Page 34 of The Truths We Seek

"I don't think you are." Leaning down closer to my mouth, he places a tender kiss on the swell of my breast before sinking his teeth and sucking deep. It's the exact same thing he did with my clit and it makes my entire body jolt, a cry erupting from between my lips.

"There, now I've shown my alpha—as you like to describe it." Looking down, I see the purplish mark right above the line of my corset and sigh. To be clear, I'm not sure if that sigh is in exasperation or because I'm completely turned on by his show of possession.

I'll say the former but I'm almost convinced it's the latter.

"You're impossible!" I huff out, but secretly, I'm enjoying this little alpha show.

With my ripped fishnets barely hanging on for dear life and my skirt covering half my corset, I look like I've been in a fight with a feral animal. Hunter must see the same thing I see when he decides to rip whatever was left of my nets and pull my skirt off completely.

"Nothing is impossible when it comes to you." His lips slam back against mine, one hand at the back of my head with his fingers curled tight around my strands. The sound of his belt being unfastened and the zipper pulled down invade my senses. My hands roam his neck, his chest, his abs as I pull up his crisp shirt.

Before I can even dig my nails into his toned muscles, Hunter wraps his long, nimble fingers around my wrists and pulls me up to a standing position.

"What if the entire club could see you come for me?" His whispered words make my knees buckle but he's right there catching my potential fall. "What if every single asshole down there could see your face pressed against the glass—mouth drooling as I push two fingers between your teeth?"

We move—well, he practically carries me—to the wall of windows that overlook the bar. Just as he promised, he pushes me against the glass and presses his hard, thick cock between my ass cheeks as he continues whispering in my ear.

"What would they think of you?" Turning my face to the side so only one cheek is pressed and the other is at his mercy, he licks the side of my neck. "Would they say you're a whore? A slut?" Using the fingers he just had in my pussy, he pries my lips open and gags me. "Would the women be jealous knowing you're about to come harder than they could ever imagine?"

Hunter's not expecting an answer. This is him narrating his fantasy and living it out for me. Only for me. Every shocking word out of his mouth only gets me wetter and wetter, my knees weaker and weaker. So much so, he needs his weight against me to keep me upright.

"Do you know what those men would be thinking?" I try to shake my head but it's impossible with the hold he has on me.

Suddenly, I'm turned around and on my knees as he shoves his impossibly hard dick in my mouth and slams right to the back of my throat, making me choke and cough.

"Breathe, Angel. Breathe through your nose for me." I follow his instructions while he just waits for me to catch up to this little plot twist. Once I've regained my senses, he continues his little sex-time story.

"That's my good little angel, sucking on my cock like it's candy." He's hunched over me, one hand on the glass, the other at the back of my head as he fucks my face for his imaginary public. "All those men, they'd be wishing they could have their cocks in your mouth." His thrusts increase, his rhythm a tiny bit more erratic as he talks himself into a frenzy.

"But they can't. They'll never have you. Never taste you. Never know how fucking… fuck!" My mouth is suddenly empty as he pulls away and brings me back to my standing position. I'm pretty sure his imagination was working a little too well but he didn't want to come in my mouth.

Pity, really.

"What's wrong, baby? Is my mouth not good enough for your cum?" Oh, I'm getting sassy tonight.

With a growl that makes my pussy throb with how much I need him, he closes his mouth over mine, tasting himself and me at the same time. He's fucking my mouth again, except this time it's with his tongue. It's not enough for him, I know it's not.

Slamming my chest back against the windows, he bends at the knees just enough to thrust up into my pussy as he snakes his hand up to my throat and turns my head to the side. "Watch me as they watch you." His words are a feral growl and I'm almost coming all over him from his animalistic need of me.

"Then fuck me like you mean it."

Oh shit.

Turning his hand to the perfect angle, he pushes one thumb between my lips and presses it against the row of my bottom teeth as his cock ravages me. In and out he slams so hard I'm afraid I might get a fucking concussion.

I don't fucking care because this orgasm is going to kill me first.

"My little angel. Every. Time. I. Fuck. You." He pauses, his teeth sinking into my collar bone. "I. Fucking. Mean. It."

Just as he utters his last words, two of his fingers push down my throat. His cock finds that perfect little oasis inside my body that ignites every fucking fire in my veins. When his free hand reaches around to my clit and pinches that hard little nub just the way I love it, I scream out around his fingers, come on his cock like a fucking waterfall, and almost fall to the floor from the sheer power of it all.

Except he won't let me. I'm completely pressed up against the windows as spurt after thick spurt, he coats the inside of my cunt with his seed.

His moans are in my ear, his promises that this is the map to the rest of my life ring like a favorite song in my brain.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I cry out, begging for more or less or now and forever. I don't fucking know what I'm saying except that I can't imagine my life any other way.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

---