Page 59 of Depraved
I growl and jump up onto the bed on my feet, making her bounce as she skitters away with a giggle, her moon-colored eyes brighter than I’ve ever seen them.
I keep prowling after her, letting her have time to hide behind the office chair.
I feint right, loving the way her boobs bounce when she dodges left.
When I lunge for her, she shoves the chair at me and runs back to the bed as if that’s going to save her.
But there’s no saving her from me. I’ve claimed her, and I’m never giving her back.
I toss the chair across the room, ignoring it when it slams into a framed abstract print. That’s the least of the damage I’m going to do to this place right now.
Elena stands on the bed and turns to face me, bringing her hands to cup her breasts. Fuck. Fuck. I try to burn the sight of her right now into my brain so that I’ll remember it forever.
Then I leap.
I scoop her into my arms. But I don’t let her tumble down onto the mattress. No, I keep walking until her back hits the gold embossed wallpaper. Then I let my hands transform into claws and slice through her panties. I take a minute and use the back, furry side of my claw to swipe along her inner thighs. They’re already growing wet with slick.
Fuck.
“Black,” she murmurs my name as she glances up at me from underneath her sooty lashes.
“You liked when I climbed that fucking wall, princess?”
She nods breathlessly. I bring a claw around to grip her ass and pull her up against me so that her core pressed against my length, her thighs splayed wide. Then I extend my other arm and dig into the wallboard, and I pull us up.
“Oh,” she exclaims softly, her breath a puff against my bare chest as I let my feet transform into claws as well. I dig them in to anchor us so that my girl is held suspended, straddling me.
Leaning forward, I capture Elena’s lips. She presses her entire body against me, moaning as she kisses me fiercely back. She wraps my hair around her hand and tugs hard, adding an edge to our foreplay. I press her hard against the wall, caging her in with my body. My hands and feet are spoken for, they can’t move, but my lips roam the column of her neck. I let my human teeth rest right near the mate mark I made on her, dragging them back and forth over it, eliciting tiny little hisses from her as she reaches between us.
Her hand sends sparks shooting along my dick, and my knot swells. She strokes me, the slide of her fingers makes me feel like dynamite. If I don’t fuck her soon, I’m gonna explode.
She wriggles against me, her wet folds sliding up against the base of my cock, teasing me as her fingers keep working my length. Just the feel of that wet heat, the scent of her slick … my mind narrows to one thing and one thing only.
If Thomas Stone tried to come at me right now, I wouldn’t even be able to fight him. Not until I’d fucked the living shit out of my mate.
My little wolf cants her hips and lines me up.
“If you put me in you, you’re taking it all, Elena,” I growl. “I’m not stopping until my knot’s inside you. Not if you beg. Not if you scream.”
“Oh, fuck … yes.” Her response coincides with her hips sliding forward, that pussy surrounding my cock, and gripping it in smooth, wet heat. It’s so good that I barely stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head, but I want to see her expression when I make good on my word and pin her to the wall.
“Move your hand,” my voice lashes out with an alpha command because I’m not going to take the chance she’s playing a game right now. My body is screaming her name, and I’m going to claim her.
Her tiny fingers slide away, and I use my arms to brace myself before I thrust forward, letting that tight perfection between her thighs engulf me.
She groans when my knot presses against her, but I don’t stop. Not even when she clutches at my shoulders, nails digging in.
I dirty talk her to distract her because I’m not waiting another instant. “After I kill this motherfucker, I’m gonna marry you, and then I’m gonna breed you like this every day, princess. I’m going to show up at your nest and fuck you until you can’t walk. My cum is going to drip out of all your little holes, and you’re going to beg me for more.” I push hard, and with a final pop, my knot settles nice and tight just inside her opening.
She moans from the stretch, and I moan from the tightness, opposite sensations caused by the same damn delicious pussy.
I start to move my hips slowly back and forth, planning to build up a rhythm and make my mate go limp and mindless with pleasure.
But Elena uses that hand in my hair to yank on me. “Harder,” she orders.
While alphas don’t normally take orders from omegas, that’s one I’m happy to follow. I slam my hips against her so hard that the wall shakes. I pull back and do it again, plowing into her like a jackhammer, chasing a brutal sort of pleasure for the two of us.
My little omega sometimes needs to be treasured, but sometimes, she just needs to fuck.
