Page 45 of Defiant
He slowly slides his fingers out while my pussy is still clenching.
“No,” I moan, hardly aware of anything but the red sparkles framing my vision.
But his fingers are quickly replaced with something bigger, hotter, thicker. Black’s dick presses against me, stretching me, readying me, teasing me by sliding in the tiniest bit but not plunging inside. My hands are still wrapped in his hair as he glides his body up, caressing my torso with his before settling those huge arms on either side of me. He’s so tall that he has to arch his back in order to kiss me. He does just that as he leans down and captures my mouth with his. He shoves his tongue in, forcing me to taste myself—at the very same time that he thrusts his dick home. He fucks me both places at once, his tongue with a faster rhythm than his dick, which is far thicker than I’m used to, a bigger stretch and deeper sensation. I end up breaking the kiss to gasp when he bottoms out, his cock tapping my cervix and sending out a bolt of pain-edged pleasure.
“Ohhh fuck,” I breathe. It’s wild and more intense than I’ve ever experienced because I’d never let Jonah fuck me like this. But Black works my body like an expert, drawing back and doing a few shallow thrusts to let me recover and I marvel at how he knows to do that. “You can take it, don’t worry, baby.”
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
One hand slides over and Black’s forearm bears down a little on my chest as he pinches my nipple between his thumb and middle finger gently. “You can. And you will. Now be a good girl for me and take it.” He thrusts deep again and pulls that nipple hard. The painful sensations from above and below connect, like a circuit has been completed, and somehow, when those two pulses join inside, they turn into a bright, blinding light and rapture washes over me … the very edge of an orgasm. I mewl a little.
“Told you. Just wait, princess. It’ll get even better,” he tells me as he drops my breast and lifts himself into a push-up and his pecs become level with my face, the pure muscle of them gleaming in the room light he never bothered to turn off. He fucks me missionary, his hips move faster and faster, treating me to little glimpses of those hard abs when I stare down the length of him. My hands bob overhead, still stuck in his hair as he fucks me so hard I scoot across the soft comforter toward the wooden headboard, feeling helpless, feeling wanton, feeling dominated … and to my utter shock, liking it.
One of Black’s arms catches under my knee, thrusting my leg up toward my chest and changing the sensation, letting his hip bones slam harder into my ass and his dick pounds my cervix. I’m boneless as he rasps, “You’ll go into heat … and then I’ve got something special for you. You’re not only gonna get this big cock…” His hand reaches up and gently untwines mine from his hair then drags it down between us, over my clit, causing my limbs to jerk a little in response. I’m his puppet. He can do anything he wants to me right now. He’s pulling the strings. And it’s pure fucking magic.
He presses my palm to the base of his cock, which is impossibly swollen and thick, thicker than any human male’s cock can get, than any beta male can get, the swollen knot that only alphas can get.
“You’re gonna take something I’ve never given a woman before, Elena. My knot. I’ve never tied myself in before, never wanted to. It’s gonna feel so fucking good when I slide it into your cunt. But you’re gonna have to be a good girl to get it.”
My mind is dazed and that phrase “good girl,” one I’ve always hated, is suddenly so fucking hot that I find myself trying to buck up into Black gently, to feel more of that knot rub against my opening.
“Not yet, baby doll. Go into heat for me and make slick until you’re so damn wet not even towels will soak it up. When that happens, I’m gonna slide this knot right into you and lock in place.” He drags my hand over the knot again, pressing it against me so that it rubs deliciously up and down my swollen pussy lips, gliding up over the hood of my clit, before he keeps talking. “When you’re in heat I’ll fuck you again and again. For days. Little omegas are supposed to come more than ten times a day in a heat, you know. I can’t wait to make you come that much.”
Damn. Part of my mind is caught up in the spell of his dirty words and wants to do anything and everything he’s saying. I shake my head as my fingers travel along the surface of that knot, but it doesn’t seem to end. There’s no way. It’s too wide. And … I don’t want to be tied to him or even think about that right now, I just want a fucking orgasm. “That’s not going to happen.”
Black growls, leaning down so that his face is just above mine and a flash of gold in his eyes tells me he’s on edge too, his wolf right there with him as he takes me. “It’s not only going to happen, baby. You’re going to beg for it.”
His dick skims over my g-spot and argument becomes impossible. I can only breathe quickly, chest heaving, as Black ruts me harder and deeper, that press inside keeping me on edge but not sending me over.
“Goddammit, touch me!” I almost yell in frustration.
He chuckles and refuses. “No baby. Not yet.”
My eyes grow wide and I want to lash him with my tongue. I try to grab his hand and force it to my clit but he pulls away. Not just away. Out.
Asshole.
He wakes me up and starts this whole thing but he’s not even going to get me there? I push up off my back onto my elbows, ready to rage.
Black just smiles when he sees my expression. “On your knees,” he orders.
I’m the one who always gives the orders during sex, and so I’m startled for a moment … apparently too long of a moment, because Black grabs me and flips me over himself, driving back into me before I’ve even gotten my balance. I barely manage to get a hand underneath me before a loud smack and a burst of pain on my ass sends me careening shoulders first into the pillows.
I’m both pissed and turned on at the same damn time because that smack made fire course all the way through my pelvis. “Fucking—”
“Yeah, we’re fucking, baby. And you better watch that mouth. I owe you a lot more spankings, little wolf.”
Black grabs my hips and pumps faster, dirty words spilling from his mouth. “God this ass. So hot. You’re so damned tight. God, yes, do you feel that? Do you feel how perfectly we fit? You were made for my cock. Fuck, you need to come again. Do you hear me? I want your cunt to pulse around me. I want to hear you scream. Get that hand on your clit right now.” One of his hands reaches out and closes over mine on the pillow. He drags it down toward my swollen, sensitive clit. “You play there and I’ll play up here.” His fingers reach up and he tugs at my nipple.
I want to yell at him for ordering me around but his touch… My touch… My eyelashes flutter and my spine turns to butter. I start slowly circling around my overstimulated clit as he fucks harder. When he realizes that I’m not doing exactly as he told me, Black growls into my ear. “I told you totouch that clit.”
He picks me up, dick still inside me, and leans back onto his heels, pulling my back up against his chest so that I’m kneeling on the bed, legs spread on either side of him, like some penitent at an altar. But my arms aren’t spread in supplication, my legs are, and I’m not begging for forgiveness, I’m begging for release.
Black brings his hand back to my nipple and pinches hard as he tilts his head forward over my shoulder. Watching me. Ensuring I do what he says. “Now, play with that clit. Not around it. With it.”
He fucks into me slowly; he can’t get as deep at this angle but the head of his cock drags deliciously over my g-spot with every stroke. My hand goes to my clit and I touch it lightly while his hands maul my breasts without mercy. The contrast of sensations … the sparks caused by his dick, the gentle rub of my fingers, the wild play of his hands … they blend together to create the perfect fusion.
I gasp, not even able to scream as my insides tighten.
