Page 15 of Wicked Court

I can absolutely put a leash on my cock. This time.

I rise despite her protests and lean close to her ear again, my lips able to trace over the shell this time. “You ever had someone bring you to your knees, Elara Wraithwood? Make you beg?”

My hand moves up to pressing against the silk-covered heat between her legs. I brush, testing her moisture with a practiced touch.

She’s damp. So fucking wet that a groan escapes me, low in my throat.

Jesus fuck, I want her.

“Just … leave. Me alone. Please.” Elara’s face tips up to the forest canopy, her jaw clenched, her eyes fluttering open and closed.

Aw, like she’s fighting against her desire for me. How cute.

“You want me to be the one to fuck you into oblivion, don’t you?” I say against her ear once more, my voice a rumble that shakes through both our bodies. “You want the monster to come out, come out, wherever he is…”

I chuckle with a devil’s laugh.

She looks away when our stares clash. Even as her hips arch against my hand.

“Good girl,” I croon and slide a finger underneath the lace of her panties and into her folds, circling slowly and teasingly against her swollen clit. The sound of my gloved finger gliding inside her is almost orgasmic.

I maneuver Elara’s leg up high on my hip and impale her on three of my fingers. A poor substitute for my cock, but one must follow the rules.

Her moans spill into the air between us out as we both rock against each other.

As if her body knows what’s missing, she mewls ever so faintly, “Please…”

In that moment, I’m certain I have the upper hand with this girl. Not that I ever had any doubts.

I pull my fingers out before she can cum, ripping down my fly and pressing my bared cock against her entrance.

I can’t help it. My head tilts up and I groan with need.

She twitches, breathing hard.

“Say it,” I demand, my voice rough, “Say you want my cock inside you.”

Elara’s lids flutter, but she shakes her head slowly, denying even as I feel her trying to burrow my shaft inside her slick pussy.

“Saying no to the bad boy?” I grin, stroking myself, using her pussy juice as lube. “If you’re not asking for it, then beg for it.”

“I’ll never beg for your cock. But I’ll beg for you to p-please...” Her voice is soft and breathy. “Just—walk away.”

“Louder,” I command, but shift my hips up against hers in a hard move that makes her cry out and spread her legs further.

“Please,” she begs now and I can feel her walls clenching around my tip, slurping up my pre-cum, as she comes undone.

“Elara...” I growl, my teeth scraping her neck.

She bucks and moans at the contact.

I lift my face and press my nose into her hair, inhaling deep, catching the scent of spicy vanilla and her need for me.

Damn, I could do this for hours.

But the Court has their own games to play, and I’d best not be caught fucking her before I’ve gleaned any information to bring back to them—unless I want to end up with carved X’s on my back, or worse.

“Fuck,” I hiss against her ear, pulling away with enough force, she stumbles away from the tree. “This isn’t how I expected our first private conversation.”

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