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His fingers teased my clit once more, edging me closer and closer to orgasm before pulling away once again. I shuddered and cried out, feeling my release rush to the surface and painfully ebb away again.
He lifted me off his knee and deposited me on the bed. I sucked in a breath as my scorched backside rubbed against the soft surface beneath me. Self-consciously, I pressed my thighs together and pulled my legs into my chest, but he shook his head.
“Lie back on your elbows. Spread your thighs and show me just how wet you are for me, baby doll,” he murmured as he stared down at me. I licked my lips and hummed with anxiety, so very reluctant to show him how wet I was. His eyes narrowed just the slightest in warning, and I slowly began to do as he asked, feeling myself flush hotly with shame.
The wider I spread my thighs, the more ashamed and turned on I felt. Even now, I could feel the cool wetness of my arousal on my thighs, a very clear indication of just how much I needed to come right now. I whimpered softly, feeling myself blush more and more with every passing moment. Finally, when my legs were completely open for him, he knelt down and reached for my inner thighs, sliding his thumbs across the rampant wetness that had gathered there. His fingers explored my folds, slipping easily along my moist flesh, and I found myself blushing harder than before.
“So very wet for me,” he murmured.
I wished I could hide my face, my shame.
Bared like this though, there would be no hiding. He could see everything. All of me. And despite everything in me that told me that I should hate this, that this was wrong, and that good girls shouldn’t like these things, I couldn’t. I didn’t hate a single second of it. I just wanted more of it.
Even now, my body burned with pleasure. My pussy throbbed with need, and my freshly punished backside ached with pain. No man had ever taken me and disciplined me for my disobedience. No man had ever been strong enough to handle me when I fought back. Not until him.
He stood up in front of me, and I took a long moment to feast on the sight of him. Hard muscles. Slightly wolfish eyes. Incredible healing abilities. Muscles that looked to be chiseled out of marble. And his cock, so incredibly hard and thick. My pussy clenched just thinking about it pressing inside me.
A small drop of pre-cum dribbled out of the slit at the top, and he gathered it with his thumb. He reached for me and rubbed it over top of my clit. I could feel my clit growing warm in the ensuing seconds. And then it became hotter. And hotter.
I grew more and more wild. It burned like fire, but in a way that was making me even more desperate than before. He took more of his own wetness and rubbed it on my pussy lips, before he pressed his fingers into my very needy entrance.
“What’s happening?” I asked frantically. My pussy was growing so hot. I was so needy. I needed to come so badly, and I needed to do it all over his cock. I wanted it inside me.
“My seed reacts with your skin, little human. It’s preparing your body to take my cock. You’re going to take every last inch of it inside that tight little pussy,” he answered.
“It burns so much,” I keened, shaking with desperation.
“That means it’s working,” he replied, his voice laced with dark excitement.
“It hurts,” I moaned.
“But you like how it feels, don’t you?” he asked, and I moaned hotly in response.
He was right, and he knew it. It burned, but the pain was something else entirely. Tiny flickers of agony quickly transformed into pleasure. Hot, desperately needy pleasure that demanded every single second of my focus. I could think of nothing other than my pussy and how very much I needed to be fucked. How very much I needed to come.
“Please,” I begged. My hips rolled toward him, silently begging him to spear me with his cock.
He leaned over me, his hard shaft pressing against my needy slit. I couldn’t help myself as I rocked my hips back and forth, attempting to rub my clit and make myself come. I wet his cock with my arousal, feeling his heat against mine. He pulled his hips back, and I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance.
He stilled and I cried out, the sound pitiful and forlorn even to my own ears. I tried to press my hips forward, tried to force him to push inside me, but he didn’t budge. After several long moments, it became clear again that he was the one in control. Not me.
And as much as I whined and pleaded, I liked it that way.
“Alaric, please fuck me. Please take me with your cock,” I begged, no longer caring about how shameful the words were that fell from my lips. I needed to come, and I would do whatever it took to get it.
“Do you really want it?” he asked. He dragged the pad of his thumb across my clit, and I shivered, red-hot burning pleasure roaring inside me.
“Yes. Please. Please let me come,” I beseeched him, my voice shaking with need.
“Then it’s going to hurt,” he warned.
“Please,” I begged. I didn’t care if it would hurt. If I was honest with myself, I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to know what it was like.
CHAPTER 3
Kendra
I wanted to come.
