Page 54 of The Hidden Falling
“Is that what you think?” he laughs, and I ignore the jealousy I feel at the thought of him with others. “You really think I can’t make you quiver in a mess of need and make you come again and again?”
“That’s exactly what I think. If you’re not up to it, I’ll do it myself.” I move my hands down my stomach, my fingers grazing his cock as my hands reach my pussy. He snarls, taking my wrists and slamming them down above my head.
“You don’t get to give yourself an orgasm, little wolf,” he rumbles. “Not unless it comes from me.”
“Fuck you, asshole. You don’t get to decide that.” I buck beneath him, glaring at him when he doesn’t move an inch.
“Oh, I fucking do,” he mocks, watching my struggles with a smirk on his face.
“Can you even give someone an orgasm?” I taunt him some more after I slump down into the furs when I realize he isn’t moving.
He squeezes my wrists in his hands. “Are you questioning my ability to please a female in bed?”
“Of course, I am,” I laugh mockingly, earning a scowl from him. I start wriggling beneath him again to get him off of me. I ache. I need release, and this asshole is stopping me. “Get the fuck off of me!” I shout. “If you’re not going to fuck me, then I’ll find someone else to–”
He pulls back and slams inside of me in one, brutal thrust. I scream, my back bowing as he fills me completely, my body tensing with the burn of it. His snarl is terrifying, his dominance powerful as he unleashes it on me at full force. My pussy squeezes him as he thrusts into me at a punishing pace. My moans are loud as my body is finally getting what it needs. He releases his hold on my wrists and my hands land on his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he pulls out nearly all the way before slamming into me again, laughing as I whimper from pain and pleasure.
“What’s wrong, little wolf? Too much?” It is too much, but not enough at the same time. He leans back on his haunches and grabs hold of my hips in a tight grip. He smirks at me as he holds me still while he fucks me. Hard. A groan tears from me, and I wrap my legs around him as he picks up his pace. “So. Fucking. Tight,” he growls the words out with each shove of his hips. My core clenches, and I can feel more wetness coating his cock, making it easy for him to push inside of me again and again. The sound of skin slapping on skin with my moans and his groans just takes me higher and higher. My world narrowing down to the feel of him moving inside of me, to the pleasure he’s giving me.
He lets go of my hips suddenly and comes back over me, his forearms on either side of my head and we both groan at the feeling of him entering deeper inside of me. I claw at his back, my legs tightening around him as he bites at my neck. His thrusts become harder, my moans louder, and I sink my nails into him as my orgasm hits me fast and hard. My back arches, my toes curl and his mouth lands on mine, swallowing my scream, claiming it for himself as he fucks me through it before releasing my mouth.
“Your pussy is strangling my cock,” he groans, his teeth clamping down on my shoulder. I whimper in pain, digging my fingers in harder. He growls, his pace picking up before he slams into me one more time before stilling. “Fuck.” Heat floods me as he comes, his essence coating my insides as his teeth dig further into me while his hips still move with small, shallow thrusts.
We still, breathing heavily and my body shakes with tremors. I release my hands from his shoulders and drop my legs from around his waist, letting them fall to the sides. He releases his teeth from my shoulder and slowly brings his head back to look at me. His eyes are now a light green, his features soft before he suddenly snarls. I frown, shoving at his shoulders, wanting him away from me as I realize what we just did. How could I be so fucking stupid?
He grips my throat, getting in my face, and my pussy floods with more need around him, causing his now soft cock to twitch inside of me. “We found one good thing about you,” he says, a look of disgust crossing over his features. “Your pussy is worth something, at least.”
My gaze hardens, my own hand moving to grip his throat, and I feel his fingers twitching. “It’s a good thing you have a cock Darius, because without it, all you would be is a walking, talking asshole.”
“You think you can play with me and win?” he asks, his head tilting as I’m unable to stop the rock of my hips. He starts to harden inside me.
“I know I can.” He brings me up into a sitting position, his cock moving inside me as he does. I moan, and he grunts before he pulls out of me and spins me around until I’m on my hands and knees. His warmth comes up behind me before his hand lands on the back of my neck, pinning my head into the furs. I growl as he parts my legs with his own, and I feel his cum leaking out of me, running down my thighs. He growls, gathering it with the head of his cock before he circles my entrance.
“Let’s see how well you play, little wolf,” he groans before slamming back inside me.
Twenty Nine
Rhea
“Fuck,”Dariusgroans,thrustingback into my already tender flesh.
He kneels behind me, his hand on my throat and an arm around my front to hold me against his chest as drives into me. I moan, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts, our sweaty skin sliding together as I bring my hands up to hold on to the sides of his neck. His hand moves across my chest, squeezing my breast and playing with my nipple, making my breath hitch. My orgasm builds, my pussy clenching around him as my movement speeds up. He leaves my breast and skims his hand down until he reaches my clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive bud that causes me to buck against him.
“Already there, little wolf?” he taunts, nipping at my shoulder. His fingers tighten around my throat as he tilts my head back to rest on his shoulder.
“Yes,” I whimper, as he nuzzles my neck, his breathing heavy. Those far too skillful fingers of his speed up over my clit, his thrusts coming faster, and I can’t hold it off. I shatter. My fingers dig into his neck, my back arching as my pussy spasms around him. He holds me in place, growling in satisfaction as the hand pressing against my pussy keeps me still as he fills me with his cum.
I slump back against him, moaning with little aftershocks while his hand moves lazily down to my entrance, feeling where he’s inside of me. He guides me forward by my throat until the side of my face hits the furs beneath us, and my exhausted body melts into them. He pulls out slowly, then gets up and walks toward the water. I watch him though half lidded eyes, feeling his cum drip out of me as he ducks his head under a flow of water. I follow that flow, watch it travel over his back where my scratches are along with his tattoos that mirror the ones on his torso, down and over his sculpted ass to the back of his thighs.
It really is unfair that he has a body like that, but I can’t help preening at the marks I’ve left on his body. Something about them satisfies me in a way I haven’t felt before.
“Your heat is nearly over,” he states as he turns and walks back over to me. I hum and roll on my side away from him, too exhausted to hold a conversation.
We’ve been fucking and fighting for three days. The marks on my body show as much, just like mine on him. I have bite marks on my shoulders, chest and inner thighs. I also have no doubt his handprints are bruised on my throat and hips where he’s gripped me as he drove into me. I squirm a little at the reminder. It’s been a haze after the first time we fucked. The memories are blurry, but there is no doubt from the soreness of my pussy that we fucked. A lot.
Fingers trail up the back of my thighs before lifting the one on top slightly. He freezes, and I feel his stare on my center, on his cum staining my thighs. A low sound escapes him before he drops my leg abruptly. I groan as the sudden movement, pain shooting through me.
“Oww,” I grumble.
