“I would never want to break you, Willow. Why would I ever want to change something so strong and wonderful? I would hurt anyone who did. I simply want you below me. Do you know what I thought of as I chased you these past two days, Willow?”
Don’t answer. Don’t answer.
Curiosity won out.
Breathlessly she said, “What?” Shit. Shouldn’t have asked that.
His hot tongued licked her neck then sucked the skin into his mouth where he pressed his teeth along it, a simple, sexy bite. She shivered beneath him, her flesh still in his mouth.
“I could smell your arousal growing and growing. It’s the most fascinating scent I’ve ever smelled. To know that you’re all mine fills me with so much pride, Willow. Chasing you, winning you, and knowing what I’d get to do to you when I did. All kinds of images poured into me. Are you sure you want to know?” He kissed his way to the other side of her neck and stupidly, easily, she let her head fall to the side so he could.
“Yes,” she said raggedly, thick arousal coating her words. It wasn’t a lie. She was dying to know. She struggled to remember why she was supposed to hate this man. Why this was a really, really bad idea. How could anything bad feel this good though? The molten heat of his body melted her, loosened her muscles into a pliant state. His scent invaded her, blended with hers into something delicious, and his words...fascinated her.
“I wanted to win you, claim you.” Nibbles pressed across her soft neck. “I wanted to order you to your knees where you would suck my cock between your soft lips. A prize for me.”
He punctuated his words by passing a brief kiss across her lips. “I thought of ordering you to strip for me, then make you crawl towards me before you turned and offered yourself to me with your beautiful ass raised into the air.”
His teeth dragged along her rapid pulse then bit down. “I thought of licking your pussy until you were begging me to fuck you and ease the burning ache inside you.” His voice was so deep now, so husky. Willow could no longer tell if he was human or shapeshifting into some other form in his lust. She was far too gone for thought.
Suddenly, wonderfully, there were thick fingers against her bare sex. When? How had he gotten rid of her shorts? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. She just wanted his fingers there. He petted her, stroked her, then thrust inside.
“I thought of what I’d do after I claimed your body. I’ll take you back to my pack, introduce you to the members, then you’ll please me however I wish. I want to wake up next to you then thrust inside while you’re still waking up.” She moaned at his words, at his wet fingers so easily stretching her, easing yet stoking the ache inside her at the same time. She didn’t even fight the hold he kept on her hands, never once did she think to free them.
The way he spoke now wasn’t what he would have done, but what he would do. It was
like an imminent threat and it tightened something inside her like a coiling snake.
“I will take you hard and fast, then come buried inside your sweet pussy. Then I’ll spend the next days preparing your body for me. I will come on your breasts and nipples and then your ass, which you will raise for me when I want it. Perhaps I will take you there too. You’ve never let a man there, I know. I will take you when I choose, against a wall maybe, then send you to your knees to drink from me. Every pack member will know without a doubt whose you are.
You are mine, Willow.”
The thought as if he was doing it to her right now was so potent. His palm rocked against her bud as his fingers moved inside, and then she jerked hard, moaning as hot waves of pleasure exploded inside her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. The thought spun in her mind that he’d just made her come so easily, with some words and fingers. She’d given in so easily.
“I’ll only ask this once. Let me have your body. Submit to me,” he growled against her neck. She shivered hard even as her mind quickly protested.
“No, never.”
He growled in frustration then his weight was off her body. Willow blinked her heavy eyelids in time to see him climbing between her thighs, his lips near her core.
“No, what are you—”
She never finished her question because then his tongue was licking over her wet,
swollen flesh. She cried out sounds she’d never made in her life before. His shoulders kept her thighs pushed open and his big hands reached up to stroke her stomach, then cup her breasts.
Oh, God. There was no build up to this. She was already so on edge already. His tongue tightened her, coiled her skin tighter until she was about to burst. She felt trapped beneath the weight of his arms, the pressure of his flicking, raspy tongue.
His name floated through her mind, almost had her yelling it, but at the last second she bit her tongue to keep from doing so as hot pulsing waves crashed through her. He kept at her, growling against her wet flesh, prolonging the pleasure as the waves trembled through her like a quake. Shaking, shuddering, she was a trembling mass beneath him, completely at his will.
He gave her one last lingering lick then sat up on his knees, a feral look in his eyes.
Willow had no idea what to say, couldn’t even form words when her tongue felt dry as a desert.
“My turn.” Willow’s eyes shot wide as he reached for his pants, opening the button then pulling down the zipper. “Last chance to let me take you now,” he said, rubbing his hand across her flat stomach.
Dazed, she shook her head. He frowned at her in disappointment, then pushed his pants down to his thighs. His cock fell forward, thick and long, wet at the tip. Willow squirmed at the sight as the ache deep within her throbbed hard. His eyes raked over her body as his hand fisted his cock.
“Give me your mouth.” His words were guttural growl.
“No,” she whispered, her wide eyes fastened on the hand as it stroked up and down his length.
“Willow, you will do this for me as payment for what I just did for you.” She shook her head no, but as he climbed up next to her body and cupped her cheek in his hand, she knew she was too curious to deny him. She had to know what he tasted like.
He turned her head to the side as he aimed at her mouth. Willow’s heart thudded so hard in her chest she wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it. He rubbed his cock along the seam of her lips and Willow licked the wet cream he left there. Her eyes popped wide at the taste. It was so masculine, strong, and thick.
“Open for me, beautiful Willow.” And she did.
The hot length of him pushed inside her mouth, flattening her tongue, spreading her wide.
She made a muffled sound of surprise around him and the hand at her cheek gently stroked her jaw. Somehow she managed to relax her jaw at the intrusion and he pushed himself inside on a groan.
It was unlike anything she’d ever done before. His taste made her remember the way she felt as she flew apart by his tongue. It made her want him to push that thick length inside her and see just how high he could make her fly. It also made her wonder how it would feel, how he would taste when he…
“That’s it, baby. This won’t take long. Trust me. I’ve been close to exploding since I caught you.” He worked his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth.
Willow barely heard his words. So focused was she on taking in his taste, his feel, his scent. Her hand came up and fisted his cock. It was wet from her mouth. The skin was baby soft, fiery hot, and made of steel underneath. She tightened her hand around him and heard his breath stutter. Now, this felt good. Making him lose control. She felt powerful and strong like he was at her mercy and not the other way around.
She started pumping her fist. He cursed viciously, grabbed a breast, and started pumping in and out of her mouth faster. He hit the back of her throat a few times and she moaned, startled at the full, overwhelming sensation. She heard him mumble an apology but didn’t care because his breaths were choppy and uneven. His hand tightened on her breast as his cock swelled even bigger in her mouth.