Page 71 of Cursed by Death

I struggled to push myself off of the door but he placed a hand in the middle of my back and held me firmly in place. “Get the fuck off of me,” I hissed at him angrily, wishing I could lash out at him to hurt him in some kind of way.

No matter how hard I pushed at the door, Rally didn’t budge even an inch and his hand stayed firmly in place. It was a very rude wake up call. No matter how much I practiced with my knives I would never have the brute strength some of the supernatural beings possessed.

I would never be any true match for someone like Rally if I was without my weapons on me.

His hand slid down my back and over the curve of my ass. My breath caught in my throat as he fingered the edge of my nightie. I should have gone to bed in sweatpants and a hoodie. I didn’t own any sweatpants.

“Rally,” I whispered, my voice full of warning.

I was afraid of him touching me. I was afraid of what it would do to me, what it would unleash from inside of me. I had been trying so hard to keep my desires and urges under control. This was going to destroy all of my hard fought efforts.

“Quiet, mate,” he growled, making me shiver and causing my nipples to harden. He ran his lips across my bare shoulder. “The time for talking is over. I don’t want to hear anything else you have to say. All I want to hear come out of your mouth for the rest of the night are the sweet sounds I’m sure you make when you cum.”

My breath hitched as he slipped his hand under my nightie. He grabbed my panties and jerked, my body jerking as well with the force of it. There was a ripping sound and I knew my panties were toast.

“Did you just rip my underwear off of me like some kind of barbarian?”

He chuckled, the sound low and deep in his throat, and seductively sensual. “No, baby, not a barbarian. Just an animal.”

He lifted up the hem of my nightie and my bare ass was exposed to him. Before I could even think to ask him what the hell he thought he was possibly doing his hand landed sharply on my right ass cheek, making a startled sound come out of my mouth.

“Did… did you just spank me? I’m not some naughty little girl that you can—”

My voice cut off, my words coming to a sudden halt, as the palm of his hand came down on my ass cheek again. I yelped as I tried to push myself away from the door so I could turn aroundand face him but I couldn’t move. He held me firmly in place and kneaded the now sore flesh. I didn’t know if he was attempting to soothe the pain and lessen the sting or if he was simply trying to fondle me after spanking me.

“This is what happens to naughty brats,” he murmured huskily. “They get punished. You have to learn what it means to be my mate, to be the mate of a Prince. Until you get it figured out I’m okay with teaching you a lesson every time you need one. In fact, I’m actually enjoying it immensely. Your ass looks fucking beautiful with my mark on it. It makes my dick hard just looking at it.”

I was losing my mind because his words were turning me on and I couldn’t help but rub my thighs together.

He pressed his nose to my throat and I heard his breath hitch as he inhaled my scent there. “I can smell you, you know. I can smell the sweet scent of your arousal. Your cunt smells divine and I plan on wearing your scent all over me like a brand.”

His hand left my ass, sliding around my hip and dipped down. Using his foot, he pushed my legs apart and the palm of his hand rested on my pubic bone. His fingers curled in until he held the most private of places on my body literally in the palm of his hand.

His fingers slid through my slick wetness and he groaned when he felt the physical proof of my arousal. I knew his enhanced senses allowed him to smell it but knowing he was feeling the actual physical response my body had to him was extremely different.

I moaned as I thrust my hips forward, urging him to touch me how I wanted and not just hold me there, teasing me without actually teasing me. It was so frustrating and I wanted more.

“Rally,” I said in a breathless rush that most likely would embarrass me when I thought back on this moment later. It was close to begging and I never did that.

“Don’t worry, I'm going to give you everything you need.”

I wanted to argue that I didn’t need anything. I wanted things but I’d survive without them. I kept my damn mouth shut because I wanted to see how far he was going to take things tonight. Also, it really hurt nothing to continue allowing him to live in the land of delulu. He seemed happy to be there, for the moment.

I moaned and all thoughts fled my mind as he slid two of his fingers inside of me. He circled my clit with his thumb as his fingers pumped inside of me at a fast pace. There was nothing slow or sweet about this, which I could absolutely appreciate and did.

I rode his fingers, my hips surging forward to meet every thrust of his fingers.

My breath was coming in heavy pants as my orgasm grew closer and closer. My head tipped back, landing on Rally’s shoulder, as my mouth opened in a silent whimper.

His fingers curled inside of me and I came. Hard. My legs felt like jello and I placed my hands on the door, almost clawing it in an attempt to hold myself up.

Rally snarled, the sound entirely animalistic, as he pulled his fingers out of me. I cried out at the sudden loss of him, feeling entirely too empty now. I could feel my wet arousal coating the inside of my thighs.

Rally grabbed a hold of the back of my nightie. It made a ripping noise as it was torn in half right down the middle. He pulled on the front of it and dragged it down my arms. I let it fall to the floor in a ruined mess at my feet.

He thrust his cock forward between my wet folds, coating it in my fluids. I gasped and shivered as the head of his cock brushed over my clit.

He growled, the sound sending goosebumps all over my flesh, as he notched his cock at the entrance to my pussy. Hepushed his cock inside of me as he pushed my head against the door with my cheek pressed up against it.

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