Page 16 of Guarded By the Hellhound
He moves his big body over me, pushing my thighs apart with one leg before his other hand dips between my folds. “Do you like it when I hold you like this?” he whispers in my ear.
I swallow with effort. “Yes,” I say with a husky voice I don’t even recognize as mine.
A gleam appears in his eyes as he wiggles his body between my legs. His grip on my throat is firm, and I’m afraid to move. At the same time, I know he will never ever hurt me, and I shudder when he nips my earlobe.
“Are you wet and ready for me, Katherine?”
“Yes.”
Grinning, he pushes his cock in. Sliding smoothly until he is seated to the hilt.
I moan, pushing my hips up. I can’t help it; it just feels too good.
The movement tightens the grip Raider has on my throat, causing me to shiver all over.
“More,” I moan. He starts thrusting lazily.
“Like this?” he says innocently.
“You know what I mean,” I pant. Barely able to have coherent thoughts, let alone speak a sentence.
“Maybe if you ask nicely?”
The asshole knows I’m not above begging, and if it’s begging he wants, it’s begging he gets.
“Please, Raider. I need your cock, and I need you to fuck me hard. I need to feel your knot pulsing inside of me. Need your cum inside of me.”
He groans and cuts off my words with a claiming kiss. My hands claw at his back, but he releases me and takes my wrists, securing them above my head.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asks. I buck against him in response, making him groan through gritted teeth.
“I guess not…” he says, and then he starts pounding. His rhythm is punishing; deep, hard thrusts aimed to show me who’s in charge. He is dominating me like the alpha he is, and I am loving it. I whimper, moan, beg. Honestly, when I feel his knot pulsing at my entrance, I lose all control. I may or may not have screamed at him to ‘KNOT ME,’ but my thoughts and words are all hazy in my mind. Only the way he makes my body feel is clear to me, and he makes me feel so, so good.
His knot is pulsing inside of me, I feel his cum against my inner walls, making me spasm, and when he pinches my nipple with his free hand, I cum, screaming his name. My orgasm sets off another round of his, making him collapse on top of me. I wrap my arms and legs around him and bask in being surrounded by him.
After a while, he lifts his head, slowly caressing my cheek. “I really, really like it when you beg,” he says with a content smile.
Morning sex turned into lunch sex, and by late afternoon, we are both sated and exhausted. Using Raider as my personal pillow, I fall into a deep sleep.
I wake up coughing.Something isn’t right. I lift my head, but it feels heavy, so heavy, and when I open my eyes, I see why. There is smoke coming into the room from under the door.
“Raider!” I shout out, tugging on his shoulder to wake him up. “THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!”
He immediately jolts awake. “How, why didn’t I wake?”
“Doesn’t matter, we have to get out of here!” I cry. We areboth naked, and even though we don’t have much time, I quickly pull on yesterday’s discarded yoga pants and a dirty sweater.
I open the curtains and lift the window to get some fresh air.
“We need to jump,” Raider growls behind me, but I look back and shake my head.
“No, no, we can’t,” I cry, tears streaming down my cheek. “You might live, but it’s way too high for me.”
“You can,” he says. “It’s the second story. You’ll probably break a bone or two, but you’ll be okay. And I can catch you!”
I look towards the door again. The smoke is pitch black. We don’t appear to have a choice.
Before I can tell him, though, a loud cracking sound comes from below us, and Raider yanks me back just before the side of the house collapses, and flames flare up high.
