Page 88 of Right Next Door
But he couldn’t do that. Not in front of all these people. Not when he was trying to prove his self-control around his mate. It would undermine his entire argument.
Oh, but he burned. That wild call was there in the back of his mind. Insisting he bend her over, take her neck in his hand, and slam his cock deep. Fuck her until the only thing that sassy mouth could do was sputter and moan helplessly.
But he couldn’t do that.
No matter how much he needed it.
At the same time, he followed her like she had him on a leash. Completely helpless to the power she held over him. A pet for her to guide forward as she moved at her own speed. Knowing without even looking back that he was going to be there, because she knew she controlled him.
He loved that. He loved her confidence. Her sass. Even as he wanted to fuck it out of her, he longed to have her lord it over him. To control and command him. He wanted her to use his face as a throne from which she would command him to do whatever she pleased. And he would do it. Not because she was forcing him, but because he longed to follow her orders.
The conflicting feelings thrilled him as he stalked her through the room. Hunting her down like a beast in a forest of glittering jewels and shimmering silk.
She acted like he wasn’t there. Like she didn't notice. Slowly working her way to the exit where his driver – alerted by the venue staff of their movement towards the exit – was alreadylanding his hover. The door opened automatically, and Misty sat delicately inside before scooching over. Giving him room.
Cornering herself.
He stepped in after, hitting the button to shut the door. It hadn’t finished folding over before he was grabbing her, yanking her onto his lap and kissing her roughly. Shoving his tongue deep into her mouth as she clung to his shoulders. Distantly, he was aware of his pilot raising the privacy divider between their compartments. He would appreciate his professionalism later.
For now, he focused on devouring his defiant female.
“Tell me you’re my mate,” he growled, claws digging into her hips where he clutched her tight.
“I am not,” she growled, biting the side of his muzzle. Pain blossomed there at the delicate skin, but it only fired him up further.
Grabbing the shoulders of her robe, he yanked it down, revealing her breasts. The robe itself was sturdy enough to keep them up without her bra contraption, meaning they were that much easier for him to access. To lick and tease and bite in revenge for her own little pinch of pain. He hooked one of his saber teeth through the hoop going through one of her nipples and pulled.
Misty let out a keening cry, head dropping back. He hooked a claw up through the other ring and did the same on that side as she wiggled and jerked her hips against him. Eyes locked on his. Cheeks darkened, eyes brightened, some of her carefully maintained hair slipping from its bun to fall around her face as her fingers dug into his skin.
“Youaremy mate,” he growled, letting the vibration of his voice run through the ring, through her nipple, into her body, as she panted and trembled.
“I am… not,” she forced out.
He snarled, tossing her aside. Onto her back on the seat. He turned as well, grabbing her legs and shoving them apart. His growl deepened.
His little mate wasn’t wearing any panties. Nothing to cover her below. She had just been walking around, nude from the waist down, slick spreading over her thighs with each step, and hadn’t even said a thing.
She smirked at him now. No doubt feeling victorious by the way he reacted to her.
“You will admit who you are, or you are not allowed to come,” he said, claws running down her thighs.
She smirked. “Do your worst. You’ll break before I do.”
Such a delicious challenge from such a defiant mouth. And Tsok honestly couldn’t say whether she was right or wrong.
But hewouldhear her admit to being his before this night was over. He didn't care if he had to fuck her until his cock was sore and his balls ached.
With an eager snarl, he struck. Immediately, he ran his tongue all the way up from the crack of her ass to the top of her slit. He curled it around that little bundle of nerves and pulled it into his mouth. He was careful with his teeth, applying just a hint of pressure against the skin surrounding that sensitive nub as she squirmed under him.
He focused hard on that pleasure button. Licking and flicking it with his tongue. He couldn’t purse his muzzle like her lips, so he couldn’t suck on it that way. However, he did figure out, with some trial and error, that he could wrap his tongue around it in such a way that he could suckle at it like a kit before their teeth came in.
Which he did. Building her to a quick, violent peak. He suckled and licked until he felt her hands tightening against his sensitiveears. It hurt, but he loved it. He enjoyed feeling how she tensed, her legs shaking so desperately, right before she came.
And just as her taut muscles began to tremble, deep moans working up their throat, he stopped and pulled back.
Misty let out a cry of mixed disbelief and dismay. She tried to lift her hips up off the seat, to chase after him. But when he just pulled back further, chuckling at her eagerness, she instead reached between her legs. Ready to finish herself off.
He grabbed her wrists – first one, then the other. He clasped them together over her belly, keeping her from reaching her own orgasm. Her cries became harsh and angry as her creeping orgasm faded away, escaping her.
