Page 50 of His Claim
“Are you going to beg me to stop?”
“No,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
“Are you going to beg me to fuck you?”
“Also no,” I said proudly.
He pushed two fingers inside of me, stretching me wide. I cried out, my back arching off the wall, but his hand kept me in place, his fingers working in and out of me. I could feel his palm against my clit, rubbing in slow circles as he thrust into me.
“Do you think you can resist me?” he asked in a low, seductive tone.
“I’ll try,” I whimpered as he pushed his fingers deeper into me.
He pulled his hand away from my pussy and out of my pants, leaving me feeling empty. I looked down at his hand and saw that it was covered in myarousal.He dragged his fingers across my cheek, smearing my wetness along my skin. I blushed, feeling ashamed of my own body’s betrayal.
Then he slapped my face, hard enough to make me cry out in surprise. Without missing a beat, he shoved his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to clean them off with my tongue. He pushed them a bit deeper, and I swirled my tongue around his thick digits, tasting my own sweet arousal. Finally, he pulled them out and I drew in a long breath.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said softly, almost lovingly. “And when I do, you’re going to come so many times you’ll forget everything else in the world. You’re going to come so hard you won’t have any choice left but to surrender to your alpha.”
I could feel myself growing wetter as he spoke, and I knew he was right. I wanted him to fuck me, to use me, to make me his.I wanted to feel him inside of me, filling me up, stretching me open.
He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue invading my mouth. I wondered if he could taste the juices he’d made me lick from his fingers, salty and sweet.
He kissed me hard, his teeth scraping against my lip, and then he pulled away. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand, holding me in place against the wall. His other hand slid down my stomach once more, pushing my pants down to my thighs.
I struggled against him, trying to pull my hands away, but he was too strong. I put everything I had into fighting him at that moment, but the strength that the serum had given me was nowhere to be found. It was an incredibly sobering moment when I realized that I was helpless against him and that right now, he could do whatever he pleased with me, and I would have no way to stop him.
He kissed me again, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh, and felt myself growing wetter. He forced his hand between my legs and began to rub my clit in slow, gentle circles. I struggled, trying to break away, but he was too strong.
I couldn’t help but moan. I wanted more, and I hated myself for wanting it.
He stroked me harder, his fingers moving faster. I groaned, my hips pushing against his hand. I needed him to keep going, to make me come.
“That’s right,” he breathed in my ear. “Let yourself go. Don’t fight it. You need this, don’t you?”
I couldn’t reply. All I could do was moan.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck you hard enough that you forget your own name.”
I could feel my orgasm building, and I wanted nothing more than to let him do whatever he wanted with me. He kissed me roughly, his tongue invading my mouth as his fingers plunged deep inside me. I shuddered around him, my body shaking uncontrollably.
I was so close to orgasm that I could practically taste it.
Suddenly, he pulled away from my clit. I cried out in frustration, my hips bucking desperately, searching for any kind of release. But he held me still, his fingers still buried inside of me, his other hand wrapped around my wrists. He stared down at me, his silver eyes blazing with lust and anger. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of me. I whimpered in disappointment, my body still aching for release.
“You’re not going to get to come yet,” he purred, devious and dangerous. “Not until I’m ready to let you.”
He grabbed my chin with fingers wet with my slick and forced me to look up at him.
“Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my hips still rocking, aching for his hand to return.
“What was that?”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, lifting my chin with what defiance I had left.
He nodded and released my chin.
