Page 50 of Moonlit Choosing Ritual

All at once, I heard a jeep screeching to a halt in front of the house. His scent wafted in the air and I paled. “Talon’s here,” I rasped. The moment those words came out of my mouth, the door banged open and his large body engulfed the frame. Talon’s muscles were bulging in anger. He looked feral, with a murderous look in his eyes. Jackie cowered, hiding behind me. Kirk bowed to him, wincing.

“What are you doing here, wife?” he asked, emphasizing the word wife. His face was stone cold, but his eyes had a storm raging in them.

“I came to see Jackie,” I breathed.

“Come then,” he commanded me. I couldn’t help but follow. I looked back at Kirk, silently glaring at him to convey that he better keep Jackie happy. But I felt Talon’s hand on the back of my neck. His fingers dug into my flesh brutally as he guided me to the car. And only once I was inside, strapped and caged, did he get in the driver’s seat and zip us back to the mansion. Before I could even get out, he was there, his hand again on the back of my neck possessively, angrily, forcing me to the bedroom. Once we were there, he closed the door, and in a sharp voice said, “Are you pining for Kirk? Have you forgotten that you’re mine?” He took a menacing step toward me like a predator on a hunt. “You’ll always be mine, Kimble. Remember that. If anyone tries to come between us, I’ll kill them with no remorse.”

“I’m not pining for Kirk,” I retorted.

“Then why the fuck were you with a wolf who wanted to claim you?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.

“Because Jackie called me. She was crying on the phone. She wanted to talk about Kirk,” I replied.

“Oh really? Or did you go to see how lovey-dovey they are and what you’re missing?”

I sensed his jealousy, but it wasn’t right because I had no interest in Kirk. “Talon—”

“I hope you know he had every intention of killing me. That would have made you happy, right? So save your fucking tears for him, Kimble, because I haven’t decided to kill him. Yet!”

Stunned at his sharp words, I couldn’t help myself. I stepped forward and raised my hand to strike him, but he was faster. He grabbed my wrist. I raised my other hand and he grabbed that too. Pinning them above me, he said harshly, “Oh, so you’re going to hit me because you love Kirk?”

“Are you insane?” I shot at him.

In the flash of a second, he hauled me over his shoulder and carried me to the bed.

“Let me go!” I cried.

He tossed me onto the mattress and crawled over me. There was a savageness in his eyes. I scrambled back, but he grabbed my ankles and pulled them toward him. “I know you want me, Kimble. So quit the act.”

I clenched my teeth, because I didn’t want to admit that I wanted him. Badly.

He smirked, and then with the speed of an asp, he ripped my shorts and tossed them to the ground. His eyes fixed on the lacy panties I was wearing, then he tucked his thumb in and tore them like paper. My heart raced like a runaway train, unstoppable and wild when his gaze landed on my glistening sex. “Such a little liar,” he said as he slid his fingers up my thighs to my pussy. He pinned my thighs apart with his legs and my wrists with one hand above my head. He slipped his finger inside me, and I bit my lip hard to stop moaning.

When he circled my core and hit my g-spot, I almost jumped off the bed, but he pinned me. He circled it with abandon as I watched his finger inside me. I could feel my core tightening around him. “You like it, don’t you?” he said in a raspy voice. He added another digit and then another. With three fingers inside, I knew I would explode in seconds. He pumped them, his gaze settling on me. My breath turned ragged as my orgasm neared.

“Oh God!” I breathed.

“Yes, I am your God,” he growled.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I imagined that it was his cock instead of his fingers.

As if understanding what I wanted, he said, “Do you want my cock, baby? Huh? Do you want me to feed it into your pretty little cunt?”

My body was on fire as sensations slammed inside me. His fingers touched my g-spot again, and I couldn’t stop the explosion that shattered me into a million pieces. I screamed as my pussy tightened around his fingers, trying to suck them deeper.

When a semblance of control returned to me, I looked at him with hooded eyes and found him pulling his fingers out of my pussy. He brought them to his mouth and sucked my arousal off as his gaze locked with mine.

With my chest rising and falling, I watched him, spellbound. When he had licked all my cum from his fingers, he lowered himself over me, pressing his hard cock on my belly. He kissed the mark on my neck, making me tremble and squirm beneath him.

My vagina throbbed so hard that I whimpered.

“You want my cock, don’t you?” he smirked. The asshole knew I wanted it. “If you want it—” he lowered his mouth to my ears and whispered, “then you must earn it.”

God damn! My hips bucked of their own volition. He let out a dark chuckle. Then he got up and straddled me. Opening his zipper, he pulled his cock out. His pre-cum beaded the slit and I licked my lips shamelessly. He stroked his cock as he released my wrists to squeeze my cheeks with his other hand. Immediately, my hand flew to his ass where my fingernails dug into his flesh. “Your mouth is so perfect. Your body is perfect and you’re mine even if you don’t believe it. And I fucking cherish what’s mine. Now, open that fucking mouth.”

This time I obeyed.

“Good girl.” He slapped my cheek with his cock and then pushed it past my lips. The moment his cock settled in my mouth, I sucked his pre-cum. My eyes fluttered shut as if that was what I had been waiting for all my life. He thrust into me, fucking my mouth mercilessly, punishing me. I gagged andsputtered, my drool slipping out of my mouth, tears streaming down my cheeks.

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