Page 38 of Stormbinder King
My face burned.
“No!” I cried.
The prince only fisted his cock for a second and laughed, shoving a pillow under his head.
“You will be.”
“Never,” I hissed bitterly.
But I woke up in a cold sweat, the heat pouring off my body and Ihatedmyself for being his fated mate.
I tried to go back to sleep. But I couldn’t.
All I could smell was Jack. All I could think about was Jack.
And I knew now nothing else could satisfy me.
Gritting my teeth, I slid into bed beside him.
Fucking loathing myself, I kissed his back, sucking his skin into my mouth just for a second, just to taste that sweet nectar of his sweat and scent.
His sleepy chuckle went through me like a knife.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away.”
I wriggled uncomfortably as I put one burning hand on his bicep.
“I—need you,” I moaned, ashamed to finally have to admit my physical necessity for him.
“But I thought you were angry,” he said, his wicked voice rolling over me like honey.
“Please,” I begged. “Just touch me!”
“Louder, Andromeda!” Jack ordered, suddenly pouncing and flipping me on my hands and knees. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to really plead your case here.”
“Please, Jack, please.”
“I don’t know, you weren’t being very sweet to me, were you?”
He stroked his cock up my ass crack and down until I was thrumming with need and denied lust, the slick dripping down my thighs and pooling under my knees.
But he kept his ass on my wet crack until the cum pulsed up my back, and I could have wept,wasweeping, as his cum shot up my back to my neck.
“Stay still. We don’t want to get the bed dirty, do we?”
“Please!” I begged.
“What do you want then?”
“You!”
“But I thought you were mad at me,” he said languidly as the cum dripping around my throat. “I seem to remember that very clearly. You sitting and sulking in a corner like that.”
“I don’t care anymore! I just want you to take me!”
“You don’t care about what? Why, I thought you said you’d never want me again!”
“I lied, it isn’t true!”
