Page 20 of Come for Me
I blink the thought away.You can’t want him, I tell myself.
“You begged for his life. So, what I want to know is...” He moves his hand from my face and grabs a fistful of hair.
I gasp at his force, force that should be drawing me away from him but is only making the need inside me stir more. My scalp stings as he tugs and tilts my head toward his.
Glaring at him, I suck in through my teeth.
“Who is he to you?” he says, staring intently, searching my face for answers.
He stalks forward, his voice calm, while his aura screams danger. His massive form crushes me into the cool boulder. Sharp rock protrudes into my back as his touch ignites my skin. He’s impossibly hard, muscles flexing to control his wolf, which is visible with feral power and immense control shimmering under the surface.
Everything about this man screams predator—his gaze, the way his eyes glow when he’s angry, his muscular frame, how he towers over me, not to mention his scent.
The night air taunts my wolf and me. The breeze kisses my skin, cooling my burning flesh and permeating his scent. It’s overwhelming having him so close, as he has lit a fire under my skin, deep in my core, stealing my resolve.
His spiced, leathery scent swirls through my nose and places its mark upon my wolf, who’s dying to bury herself within him, to bask in him until he covers every inch of us. My nipples harden in the chilly breeze, aching for the warmth of his mouth and the roughness of his touch.
I inhale the intoxicating combination as my betraying body pools wetness between my legs. No doubt he can smell what his proximity and dominant nature is doing to me.
I’m reminded of our nakedness when his hardened member presses against my stomach, and I wonder what it would be like to have him thrusting inside me. Desire floods my system as I register his size. He’ll stretch and fill me until pleasure and pain mix into delicious torture. I’ll die, impaled and entirely satisfied, destroyed by his claim devouring my body and soul.
His eyes flash gold at my acknowledgment, expression relaxing from a death stare to a knowing smile. He hums, and it comes out as a soft rumble from his chest. The deep vibrations emanating from his wolf settle into my core and heighten my desire.
Looking into my eyes, he grabs the back of my neck, pulling my ear to his lips as he dips his head. “There are ways I can make you tell me.”
Through his devious grin, his breath tickles my ear, the warmth a stark contrast to the cool breeze. Shivers run down my spine at his promise of endless torture. Moving his hand from my neck, he rubs his thumb over the spot where Caleb’s markshould have been. He seems to wish to erase Caleb’s touch, and I yearn for the same. Sparks of static electricity lick my skin under his caress. Where Caleb induced fire and pain with his touch, King Dax raises insurmountable pleasure within me. Desire and need surge through my senses. My body shivers in anticipation of his next move.
He trails soft, open-mouthed kisses from my jawline to the spot, his canines gently scraping a path between each. His hand travels up to my chest, skimming my curves and squeezing my large breast as he presses into me closer. It spills over his fingers as his thumb and index finger rolls and tweaks my nipples, eliciting moans from my lips. Slipping his touch lower, he palms my ass and lifts me.
He lays another kiss where his mark would be, and I shiver again. Once more, I can feel him smiling at my response. I’m brought to my tiptoes as he takes handfuls of my soft curves, handprints scorching my skin as he crushes between him and the boulder. Urgency and feral desire seeps from him, evident by his fierce touch. Hints of pain from the stone, his canines, and the trail of pleasure from his lingering indulgence dissipate as he floods my system with his evocative fragrance. It’s all too much and not enough. It will never be enough.
I need more of him.
My sex pulses at the need for my mate, and my body lights up with his skillful coaxing and teasing. While my wolf fights for control, pleas and moans escape my lips in mews and gasps as he takes what he wants.
His hand travels down to my throbbing clit and parts my folds. As he spreads me open, his index and middle fingers circle my swollen flesh. They tease, tiny circles increasing in pressure until my breaths hitch at his touch, my hands clawing at his shoulders to steady my shaking legs. I grind against his palm, trying to increase the pressure and speed of his slow strokesagainst my area of need, greed taking over as I try to take more from him.
My back arches to him as I moan. Pleasure builds to undiscovered levels as he continues his steady assault on my bud. A groan of ecstasy escapes my lips, echoing around the clearing, as my drenched pussy begs for release. I can hear how wet he makes me, my juices slickening his fingers, betraying my resolve and resistance.
I’m engrossed and overwhelmed when he sucks on the sensitive spot on my neck. Practically combusting at the feeling, I completely forget what would happen if he marks me. My wolf takes control as his fingers bring me to higher levels of pleasure threatening to shatter my soul.It feels as if it will consume me, as he surely will. But my wolf seeks to dive off the deep end into the arms of her mate. She’s winning, her vibrating presence under my skin ablaze with fire. The carnal pleasure is blinding.
“He’s nobody,” I say, out of breath, the surmounting orgasm rasping my voice.
He pulls his attention away from my neck, fingers still stroking my sensitive clit. Watching me intently as I try to keep it together, he narrows his eyes and cocks his head. His wolf teeters on control, yet caramel eyes meet my own.
“Tell me...” Dax plunges a finger into my wet, needy sex, a smirk forming on his lips. His finger curls inside my inner walls, finding my g-spot, and applies gentle pressure. He coaxes my orgasm higher, his thumb circling my clit with increased pressure, teetering me on the edge. “Do you always bare your neck to nobodies?” he growls into my ear.
I bite my lip to stifle a moan. My nails break skin as I fight against my omission and the orgasm he is threatening to release.No one could withstand his torture.
He chuckles.
Damn him, his skilled fingers, and this stupid mate bond.
“Did you fuck him?” he asks in a calm but accusatory tone.
While I don’t suspect judgment will follow, danger lurks beneath his question. His wolf is speaking to me more than the man is. His wolf is staking his predatory claim over me—his mate—and my body.
As I’m about to tell him to mind his own fucking business, he inserts another finger, stroking the walls of my inner most self, silencing me with his skilled pursuit. Words choke in my throat as the sensations flood my mind.
