Page 35 of Defiant
If sex is going to be my weapon, so be it. He’s clearly desperate for it. And I … I lie to myself saying I can maintain a clear head … because the second his body dives on top of mine and his forearms cage in either side of my head I become breathy and light-headed. Black leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, drawing out a spark of pleasure that’s so bright I’m nearly blinded by the burst of red behind my eyelids. He suckles as one of his giant hands slowly caresses down the front of my body, pressing me deeply into the mattress, holding me down, and worshiping me with soft touches at the very same moment.
It’s far too easy for him to control me with touch,I realize, as his thick fingers drag over my sensitive opening. So I retaliate the only way I can, determined to get the most out of this one-night-stand before I leave him high and dry. I yank on Black’s long hair until his mouth pops off of my breast and I lean up, biting his lower lip with all my strength.
His counterattack is vicious. He uses his broad fingers to separate my pussy, stroking gently along the lips until my legs splay open and I can’t resist gasping, releasing my furious bite, though I can taste the tiny metallic tang of blood. Black doesn’t even seem pissed about it, he just grins down at me and his stare grows intense; it burns into me as his fingers continue to trail over my most sensitive spot. Fuck. It feels like sparklers. Tiny sparks, hints of deliciousness. But I want the full goddamned fireworks show.
I try to raise my hips to increases the sensation. but Black’s other hand comes and pins my pelvis in place.
“I’m playing.”
“I don’t want to play.”
“Too bad, little wolf.”
My eyelashes flutter and falling stars flash past my eyes when his finger drags up over my clit. But he doesn’t linger. With a growl, I run one of my hands down my body, ready to finish what he started so that my freakin’ mind will return to normal and I can get the hell out of Dodge.
“NO!” His command is deep and dark as he uses his leg to block my access to my own pussy.
“I was going to stroke your cock,” I lie smoothly.
He chuckles. “Liar.”
“Well, I don’t really think I owe you the truth,kidnapper,” I retort.
“Protector,” he counters. “Do you know what would have happened if those Dark Night scouts would have found you instead?” His smile fades and his look grows somber, his eyes glancing between mine with something indefinable, something akin to regret. We stare, connected by his glance and that unnameable emotion for a second before he breaks the moment and his lips dive for my throat. I expect another bite, another name spelling, something dominant. But his lips trace feather-soft kisses over my pulse and the fingers at my pussy stop their teasing and begin slow figure-eights over my clit.
Oh, this. This is what I needed.
“More,” I tell him. “I like circles better—”
“Elena—” he warns. “This pussy is mine. And I’m going to touch it however I want to touch it. That means if I want to do this—” He spreads my pussy lips apart and gently strokes a slow circle over the entire circumference that makes my blood boil. “Or if I want to do this…” Black trails off as his fingers close slowly over my clit and gently pinches it, then tugs it rhythmically, pulling it over and over again until the ceiling light overhead blurs and my breathing becomes as shallow as the lacy fringe of the sea.
I float away on a cloud of sensation. Bliss takes me to another plane as Black works my body higher and higher into oblivion—into a space where his wrongs don’t seem to matter as much, just for a minute.
When I’m on the edge, my thighs trembling, mouth opening and closing in soft musical moans, he shoves two fingers into me. I erupt with a scream that Black devours when his lips travel back to mine. The white ceiling of the room becomes streaked with black as my vision flickers. I fist the comforter in my hands, distorting the cotton into clouds as fuzzy as my thoughts. The room fills with the scent of me and I grind against Black’s palm, trying to drag out the sensation. He helps me, thrusting in gently but regularly, dragging the pads of his fingers in ways that make me shudder.
When I collapse down against the mattress, I lean my head back against the pillow to catch my breath. Black leans on his side, still fully clothed, slowly removing his fingers from inside me and then bringing them to his lips. He licks them clean as he gives me a very smug alpha look, reminding me exactly why I should have hit him instead of letting him touch me in the first place.
I debate it—the idea of letting my fist fly and catching him off guard is immensely satisfying. But as the alpha who reigns over all the Lobos, he can make my life a living hell … fuck. “I’m going to have to find a new pack,” I say, sitting up in bed, the realization sudden and harsh.
“Whoa. What the fuck?” Black sits up next to me immediately, but I don’t look at him as I stand.
“Thanks for the orgasm, for ruining my life as I know it, and basically being an all-around asshole,” I give him a little nod as I walk, nude, toward the bedroom door. “Here’s to never seeing each other again.” I reach for the handle, counting on the fact that all the clothes that Matthew had brought down in that basket are still in the basement’s rec room and that crazy shifter from earlier is gone.
Black’s hand slams into the door just above my head. I yank on the door anyway, though his full body weight presses into it and the wood doesn’t give an inch, as if it’s as beholden to him as the pack is. When his other hand grabs me and drags me back against him, it isn’t gentle.
“You aren’t fucking going anywhere, Elena. Not now. Not ever. You’re my mate.”
His words rip across me like someone yanking duct tape from my mouth and a harsh laugh spills from my lips. Disbelief, shock, and a resounding hell no reverberate through my bones. “Your mate? Bullshit. Nice try.” I wriggle, trying to escape the prod of his erection. “There is no such fucking thing as a fated mate. Wolves choose their mates. And I sure as hell am not accepting you.”
This time, it’s Black’s laugh that’s dark as it pours into my ear like poison. “Accepting me? No, little princess. You don’t get to accept me. You’re a fucking omega. I’m an alpha. I’m claiming you. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
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Black
My dick ishard as granite, the knot at the base aching as I stare down at Elena, whose breath catches, making those dusky nipples of hers rise slightly and her ass move a tiny bit against my swollen cock. The shifter side of me wants to do nothing more than hold her in place and rut her from behind, fucking up into that soft heat I just felt clamp around my fingers. But the man in me knows that if I do that, she’ll hate me. And while I’m interested in a hate fuck from her … I’m not interested in pure hatred. So instead of grabbing onto her hips, I put my palm on her shoulder and slowly turn her to face me, biting back a need that’s more intense than any I’ve ever felt before.
She looks so small there in front of the door, her shoulder thin enough to fit easily into my palm. Small and delicate. “I told you that a shifter’s reality is ugly. This is yours.” My voice comes out rough and husky instead of understanding like I meant it to … I sound like an asshole instead of someone who sympathizes. Shit. I try again. “When I found out I was an alpha, and not just any alpha but a strong one, my life became a blur of fights. Sometimes … life throws things at you that you don’t expect. Or want. But they are what they are and you have to face them head-on.”
