Dex’s hand slid down my neck, his fingers trailing over the skin of my throat and chest before he moved his palm lower and cupped one of my breasts. His other arm stayed banded around my back, holding me still while he thumbed my nipple through my thin shirt. I shivered and thought good. I preferred him like this—debauched and pushy and domineering. It was easier to remember why I hated the four of them. It was easier to remember that he was a predator, and I was prey. I couldn’t let myself forget that.
Now, if only his touch didn’t feel so damn good, I might be able to fight his debauched attention more valiantly.
“What if you don’t want the bond that will form when we claim you,” he mused, circling the pad of his thumb over my nipple, his touch pushing warmth into my belly that was far too pleasant for my liking. “It’s possible you could resist for a while. It could be months before the emotions and connection to us take hold. But would that stop us from ravishing you? Taking you to our bed and making you cry out in ecstasy over and over? No, Aleria. It would not.”
He hooked his thumb under the neckline of my dress and pulled, tugging it down and exposing my bare breast to the cool air. I made to shove him away, but he dropped to his knees and pushed me against a thick tree. He was so tall. Even on his knees he barely had to stretch to wrap his lips around my nipple and suck. I clawed at his shoulders, one hand fisting into his hair. He nipped me, biting the bead of my nipple while he yanked the ties of my bodice loose, freeing my other breast. My hands shook as I tried to push him back.
Or was I simply holding tight to keep myself steady?
My knees were trembling, and when Dex’s hands dove under my skirt, I gasped. His palm cracked against my backside, and he gave me a scolding look as he yanked down another pair of hastily sewn panties.
“Zander told you about this,” he scolded, shaking his head and swatting me again. It was disciplinary, but not rough. Not the forceful swat of punishment. Not yet at least. “You remember what he told you would happen if he caught you wearing panties again.”
I swallowed, looking down at him with a cautious expression. “He’s not here to catch me, is he.”
Dex smirked, swatting me harder this time then immediately soothing over the sting. “No, he isn’t, and I tell you what. If you fuck my face like a good girl, I’ll keep this little infraction to myself.”
My eyes narrowed. “Wearing undergarments is an infraction?”
“With how sweet your pussy is it’s practically a sin.”
He sucked my nipple again, never taking his eyes off me. His tongue flicked and swirled until I sucked in a breath, my head falling back against the tree, then I felt him smile as he began to ruck up my skirts. He gripped the panties and ripped them off my hips, spun me around quickly to face the tree, then abruptly pulled my hips back as he lay down. He moved so fast I didn’t have time to protest.
We landed on the ground, Dex on his back and me on top of him. My eyes drifted down the length of his body as I braced on his firm stomach, taking in the muscles of his thighs and calves while he gripped and adjusted me until I was straddled over his chest. But even that wasn’t good enough apparently. He pulled back again, and I gasped, afraid to sit up because I was slightly horrified at the position he’d settled me into. My thighs were spread over his face, his hands locked around my hips to hold me there. Even twisted over my shoulder, I couldn’t see what he was doing, so the first swipe of his tongue against my sex made me cry out in surprise. The second made me suck in a sharp breath.
And then I lost all thought as he pulled me down, his still warm palm slapping my ass when I tried to crawl away. “You can fight all you want later, Aria. Right now, if you want to spare yourself Zander’s belt and his cock before it’s time, I suggest you get to work.” He palmed my cheeks, urging me to grind over his flicking, swirling tongue. “Fuck my face, girl.”
I whimpered, rocking my hips forward and back almost involuntarily, the motion awkward and borderline embarrassing. He adjusted me so my knees were spread wider, pulling me down so his whole face was buried against me, his mouth on my cunt, his nose nudging my entrance. I worried for a second that I might smother him.
My jaw clenched, and I felt desire race through me when he sucked my clit hard, using his teeth then soothing away the slight sting with his tongue. The pleasure I felt was laced with a tinge of anger at how easily he’d subdued me, and how swiftly his demeanor had changed. Gone was the Dex who had held me so sweetly, who pressed his hand to my heart and wanted to take away my pain. In his place was this depraved man holding my legs spread wide, ordering me to fuck his face. He was just as obscene as his partners were, and I was wise not to forget that he had two sides. Both equally deadly.
So why should I care if he drowned in my wetness? What concern should I have if I smothered him with my thighs? He wanted this. He all but demanded it, and when I braced on his belly and pushed my ass back to grind myself harder on his tongue, he groaned like the deviant he was.
“Mmm, that’s it, girl. Keep going. Ride my tongue.”
I closed my eyes and did what he asked, fucking his face and his extended tongue with slow rolls of my hips until the sensation of him licking and moaning against me coaxed a cry out of my throat. I caught the sound in my palm, shocked by my own audacity. What I was doing was wanton and lustful, but it wasn’t my idea. I couldn’t be blamed for this, and if he forced out my cries and we attracted an animal or something worse, it would be his fault. He was flat on his back, completely supine while I sat atop him, any chance of him spotting danger gone because all his attention was between my legs. Again, I’d not brought any weapons out with me. I’d trusted Dex to defend us if something went awry.
Which would be hard in his position.
But that fear didn’t stop me as I rocked my hips, arching my spine, fisting his tunic then his trousers as I bent forward, overwhelmed by the onslaught of ecstasy. Dex kept hold of me, lifting his head to spear me with his tongue before he replaced it with his fingers.
“That’s it, Aria. Don’t fight it. Use me like I’m going to use you, because I will use you. I’ll lick, and suck, and fuck you whenever I please once we claim you. And you’ll come every time. Just like you’re going to come now, aren’t you? So close…”
I was panting, whimpering as he sucked my clit, rocking my hips back to push his fingers inside me. I gasped when he began to press a single finger against my backside, teasing the entrance there.
But I didn’t stop. I chased the pleasure, the heat in my belly spreading through my limbs, drawing out another moan that I buried against Dex’s thigh. The orgasm crested, then faded away when he slipped that worrying finger into my ass, shocking away the pleasure.
“Oh, gods!”
“More than the gods will catch us if you don’t stay quiet. As much as I like your moans, Aria, we need to keep your voice down.”
His hand left my thigh and came down to unfasten his trousers, shoving them down to free his rigid cock. It bobbed into my face, and the dryness in my mouth faded fast when I breathed in his heady, masculine scent.
“Put that mouth to use, sweet girl. Suck me.”
Dex strained to reach my head, his fingers brushing my shoulders to coax me down. When I hesitated, he sat up slightly, keeping my pussy in his face as he pushed my head toward his cock. He held me there as he began to thrust, bending his legs to brace against the ground and pump into my mouth. I gripped his trouser-clad thighs, knowing I should push him away.
But I didn’t fight. I let him fuck my face like he’d ordered me to fuck his.