “I could talk you through it.”
    “Don’t trust me to figure it out on my own?”
    “I’m just bossy that way. Turns me on to be the one leading the dance. See?” She straddled one of his large thighs and lowered her