Page 65 of Victorious: Part I

“Mine,” he snarls into my ear. “Say it, or I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t see straight.”

I like this game.

“Never,” I gasp, eyes rolling back. “Do your worst.”

He chuckles, knowing exactly what we’re both doing.

But instantly, he pulls out, taking the pleasure away.

I can play, too, sir!

“Coward,” I hiss.

Wrong move.

Alpha’s nostrils flare, and he reaches out, grabs me by the throat, turns me to face him, then still with his hand on my throat, he lifts me into mid-air. My eyes widen at his strength and the force he’s using as my mouth widens, trying to gasp for air when he shoves me back onto the Chapel table with force. “Keep that mouth open, Little Lamb. I want to hear every. Fucking. Scream,” he states at the same time he thrusts up inside me with guttural force. My head slams back on the table in ecstasy as I fight back a scream he’s desperately seeking.

Oh yeah, this was absolutely the right move!

Alpha thrusts forward deeper, rougher, then viciously slow. His fingers clench deep into my throat, letting only a small amount of oxygen through.

The table groans beneath us.

It wasn’t made for this.

Nothing is.

He bites down on my collarbone hard enough to bruise. His hand curls around my throat, his thumb dragging along my jaw. His breathing quickens, deep growls escaping him as my head spins with the minimal oxygen getting through. But the way he pulses inside me, the shivers racing up and down my spine, the goose bumps pebbling over my skin, and the tightening in my stomach are all leading to one thing—onehellof a climax.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” He clearly senses my impending orgasm as I try to control it.

“Not unless you earn it,” I whimper, clearly breathless.

The smile he gives me is pure violence teamed with insatiable lust.

It almost has me undone on the spot.

When he rapidly drops to his knees without warning, the sudden rush of oxygen as he releases my throat has me gasping. He spreads me wide, then buries his mouth between my legs.

And suddenly, I can’t breathe all over again.

“Oh fuck!” I scream loud enough that I’m sure everyone downstairs knows exactly what’s going on up here.

My back arches off the Chapel table as he continues his assault, his tongue devouring every inch of me, ensuring that I willneverbreathe again. My fingers shoot down, gripping his hair and pulling tight. He moans against me, causing a vibration to roll through me. My entire body trembles, shuddering like a damn earthquake as I pant, fighting so hard for breath that won’t come. My skin flushes with heat so hot I feel like I’m on fire, and nothing could extinguish the flame he’s burning me with.

This is why I’m not scared of fire—it feels so… damn… good!

The pressure builds inside, and my muscles tense while lights dance behind my eyes. My hips rock against his mouth. He flicks his tongue again, and it’s all I need to send me over the edge, exploding into eternal damnation.

I can’t speak as my climax hits me with such force, the only thing I can do is moan dramatically. My body flops to the table like a dead weight.

Alpha chuckles, stands, and wipes his mouth with the back of his forearm while grinning like the devil himself. “Now, say it,” he demands, his voice low and gravelly like he’s only just holding on himself.

Even though I’m still coming down from my high, I sit up on my elbows, smirking at him.

The thing about Alpha and me is when it comes to sex, wenevercooperate.

It’s always a game of wills, and just because he got me off, I amnotgiving in.

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