Page 23 of Come and Get Me
I didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow, as a lot of shit was going down, but I was going to stand by Deacon every step of the way.
He put his hands on my thighs and started to massage my flesh through my jeans. “I always want more power, baby. It’s the only way to ensure that the other Alphas don’t decide to attack me and take what’s mine.”
“By taking what they have first?” I asked.
He nodded. “Exactly.”
“You’re going to make enemies by not showing up with the others tomorrow to attack Josef,” I pointed out.
“What do I care about making enemies of them if I solidify a trusting friendship with Théoden?”
“So, you don’t care about getting Josef’s territory anymore?” I moaned as his fingers started inching closer to my cock.
He shook his head. “I know when I’m fighting a losing battle. Josef and Théoden will be forever linked through Dante. What if Josef decides he wants us out of the way and wants my territory since we’re closest to him? What if Théoden agrees? See, I can’t allow that to happen. If I play my cards right, I’ll have an alliance with JosefandThéoden. If I keep playing, the three of us can kill the other Alphas and split their territory.”
Jesus Christ! Was that what he was up to? There was no end to his ambition. I was sure after he’d achieved that, he would want even more power. “When is enough ever enough for you, Deacon?”
He shot up from his chair and pushed me back on his desk. “Never!” he growled in my face, then kissed me hard and passionately.
Reluctantly, I broke our kiss and pushed him back. He let me. “Don’t let your greed endanger this pack, mate.”
“I only seek to elevate it. Right now, I’m the weakest because I don’t have a large pack and the other Alphas are older and stronger than I am. It’s only a matter of time before they decide our treaty should be nullified. It’s the nature of wolves, pup. I’m going to make sure my pack rises to the top,” he declared, then he kissed me again.
His lips traveled to my neck, sucking and nibbling, which always drove me fucking crazy. He growled low and I felt my cock pulse harder in my pants. Deacon sat up and grabbed my shirt, ripping it open and sending buttons flying in all directions. He was back on me again, licking, kissing, and sucking my chest and nipples. A month ago, I would have never given myself to a man. I had been a human cop and had only fucked women.
Now, I was a werewolf mated to an Alpha, making me an Alpha in return, and I lived to have his cock inside of me. God, the things I let Deacon do to me would shame the devil and, as much as I tried to deny it in the beginning, I loved every second of it. I wanted him to torture me, to humiliate me and control me. But I still had my own demands. Yeah, I wanted all of those things, but in the privacy of our bedroom or our playroom. Never in front of the pack, and that was a lesson Deacon had to learn.
“What the fuck are you thinking about?” he asked me.
“How much I love you and what you do to me,” I growled.
He grinned, showing off his bad boy dimples and pearly whites that would look better with my cum splashed across them. “I knew you loved everything I did to you, fucking slut.” He stood back and pulled my pants off. My cock popped up since I wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Would you look at that?” Deacon said, then slapped my dick.
“Ow!” I jerked from the pain, but didn’t go soft.
“Do you want to cum tonight?” he asked me.
I nodded. “Only if you want me to,” I said, then licked my lips. I so hoped he’d let me cum. My balls were aching with my pent-up load.
“Is your cunt hungry for my cock?” he asked, then sucked two fingers into his mouth right before he plunged them into my asshole.
“Ahhh fuck! You bastard! You know—”
“Shut your cunty mouth, bitch. This pussy you have belongs to me and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with it. And since you spoke out of turn and rudely so, I’m not going to hold back on your punishment,” he sneered, then rammed his fingers deeper inside me, causing me to arch up on his desk.
I was breathing rapidly and my cock was drooling a pool of precum on my stomach as Deacon fucked me with his fingers. He was watching me the entire time, smirking because he knew I was putty in his hands.
“Holy shit… oh fuck!” I moaned, because damn, his fingers were hitting that spot inside my asshole that could milk the cum from my balls with ease.
“Yeah, that’s it, pup… squirt your milk,” Deacon purred, and I gasped as he pressed on my prostate.
“Ahh, oh god… please… give me your cock,” I begged. His fingers felt great, but his cock hitting that same spot would be fantastic.
“You sure have a lot to say, and I didn’t give you permission to talk, pup,” Deacon said, then he pulled his fingers from my ass, leaving me painfully empty. He grabbed a handful of my dark curls and yanked me up so our faces were nearly aligned. Even though I was sitting on his desk, I was still taller than him because I was a few inches taller than him anyway. He grabbed my chin and stuck his fingers that had been inside my ass into my mouth. “Suck your dirty ass juices off my fingers, bitch.”
I licked his fingers, tasting my scent and flavor all over them. Doing so made me even more aroused, and my cock was standing at full attention. I was so close to cumming, even without touching myself.
“Yeah, just like that. Suck my fingers like they’re my cock,” he commanded, and I did as I was told. I sucked and licked his fingers and stroked his hand as if it were his shaft. I was moaning as I gave into Deacon’s demands. Jesus, I was his bitch and I couldn’t get enough of his depravity. He pulled his fingers from my mouth, then shoved me to the floor in front of him. “My balls are full of piss, boy.”
