Page 30 of Frenzy
His hands slid up my arms to my face, his strong hands holding my chin still as he sucked at my lips, before tilting my head to the side to lick along my jaw and down my throat. My knees shook as he closed his lips over my pulse point, a low rumbling hum in the back of his throat making me moan loudly and my Beast batter against the walls of her cage.
After an excruciatingly long moment, he moved on to my collarbone. He straightened, and I realized he was still holding the box of pastries.
“What to do with these?” He opened it, pulling out a cupcake with pink frosting, dusted with edible glitter. “Yes, this will do nicely.” He closed the box again, and placed it on top of my head. “Hold this here with both hands.”
I stared at him, his eyes molten with lust. I did as I was told, reaching up to hold both sides of the box sitting on my head.
“Don’t let it drop, Sweetness, or I will have to spank this pretty ass until it is as pink as this frosting. Do you understand?”
My voice was shaky when I said, “Yes, Sir.”
The smile he gave me almost made me drop the box already. “Mmm, that’s my girl.” Wetness flooded between my thighs at his words. I was not ready for the full force of Courtland’s… whatever the hell this was. It was all-consuming.
He tugged the scoop neck of my skater-style dress, making a happy noise when it stretched down under my bra. “Perfect. The damn vampire was correct on one front—you do have the most delicious breasts.” He tugged my bra cups down, making my breasts spill over, and he gave another happy growl. Standing back, he grabbed the cupcake like it was an artist's brush and dragged it down over my heaving chest. He ran it over the soft curve of one breast, swirling it around my nipple and then back up and down to the other. Leaning forward, he swirled his tongue around my nipple, then sucked it firmly into his mouth.
I moaned loudly, the sound echoing down the alley. He popped my nipple from his mouth and then began to run his tongue up my chest, lapping at the frosting trail he’d left behind.
“Mmm, Beta. This is delicious. You should taste it. Open wide.” He peeled back the wrapper and placed the cupcake to my lips. “Take a bite, Sweetness, but not all the way through. This will keep you quiet until we’re finished and I’ve tasted my fill.”
Unconsciously doing what I was told again—because damn it, I didn’t want him to stop—I bit into the cupcake and held it in my mouth. Happy, he returned to licking and sucking the frosting from my skin, until he reached the other nipple.
Finally, he sucked at that nipple too, the sensation shooting straight to my pussy. This time, my moan was muffled by cake as I resisted biting down. I clutched the box on my head with tight fingers, and I was pretty sure it was going to be crushed by the time Courtland was finished.
A huge hand wrapped around my thigh, and he slid his fingers higher, pushing the hem of my dress with it. His mouth didn’t lift from my breast even as he brushed his fingertips under the edge of my underwear. He pulled back slightly, though he seemed mesmerized by my frosting-coated breasts. “Tell me yes.” It was a command, but it was from the man, not the Alpha.
“Myeffff,” I said, in a muffled moan because I had a cupcake stuffed in my mouth, but curling hopefully toward his fingers, willing them to relieve the ache in my clenching core, got the point across.
His fingers brushed my swollen clit and I moaned, biting through the cupcake. It fell from my lips and bounced off Courtland’s head. His lips popped off my breast, and I froze. He uncurled his body slightly so he was looking down at me again, though his fingertip was still absently circling my clit, making my brain and my vision fuzzy.
He leaned forward and kissed me, lapping at the frosting on my lips the way he’d just done my breasts. “Bad girl,” he chastised. “You dropped your gag.”
I swallowed the remainder of the cupcake before I choked to death of raw lust. “Sorry, Sir.”
He growled low. “We are just going to have to go fast and hard, and I’ll make you pay for that later.”
As if to bring home his point, he slammed two fingers inside me, stretching me and making me shout. Removing his fingers again, he clicked his tongue. “Quiet, Beta, or I’ll have to stop.”
I might just die if he did, so I clamped my lips shut and, when he slid his fingers back inside, I rode them in silence. The only sounds in the alleyway were the buzz of ATVs and the faint hum of voices inside the bakery.
Courtland read my body until he was pleasuring it like he’d been mastering it for decades, and when his teeth scraped over that spot on my neck again, I came hard, biting down on my lip to silence the scream that wanted to burst out of my throat. Courtland stroked his way through the pulsing of my orgasm, drawing it out until my knees were shaking so hard, I was pretty sure he was holding me upright like a damn puppet.
He curled his fingers out of me, making me squeak out one more gasp of pleasure. Withdrawing his hand from up my skirt, he held up shining fingers coated in my release, and smirked with satisfaction. Moving my hands—which were still clutching the cake box—down from my head, he opened the lid of the box, pulling out the eclair.
In a movement that was more pornographic than I could imagine, he slid his cum-covered fingers into Dominic’s eclair, the grin of mischief on his face making him look a decade younger. He pulled them back out, licking off the cream.
“Delicious.” Taking the cake box from me, he wrapped an arm around my back, holding me steady. “Let’s go home, shall we? Wouldn’t want the pastries to spoil.” He winked, and I swear, I nearly swooned.
As he ushered me back up the alleyway, I knew I was never going to look at a cupcake the same way again.
18
Dominic
The crowd was roiling, the arena filled with Manix and a smattering of other supernaturals. The vamps and this Convocation chick’s protection detail were dotted around the arena. I’d made Rosa stay home with the kids, and it helped that Courtland gave her responsibility for the babies. Otherwise the crafty little shit would have just stuck them in front of the Playstation and snuck out.
Courtland looked entirely relaxed; his shoulders were loose and he was smiling at Bonnie. Yeah, something had happened between those two yesterday, and it wasn’t just because she came home with flushed cheeks, smelling of sex. And it wasn’t just because my fucking eclair tasted of her.
No, they seemed more at ease in each other's space. They were definitely going to fuck any day now, and I knew that Courtland was holding back due to this stupid fucking fight. I wasn’t sure whether I was annoyed that we had to go through the formalities, or ready to see my Alpha shed some blood. Either way, I wished we could skip the fucking performance, spill some blood and go home already, because my wolf was feeling angsty and it wanted to fight or fuck. Or maybe both.
