Page 34 of Defiant
Black's eyes dance. "Is that what you call it these days? Stretching? I'll help you stretch, Elena."
I want to spit in his face but he's grabbed my wrist and pulled me in front of him before I can even blink.
We stand at the counter in front of the sinks and I stare into the mirror as he holds me with one arm pinned behind my back, my other hand clutching the towel. The contrast is intense. He's massive compared to me, his skin a rich, ruddy brown against my pale skin. His biceps are three or four times as big as mine, even our eyes are polar opposites … his, a dark chocolate so deep that they almost look black, mine a soft dove gray. We look like we come from different worlds, except for our hair. We both have dark hair. And we’re both stubborn as fuck. That’s where all our common traits end, however, because I will never let myself be an alpha like him. Not ever. I won’t allow myself to be so smugly certain or fucking lock-up total strangers like a psychopath.
“Do I get to leave now?” I bite out gruffly, making Black’s eyes rise to meet mine. His smile spreads slowly and makes me swallow hard because, while it doesn’t look evil, it does look intent—purposeful—and that makes goose bumps pop out along my arms.
“You don’t get to leave. But you do get to come.”
I watch, frozen, when his hand comes up to the top of the white towel I'm clamping against my body.Did he really just say that?
“That’s the worse fucking line I’ve ever heard. Did that actually workback in your day?” I enjoy the way Black’s brow descends at that jab but I quickly change to another more pressing topic. “What happened to psycho shifter?”
“He’s tucked away in bed.”
Rage blinds me for a millisecond. “Hegets a bed?” I try to turn in anger, but Black’s grip is too strong.
“He was attacked by Dark Nights defending you and I had Matthew put you in here for your own protection—”
“I’d be safer anywhere but this house full of insane alphas.” It takes a second before I register the previous part of Black’s statement. “Wait. Defending me? From fucking what?”
Black doesn’t answer and when I look up at his reflection, his eyes have strayed from my face down to the swells of my breasts. His thick fingers close over mine on the towel and he leans down, his neck curving until his lips hover near my ear.
"Elena," he whispers my name and all the fury and annoyance that just filled me seems to evaporate. Maybe they turned to steam because the space between our bodies suddenly feels as hot as a fire.
I step sideways to get away, but he fills the gap quickly and I find myself trapped between the countertop and his body, pressed tighter, the rough planes of muscle press against my back and I can feel them even through the layers of clothing, and well, towel in my case, that separate us. His dick presses firmly against my spine and I inhale sharply, unable to speak, when his hand drifts down to my towel and slowly plucks it out of my fingers.
I … what? What’s happening?
I want to run but I can't. I'm captive … captivated by the way his massive hand slides across my nipple, the rough callouses teasing my sensitive skin, making it harden. His grip moves down and I watch his reflection as he cups my breast, feeling the weight of it, eliciting tiny shivers from me as he drags his thumb over the softness there.
"Get your hands off me," I try to snarl, but he tweaks my nipple and I gasp, erasing any of the harshness in my tone. I call for my wolf, but she’s gone. Long gone. She’s smarter than me. She’s hiding from this alpha predator, while I’m caught up, dazed by hormones or maybe the alpha command in his voice.
"I'll take my hands off," Black replies, dropping my breast roughly so that I feel the full weight of it bouncing, see how hard he's made my nipple. "But then I'm going to have to use my tongue." Immediately, his mouth dives down toward my neck and I watch his teeth sink roughly into the junction of my neck and shoulder.
All thoughts are erased from my mind like it’s a whiteboard as his bite turns on some primal portion of my mind that I didn’t know existed. My toes curl into the tiles and my head automatically arches to give him more access. Black's tongue dances across my skin and I slowly realize he's spelling his name on me.
I try to rile up the fury to call him a caveman but his teeth skim down my spine and liquefy my protests. They come out as soft moans.
I'm not certain what's happening to me, why I'mlettingthis happen. I shouldn't be. I should be shoving him away.He's an alpha, the worst of all alphas. He threw me down here, locked me in…
He purrs as his tongue slides down the curve of my ass, tracing the underside and I shock myself when I find my legs suddenly spread. Some dim part of my mind shouts as if from across the house,I don't like alphas. I don't sleep with alphas.But that voice is muted.Though I fell asleep declaring my eternal hatred for— "Black," I whimper his name when his tongue glides over the back half of my pussy and he gently starts to lap at me.
The sensation is soft and sweet, unlike everything else about him, except for his scent, the scent that swirls around me and settles on my tongue like the most expensive liquor … is that why I'm letting him touch me? Am I drunk on his heady combination of caramel and woodsmoke? Or is it sound? I wonder when he purrs once more and it makes his tongue vibrate gently against my opening.
I blink, dazed, and slide forward until I see my breasts dangling, arching my back so Black can get a better angle. In the mirror, my eyes are heavy-lidded and I look the picture of feminine sensuality. “I still hate you.” I finally manage to breathe out some of my vitriol and feel smug for a second before his tongue stops lapping at me and I want to curse myself for hurling the insult before I got an orgasm. Double stupid.
Black chuckles darkly. “You won’t after I melt your mind, princess.”
He so certain, so arrogant, that I can’t help but grind my teeth. “Doubtful, old man. Alphas are too full of themselves to be good lovers.”
I should have expected the smack to my ass, but I didn’t. I’m surprised by the sting and even more surprised by how turned on I am when I see Black stand, mouth glistening from where he licked me, eyes narrowed in fury on my reflection, anger just as piercing as if I faced him head-on.
“I’m going to enjoy proving you wrong.”
“I’m sorry … did you stop so that you could grab a little blue pill? I don’t understand why we’re talking. Someone half your age wouldn’t—”
Black gives a low growl as he picks me up and stomps from the bathroom. He throws me onto the bed hard and I laugh as I bounce. “Need to go get a ping pong paddle again and spank me? Come on,Alpha, don’t you like a little challenge?” It’s as if there were a dam inside of me that’s suddenly broken loose and angry words are gushing past my lips unrestrained now. And they have absolutely nothing to do with wanting to get out of here. Because suddenly, I don’t necessarily want to run. At least not this second. I want to bring Black Maddox to his knees, get him right on the cusp of an orgasm, and then rip it away. I want to dominate him and make him feel as small as he’s made me feel.
