Page 8 of Stolen By the Submarine

“You can, though, little one. You could have all along. Why didn’t you?”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I want your protection. Look at the size of your hands. You killed your way through that crowd and you weren’t even rampaging. If I—”

I pull her head back even further, flip my hand to grip the blade, and trail the hilt of the knife down her exposed throat.

“Are my hands really what you want to focus on right now, little one?” I ask, tilting my hips and brushing my leaking tip on her chin.

Her nostrils flare as she blinks up at me. Fresh tears seep down her temples.

“I thought I just didn’t want to die, but…” she darts her gaze between my eyes, “I think, with you, I…” her lower lip trembles, but she firms her resolve and says, “I might want more.”

I toss the knife onto the bench beside me, wrap my hand around her throat, and pull her up to my lips.

So much more delicious with the taste of my musk lingering on her tongue, I consume every inch of her mouth, needing to own her more than I need my next breath. When I finally pull away, her stiff nipples brush against my chest with every heaving breath we share.

Pain tightens her expression. She fists the front of my shirt. Flowery perfume fills the air and slick trickles down her inner thighs.

I groan, pull her legs around my hips, and settle her on my lap. Her pussy lips pillow the underside of my shaft.

Not enough slick.

If I were a lesser alpha, I might fuck her with only the saliva and seed coating my cock, but I refuse to damage my little angel.

She’s too important. Too perfect. Too precious.

I need her gushing and desperate before I knot her, but I’m no saint. My control only goes so far.

I dive in for an impossibly deeper kiss and lose myself in her sweetness.

Chapter 5

Coral

The hot glide of his cock through my folds detonates mini explosions between my legs. Delicious sensations spread outward from my clit and infect my entire nervous system. A feminine moan fills the air, and jealousy flashes through me until I correlate the vibration in my abused throat with the sound. My jaw, lips, and throat ache from his previous roughness, but the pain is nothing compared to the pulsing in my abdomen.

Drowning in his kiss, I cling to him with all my might, fisting and clawing his shirt until the fabric rips and flesh greets my fingers.

I give back everything he gives me, our tongues dueling and teeth clashing as we each consume the other, but his harsh grip on my breast shocks me into the present.

He squeezes me through the fabric before plucking and twisting my nipple. I whimper and splay my hands over the impressive expanse of his chest, enamored by the sheer size of him and entranced by the play of hard muscles under his scarred flesh. He skims his palm down my side, highlighting my feminine curves with a squeeze of my hip, and sneaks his hand under the hem of my dress.

I gasp as he reaches between our bodies and circles a finger around the sensitive bundle of nerves above my opening. He tilts his hips, rubbing his cock through my folds, and teases either side of my clit, blocking his shaft from stimulating where I want him most. I arch my back and whimper as his hand twists in my hair.

“More?” he murmurs against my lips.

A whine slips from my throat. The sound should embarrass me, but need pounds through my veins. Every cell in my body strives for something I can’t name. Something only he can give me. Something powerful and life changing.

He dips his finger lower. Emptiness plagues my insides. I clench around nothing, making my desperation even worse.

“Are you sure, little angel?”

Blood wells underneath my digits as I claw at his chest.

His chuckle vibrates through me.

Desire squeezes the breath from my lungs as he draws designs along my sex and teases my entrance. I squirm, unable to breathe, and seek his mouth, but he leans away, shifting the hard rod between my legs and bumping my clit.

I ride the waves, but it’s not nearly enough. I need more. So much more.

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