Page 12 of Depraved
“But Jonah …”
“He’s not going to wake up. Besides, he’s watched before. He likes it.”
Her resistance fades. After another minute, she mewls quietly, begging.
Fuck. That sound.
I use my free hand and run it across her breasts, enjoying the way she arches her back to get more friction. But I don’t linger. I give her just enough sensation to heighten her senses before sliding my free hand up to the front of her throat. I let my fingers close gently over her skin, placing each finger carefully so that I don’t hurt her. Then I clamp down, just the tiniest bit, just enough to let her know who’s in charge.
She arches even more fiercely, her thigh muscles tightening on the outsides of my legs, her ass circling and trying to grind.
“Mmm, not yet, princess.”
“When?” Her question is barely a puff of air.
I let my hand on her belly start to stroke, making the skin of her gown rub against her flesh. “Soon. Soon. Just relax.”
Her thighs relent and I keep hold of her throat, letting my lips drift over to her ear while my hand on her stomach slowly circles lower. “You’re so beautiful, Elena. So beautiful that I can’t think straight when you’re around. And your sassy little mouth … I hate and love it.” My hand drops to her legs, tracing stripes over the tops of them, enjoying how she tries to twist, as if she can trick my fingers into falling into that gap between her thighs.
My omega wants her orgasm. But she’ll get it when I’m good and ready to give it to her.
Her breath becomes shallow, and I nibble on her earlobe as I release her neck, my fingers gliding to find one stiff nipple and twist it through her gown. Underneath her, my dick strains at my pants.
My wolf growls—he’s as impatient as Elena.
But I want her out of her head and mad with desire before I let her fall apart. I want this orgasm to melt her so that afterward, she can slip into sleep in a pleasant haze. I don’t want my little wolf dreaming about what happened tonight. I want her dreaming about me.
Even in her sleep, I want to protect her.
I start up a steady rhythm tugging on Elena’s nipple as my fingers drift over the sides of her thighs and circle closer to her core. She starts up a steady chant of, “Please, please, please,” that makes my cock twitch.
I inhale deeply a few times, trying to clear my head, but the room is filling with the scent of her arousal, which doesn’t help me at all. I feel my eyes shift for a second and my hips start to thrust into her ass. I wrestle with the beast inside as I drag my nose over Elena’s pulse and then clamp my mouth down on the junction between her neck and shoulder. Sucking hard enough to bruise, I finally find that tiny kernel of self-control I need. That’s when I let my fingers drag over the silk of her panties, that thin panel that separates her drenched core from me. I stroke her through the material, finding that little raised bump that hides her clit and petting it.
Her body immediately tenses and then her thighs start to quake. I unlatch my mouth from her neck and order, “Count your orgasms when they come, Elena.”
She’s already too far gone to answer me. I increase the tempo of the hand that’s playing with her nipple, though I keep the one stroking around her clit nice and steady.
Her head falls back and her hips start to pump into my hand, increasing and decreasing the friction of my touch the way she needs. Seconds later, a moan erupts from her throat. I watch her body tense and tremble.
My little wolf comes prettily for me and as she sags back against me, she murmurs, “One.”
I increase the size of my circles around her clit, giving her a small break. I shift the hand on her nipple over to the opposite side. “Good little omega. But one isn’t quite enough, do you think? I think four is a much better number.”
Her eyes widen and I enjoy her shock, but before she can utter a word, I quickly shove aside her panties and plunge two of my fingers into her sopping slit. She’s soaked with slick, and my fingers slide easily into her wet heat. I pump into her twice, letting my own eyes close and a tiny bit of pre-cum escape the tip of my cock as I recall how it feels to slide into her tightness.
But then I focus again on her. I have one hand in her cunt and the other across her chest, grabbing onto the nipple. “Bounce on my hand,” I order, shoving my fingers in deeper so that my palm rubs against the panel of her panties.
Elena doesn’t have to be told twice. She uses those lithe runner’s legs to lift and lower herself on my lap, quickly establishing a rhythm that has her small breast smacking against my rough palm every time she drops. A slight keening sound erupts from her lips as my omega chases her pleasure. One of her hands comes down to smash against my palm so she can grind harder against it. Her nightdress has ridden up around her waist, caught up underneath both our hands so I have a perfect view of her thong as it dives into her cheeks. Within moments, she’s gasping out, “Two,” as I watch her ass flex and pump.
I bite my lip so hard it bleeds. Hot. So fucking hot.
When she collapses this time, her eyes close and she winces when I slowly pull my fingers out of her. “No more,” she whimpers softly.
“Yes more,” I contradict, because I told her four orgasms.
She moves to shield herself from my hands and I quickly flip her around on my lap until she’s face down. I give her a quick smack on the ass for telling me no. I’m about to stop there and pull her back up, but she moans.
My mind drifts back to my basement and how I spanked her there that first night, not so long ago. I bring my hand down again, watching how her flesh reacts when I spank her. Her skin turns pink and her toes curl. The scent of her slick grows stronger and another tiny mewl escapes her lips. She likes it; she likes it a lot.
