Page 44 of Depraved
My alpha turns to me, and his expression is unreadable. His coffee-colored eyes stare me down until my throat tightens.
“You tell me why.”
Fuck. No. That is exactly what I didn’t want him to say. My eyes drop to my lap and knot my shaking fingers. I breathe deeply, trying to calm down my restless nerves as I feel shame wash over me. He cut immediately to the heart of the matter. Instead of letting me batter him with my rage, he’s turned it inward.
I’m not that different from Mason.
I might not have made a deal with the devil, but I still have been operating from a place of fear rather than trust.
My answer is little more than a whisper. “Because I should come to you when something goes wrong.”
I glance back up, feeling hesitant, all the fire in me extinguished. But Black’s eyes blaze. His right hand reaches out, and he presses a button. With a soft buzz, the separator between the driver’s seat and our section lifts, masking us from view.
The second the divider is up, I whip off my seatbelt and crawl over onto his lap. I need him to hold me the way he did after the bomb, comfort me.
He gives off a soft purr and I press harder against him, turning so my chest presses right up to his so that vibration can pour through me. But the purr does more than just comfort me.
My nipples pebble and my breath catches as heat gathers in my lower belly.
Black widens his legs, not saying a word. But the tension builds between us, a type of tension I’m now very familiar with. I know exactly what he wants. Normally, he takes it from me. Normally, I fight. But right now, the enormity of what just happened has whittled me down.
I hold his gaze as I slowly drop down to the floor of the car and settle myself on my knees. I find myself eager to taste him, to make that purr become a growl, to fuck away all these other shaky emotions inside of me.
I lick my lips when he unzips the front of his white suit pants and fishes himself out. He’s already hard. I can see the bulge of his knot through the fabric, and my mouth waters.
“Say it again,” he orders, though he doesn’t put any alpha command into his words. He wants me to say it of my own volition.
I let my fingers wrap around his hot length and glance up at him from underneath my lashes. “I should come to you.”
His hand closes over mine, and he sets a fast pace, sliding up and down his cock, gripping tighter than I ever would have dared.
“You should come to me for what?” he growls as the scent of his arousal makes my wolf whine with need.
I hesitate. I’m not sure exactly what wording he wants. I’m slightly distracted by the smooth slide of his skin, the heat of him, by the way my own nipples are beading under my dress. “When I’m scared?” I try.
He rips my hands from his cock and, less than a second later, he’s dragging me up onto his lap so that I straddle him. I squeal in surprise, but he focuses on settling my knees in place, rucking up my skirt, and dragging down my panties until they’re tight and stretched out along my thighs.
He takes a moment to stare at my pussy, where slick has already started to gather. My body is ready for him without any foreplay at all; just the fierce look in his alpha eyes now gets me wet.
His index finger hovers over my clit. “What do you come to me for?”
Propped up by my hands on the leather seat cushion, leaning over him, inhaling his scent, absorbing the intensity of those dark eyes—he overwhelms me, and I gasp out, “Everything.”
“Good girl.” His finger smashes down on my clit; he’s rough, pinching and tugging on it as his other fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. He unleashes a contented purr, and that’s my undoing.
Slick forms along my opening, and as soon as my alpha scents it, he sends my hips slamming down on top of his. He isn’t gentle or kind like the other night. No. He’s teaching me a different sort of lesson.
He grips my hips and ass hard as he fucks roughly up into me, and I hold onto the seat’s back for dear life. But, God, I need this. I need this release after the tension tonight. An outlet where I can take all my feelings and smash them into pieces.
Black pushes into me, reaching down between us and letting his claws extend, ripping apart his pants, shredding them so he can force his knot up inside me. I squeal, but the ache and stretch are so good. Especially when he bites at my nipple through my dress.
I start to lift and lower myself on my knees, riding him, letting the sensation erase everything else that’s been plaguing my mind.
I don’t stop as my thighs start to quake or when slick coats my thighs. I don’t stop after the first orgasm hits me like a high-speed train and then zooms on by. I keep going, needing a deeper, darker sensation to erase everything that just happened.
“Black, I need more,” I whisper.
He groans with desire into my neck, nipping near his mark, and I feel his cock pulse. He likes that idea. His thick finger slides along my thigh, gathering up lubrication, before he circles my rear opening, teasing me.
