Page 22 of The Demon's Due
“You’d better learn to obey, love,” he rumbled. “Or I will bind you and edge you for hours without release until you learn the rules.”
Her tight sheath squeezed fiercely around his finger, nerves zinging with every stroke.
Morgan hissed. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He pumped that lone finger in and out, and her hips lifted, greedy for more. He shifted his hand from her throat to her hips, pinning her down as she whimpered. Ashmedai’s hands hadmoved to her full milky breasts, a little rougher than Morgan, squeezing and pinching her pink puckered nipples.
The low, rumbling growl that followed made her whole body jolt-she was on the edge.
Nostrils flared, Morgan sank to his knees at the edge of the bed, broad hands prying her thighs open until the stretch made her whimper. His thumbs spread her swollen folds, his face intent. Then he lowered his head, and with the first lick of his tongue, the air was driven from her lungs.
He feasted. There was no other word for it. His mouth moved hungrily, kissing and licking when she tried to squirm away. His tongue plunged deep, then circled her clit until her body writhed and begged. When he thrust two thick fingers inside and latched onto her clit with his mouth, Síofra shattered. Her climax rushed through her, violent and overwhelming, her cries echoing in the cave.
Morgan lapped at every pulse of her release, groaning as if tasting nectar. When she grew too sensitive, she tried to push him away, but his rumbling growl silenced her resistance. He pinned her wrists easily in one hand and continued, relentless, until a second climax broke over her, leaving her restless for more. It wasn't enough.
“Fucking delicious,” he muttered as he lifted his head, his lips slick with her arousal. His eyes hooded as he inspected her swollen, inflamed pussy. “I’ll need to open you up more.”
He reached for the vial of oil he kept for cooking, unstopping it and trickling the viscous liquid over her sex. Thick fingers thrust back into her, spreading the oil deep.
“Relax for me,” he commanded.
She gasped as two fingers worked inside. It was uncomfortable, achy, but threaded with sharp dark pleasure. Then a third finger stretched her too far, and panic flared. She tried to pull away.
Morgan’s expression darkened. In an instant he flipped her onto her stomach, sharp smacks raining on her bare bottom before plunging two fingers back into her dripping pussy.
Her moans filled the cave, tears streaming as slick leaked from her trembling pussy.
“On your knees. Arse up. Head down. That is how a mate should greet her alpha.”
Trembling, Síofra obeyed, fearing what would come next. His deep purr surprised her, the sound vibrating in her chest, oddly soothing the restlessness in her. His hands skimmed her inflamed cheeks with surprising tenderness. Her long hair was spread out on the mattress in every shade from morning sunshine to autumn. He ran a careful hand through it to pull her towards him.
“You’re beautiful like this, submitting to me” he said against her neck.
“To us” came from the deep vibration within him.
His fingers left her only to slide back between her thighs, petting the swollen lips of her sex. She trembled with confusion-pain and arousal, discipline and desire all tangled together.
“I wanted to take more time to prepare you. But I cannot wait anymore,” groaned Morgan, fisting his cock right up to the swelling knot at the base.
Suddenly he was behind her, the thick crown of his cock sliding between her folds. His grip tightened on her hips as he pressed inside.
“Stop,” she gasped, her body straining to get away from him.
Morgan growled, holding her still. Shallow thrusts teased her, forcing her to adjust. “Push back onto me,” he ordered in a strangled voice..
Her head twisted in confusion, earning another sharp spank. “Do as you’re told.”
Morgan watched as a dark hand slithered along her hips to move along the crease between her cheeks. It collected moisture from around her pussy to tease her puckered rosette before relentlessly gaining entry.
Síofra was so lost in it that she was moaning continuously.
Whimpering, Síofra pushed back, her too-tight body resisting but slowly yielding. Morgan’s hands dug into her pale buttocks, pulling her towards him, until she worked herself on his cock, trembling and gasping.
“Good girl,” he praised darkly. “Take it deeper. Strangle my cock.”
His control slipped as her pussy fluttered around him, her climax building again. He thrust harder, deeper, until he was at the swollen base of his knot. His hand reached around, strumming her clit without mercy.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Come over your mates’s cock.”
