Page 36 of The Wolf's Bullied Pregnant Mate
“For someone who won’t beg for what she wants, you’re sure wet for it,” he groaned. “I can feel your arousal, Adalyn, getting me all messy.”
His length ran back and forth like that, chasing the tightness as I clamped my lips together to keep any of the building pleas slip out.
“Give in,” Zephyr told me. “I know you want to. Submit to me.”
The words were spoken against the shell of my ear, a request that had me shivering in his arms. His cock gave a particularly hard thrust, but, still, I refused.
“Stubborn,” he noted with a laugh. “Even more so than the other night?”
“Shut up,” I spat. His eyes gleamed with torment as he only pulled back and pushed back between my thighs.
“You’re soaked for me, Adalyn. When will you submit?”
Before I could answer, he grabbed my wrists and twisted my arms up and over my head, pinning me. I stretched over the edge of the pool, the tugs on my limbs painful but sending sparks of pleasure through my body at the rough handling. I didn’t wantto be treated as breakable. I wanted him to tear me apart—I wanted to fear him, want him, a passionate combination of the two.
“Do I need to hurt you to get you to submit?” he teased, but I gasped softly, too audible, and he paused.
“I do?”
His laugh was dark and curling.
“Kinky bitch,” he murmured, and the words sent a dark, delicious shiver down my spine. “I love it.”
Then his hand came down on my ass, spanking me, and I choked out a noise. That, paired with the torture of coming so close to having that ache in my heat satisfied, drove me insane. I keened, pushing back, but he roughly shoved my hips forward and landed more slaps on my ass.
“Please,” I whispered out. “I want it—”
“Want what, Adalyn?”
He landed a few spanks in quick succession as if I was his personal toy, laughing.
My face burned as I buried it in my arm.
“Your cock,” I answered quietly.
My voice echoed off the cavern, but Zephyr yanked my hips to his.
“What was that?”
“You heard me.”
“I didn’t—notquite.”
He didn’t relent on his thrusts. They got faster and harder, as if he was nearing his climax. He was hot and hard against my skin, and I wanted it in me.
My resolve was broken when the head of his length caught my entrance, but he pushed himself past once again, not entering me.
“Please,” I gasped, my body tensing. “Please, Zephyr, I want your cock.”
Zephyr’s tongue swept along my shoulder. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
It wasn’t, but he knew exactly what he was doing, pulling me apart like this. I delighted in it. Finally, he grasped my hips once again and slid himself into me without any preparation. The welcoming stretch had me letting out a broken moan, my head lifting from my arm. Our moans echoed off the walls as he bottomed out in me. I clenched around him, gasping. Soon, he had me up with a hand on my hip and the other around my throat.
“You’re going to come when I say you can,” he growled. “Punishment for that shit you pulled earlier.” He paused, biting down on my neck lightly as he rolled into me. “Any safe words?”
“No,” I gasped. “Don’t need one.”
He paused, as if impressed I knew about it.
