Page 35 of The Wolf's Bullied Pregnant Mate
I had expected Zephyr to go back on his word, to throw his whole might at me the second I released him. But he didn’t—he only pinned my wrists, holding me against his body. Without any barrier of clothes, and the water sliding between us, I pressed closer for his touch.
His skin was warm beneath the water, and as I wrapped my legs around his waist, he held me closer. We surged back up to the surface. I barely gasped for air when his mouth was on mine again.
It was animalistic, rough, demanding the control I had taken from him.
There was something gratifying to me about submitting.
You are more powerful, I told myself.But here, this is where you can let everything go.
And so I did.
“Pin me,” I asked softly, tugging away from Zephyr’s bite on my lower lip. “Pin me and take everything.”
He pulled back, smirking. “Bold request from someone who despises me.”
“Shut up,” I hissed. But then he had my wrists pinned again, and I cried out at the stretch in my shoulders.
“How you stop talking and let me claim what’s mine?” he growled, right next to my ear. “Do you like submitting to a man like me, Adalyn? You could have me bound again in a second, couldn’t you? But you won’t.” He roughly shoved me against the edge of the pool, bending me over it, still keeping my arms together behind my back. “You won’t because you need this, don’t you? You need a way to let it all go.”
The words were mockingly soft and gentle as he caressed down my spine with his free hand, almost tenderly, in a way I nearly argued against.
“What other limits do you have, little witch?” His tongue followed the path his hand had just taken, except he went from my tailbone right up to my neck. I shivered beneath the warm swipe of his tongue. “How much can I ruin you?”
I tried to arch back against his length, muffling my noises in my arm, refusing to let him hear how desperate I was for him—for this again. There was something heady about being slowly taken apart and unraveled by my enemy.
“Go on,” he teased, mouth hot against the back of my neck. “You use your words all pretty when you use your power, don’t you? Why don’t you use themforme this time?”
His hand planted on my lower back, pushing me flush against the stone edge. My upper body draped over the edge of the pool, the pool going up to just under my ass, with the way he had me bent over.
“No limits,” I answered, my voice a whine. The tip of his length brushed between my thighs.
“Good,” he purred. “Good girl.”
I didn’t think I was into that—had never dared let anybody get away with calling me it in any context—but as soon as it rumbled in his low, deep voice, I melted. My body turned boneless as he petted down my spine once again, still shallowly thrusting between my legs but not entering me.
“You said this is a sacred pool?” he asked me, his fingers sliding down to spread my ass cheeks. I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder, finding his eyes dark and on me. Heangled the tip of his length so his next thrust slipped between my cheeks. I muffled a soft noise into the crook of my elbow.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Well—restorative. It's where earth and water connect along the lines of the island that infuses our powers. The water is just water. It’s simply healing for a witch, but there’s nothing overly special about it. It’s more about the placement.”
“Hmm,” he said in thought. “Here’s what I’m going to do.”
He pushed me further so that my breasts scraped against the rough stone, the edge of the pool digging into my hips.
“I’m going to use your thighs,” he said slowly, “and I’m going to see how much you beg for my cock. If you beg nicely, I’ll finish in you. But if you don’t… Well, then, who am I to worry about getting off between your legs, into water.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, but his length slipped right between my thighs again.
I moaned, the full length of him sliding between my folds, only ever brushing the entrance in an angle that would never slip in. He was big enough that he filled my whole heat’s width, the length long enough that even when he pulled back, his tip didn’t quite meet my entrance.
I yearned for it to nudge into me, to claim what I wanted from him.
But I wouldn’t beg. I would not be bent over and beg for my enemy.
“I told you the other night, Adalyn,” Zephyr said, digging his fingers into my hips, no doubt replacing the bruises he’d already littered there last time. “I don’t fuck without hearing begging.”
“I’m not begging,” I answered through gritted teeth, but the response broke into a moan as his tip ran over my clit, and I jerked with the sensation.
“No?” he laughed. “Okay, then.”
It was nonchalant, and I had a foolish idea that he would continue this lazy thrusting between my legs, but he didn’t. He pushed my thighs together, and his hips snapped forward and back, faster and faster, deep, short noises coming out at the friction he gave himself. I whined, scrabbling against the stone, wanting him in me.
