her. It was fucking terrifying to be so aroused and overpowered.
“Let me go,” she growled, fighting her arousal, her beast… him.
He seemed almost more lost in the experience then she was. “I’m dying to coax more sweet cream from your cunt, until you get just how good I can make you feel.” He groaned the words out. “I’m torturing myself more, by wanting to know what your come smells like. When you let me touch you, I’ll rub my face and chest in it and wear your scent as I claim your body.”
Her eyes widened, and she nearly came from his heated words alone. What did he mean, when she let him touch her? That was the second time he’d acted as if she really had a choice, even pinned against the wall. Why the tease, the torment?
She narrowed her eyes and panted out the accusation in her mind. “Is this some sort of game for you?”
“If it’s a game, you’re winning.” He let out a self-deprecating laugh.
“Explain what the hell this is.”
He pulled his power back and ran a shaking hand over his face while she ached to have it back. He’d taken her too far to stop. What the hell was wrong with her that she wanted him to continue? She was still restrained and left without release.
“You’re my mate. What we’re experiencing is the start of the frenzy. I underestimated just how out of control I’d get; my beast is at the edge, snapping for me to claim you. Your damned scent is a fucking drug, and I deserve a damned medal for keeping my hands off of you.” He shook his head and frowned, which made her believe he really was holding on by a thread. “My scent is doing the same to you, but when we touch, it starts for real. Any caress of skin will send us over, set it off. You’ll hurt without me fucking you.” He blew out a breath. “I’m giving you a choice now to hold off until you know me or to tell me to claim you now,” he growled. “The second you let me touch you, you’re mine. I’ll have you any way I want you, with my tongue, my hands, my cock buried deep inside that wet pussy. I’ll give you so much pleasure we’ll both be consumed by it.”
She moaned before she could stop it. “But if you do what you were doing, that doesn’t happen?” She needed to come, desperately, but the bastard didn’t deserve any pleasure. He’d tortured her, teased her, and was trying to get her to agree to something she didn’t fully understand. His eyes darkened and his breath sawed out as a wide, pained grin filled his beautiful face.
“You can finish what you started without touching me?” she confirmed in as hard a voice as she could. Her words came out less harsh than husky. He’d left her a wreck, and he needed to fix it. Coherent thought was getting harder and harder, but she knew one thing, if he didn’t finish her, she would lose her mind, she would demand he take her. What did she have to lose in calling his bluff? If he touched her, it was over, but he’d said it was her choice, this was his test.
His eyes lowered. “You want me to make you come without touching you, princess?” He growled when she nodded sharply. It was insane, but she just didn’t care. Would he truly get her off without taking his own pleasure? She would see if he was lying.
“Or let me free and I’ll do it myself,” she said through a clenched jaw. It wouldn’t take more than a few strokes.
“Fuck. I’d love to see your fingers working that wet pussy, but I get to make you come this time.” He groaned and braced his hands on either side of her arms as he leaned into her. His power slid over her nipples and pussy at the same time. His warm breath fanned over her cheek, her ear, then down her neck, sending tingles all over her skin. So close, but not touching as she writhed helplessly against the wall, striving for the release she craved. She had to come before she crawled out of her skin. She cried out as he pushed her further than she’d ever tormented herself.
“I can’t wait to have
“Let me go,” she growled, fighting her arousal, her beast… him.
He seemed almost more lost in the experience then she was. “I’m dying to coax more sweet cream from your cunt, until you get just how good I can make you feel.” He groaned the words out. “I’m torturing myself more, by wanting to know what your come smells like. When you let me touch you, I’ll rub my face and chest in it and wear your scent as I claim your body.”
Her eyes widened, and she nearly came from his heated words alone. What did he mean, when she let him touch her? That was the second time he’d acted as if she really had a choice, even pinned against the wall. Why the tease, the torment?
She narrowed her eyes and panted out the accusation in her mind. “Is this some sort of game for you?”
“If it’s a game, you’re winning.” He let out a self-deprecating laugh.
“Explain what the hell this is.”
He pulled his power back and ran a shaking hand over his face while she ached to have it back. He’d taken her too far to stop. What the hell was wrong with her that she wanted him to continue? She was still restrained and left without release.
“You’re my mate. What we’re experiencing is the start of the frenzy. I underestimated just how out of control I’d get; my beast is at the edge, snapping for me to claim you. Your damned scent is a fucking drug, and I deserve a damned medal for keeping my hands off of you.” He shook his head and frowned, which made her believe he really was holding on by a thread. “My scent is doing the same to you, but when we touch, it starts for real. Any caress of skin will send us over, set it off. You’ll hurt without me fucking you.” He blew out a breath. “I’m giving you a choice now to hold off until you know me or to tell me to claim you now,” he growled. “The second you let me touch you, you’re mine. I’ll have you any way I want you, with my tongue, my hands, my cock buried deep inside that wet pussy. I’ll give you so much pleasure we’ll both be consumed by it.”
She moaned before she could stop it. “But if you do what you were doing, that doesn’t happen?” She needed to come, desperately, but the bastard didn’t deserve any pleasure. He’d tortured her, teased her, and was trying to get her to agree to something she didn’t fully understand. His eyes darkened and his breath sawed out as a wide, pained grin filled his beautiful face.
“You can finish what you started without touching me?” she confirmed in as hard a voice as she could. Her words came out less harsh than husky. He’d left her a wreck, and he needed to fix it. Coherent thought was getting harder and harder, but she knew one thing, if he didn’t finish her, she would lose her mind, she would demand he take her. What did she have to lose in calling his bluff? If he touched her, it was over, but he’d said it was her choice, this was his test.
His eyes lowered. “You want me to make you come without touching you, princess?” He growled when she nodded sharply. It was insane, but she just didn’t care. Would he truly get her off without taking his own pleasure? She would see if he was lying.
“Or let me free and I’ll do it myself,” she said through a clenched jaw. It wouldn’t take more than a few strokes.
“Fuck. I’d love to see your fingers working that wet pussy, but I get to make you come this time.” He groaned and braced his hands on either side of her arms as he leaned into her. His power slid over her nipples and pussy at the same time. His warm breath fanned over her cheek, her ear, then down her neck, sending tingles all over her skin. So close, but not touching as she writhed helplessly against the wall, striving for the release she craved. She had to come before she crawled out of her skin. She cried out as he pushed her further than she’d ever tormented herself.
“I can’t wait to have
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