Page 22 of Hunted

“Take my virginity.”

He chuckled. “You tried to manipulate me. Did you like it when you realized that the founders had manipulated you?”

“It’s not the same,” she objected, renewed spirit sparking in her eyes. “I was trying to get you to do something I know you want to do. Neeva tricked me into risking my life so she could sell me to the highest bidder.”

“You’re right,” he granted. “It was not a good comparison. But the fact remains that you defied me and struck me when I warned you that the consequences would be harsh.”

Her eyes widened and she scrambled off his lap. “You’re not finished, are you? You’re going to do something even more demeaning to me.”

“You left me no choice. If I do not punish you severely, I become the liar you accused me of being.”

Anger flashed through her gaze and she looked around as if searching for an escape. “You’re twisting my words. Using them against me.”

He pushed to his feet, ready to intercept her if she chose to run.

“Where did Tandor go?”

“He’ll return shortly. Come here.”

Her gaze darted around the room, likely looking for something she could use as a weapon. And she was nervously covering her breasts and pussy with her hands.

“I did not give you permission to conceal your body,” he growled out the warning. “Lower your arms.”

“I haven’t accepted you as my mate,” she argued, backing away from him. “You don’t have the authority to treat me like this.”

“The purpose of a courtship is for the males to prove to the female that they are worthy mates.” He stalked toward her, each stride slow yet purposeful. “If a controller cannot control his conduit, he does not deserve her.” He flashed a wolfish grin. “I am determined to show you just how worthy I am.”

He lunged for her, easily dragging her hands away from her body as he pulled her back to the bed. He urged her down onto her back, legs hanging over the side. Pinning her hands above her head with one hand, he used his knees to spread her legs. “Much better.” Their gazes locked as he stroked her breasts, his thumb teasing her nipples. “Is this what you want, sweet little innocent?” He trailed his index finger down the center line of her body, dipping into her navel and then over her mound. He sank between her slick folds and pushed two fingers deep into her tight, virgin pussy. “Are you desperate to have this hole stretched by your mate’s hard cock?”

“No,” she sobbed, turning her face to the side. “I want access to my power and fucking you is the price I must pay.”

He chuckled and drew his fingers nearly out.

She moaned, her muscles tightening needfully around his fingertips.

“I think you need more than that.” He thrust his fingers deep, drawing a cry from her.

“Stop teasing me!” she yelled as she tried to wiggle away from his hand.

He shoved into her again and again. The motion felt like a mini-claiming, possessive and savage.

“Why do you get so wet whenever I spank you?” And she was sopping wet.

“I can’t control my body’s reactions.” She faced him again, glaring up into his eyes. “Is it intentional every time your cock gets hard?”

“The founders twisted your thinking. They taught you to value independence and resent authority. But you are an Altorian conduit.” He continued to finger-fuck her needy core as his gaze bore into hers. “Your body craves my dominance. It needs to be controlled and challenged.” With his fingers buried deep inside her, he found her clit with his thumb and lightly stroked the sensitive bud. “You were not meant to be independent. You were engineered to operate as part of a triad.”

She stared into his eyes as her hips began to rock against his fingers. It was likely she didn’t even realize she was moving so sensually.

“Submit to my authority.” He circled her clit, pressing a little harder as his fingers stretched her inner muscles. “Trust me to give you what you need.”

“I need your cock,” she cried, tears escaping the corners of her eyes. “I need my power.”

He removed both his hands from her body and straightened, wiping his fingers on his pant leg. His expression was stern as he stared down at her. “Our joining is a privilege you have yet to earn.”

An exasperated cry tore from her throat and she covered her face with her hands. “This is so unfair.” She lowered her arms and sat up, drawing her legs together.

“No,” Jobek snapped. “Legs open, arms at your sides. Your body belongs to your mates and this mate enjoys looking at you.”

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