Page 21 of Come for Me
“Did thatmutttouch what belongs to me?”
His fingers rub my cervix, moving between caressing my walls and rubbing my clit. He means to mark and claim me, both outside and in. There will be no question I am his, then. It’s evident he intends to mark my neck with his bite and claim my cunt with his seed.
My wolf is eager to be his.
He sucks the sensitive crevice between my neck and shoulder hard enough to tug the skin, then slurps me up when he unlatches from me, rubbing the juices over my slit.
“You’re so wet.” He continues his taunting circles. “Were you this wet for him?”
My juices lubricate his pursuit of my pleasure and soak his fingers.
Never.
I’m so close. I can’t fight it any longer. It’s too much.
Sensing my intention to come, he increases the speed.
My chest rises and falls as the orgasm builds, breaths uneven and hitched, as I whimper at the need to come.
“Come for me, darling.”
At the sound of his voice, my body tenses in one last attempt to fight against the pleasure. The urge to deny him my release burns in my heart.
Darling. Something so simple and sweet coming from such a demented individual makes it that much hotter.
His lips twitch over my throat as he inserts another finger into my greedy cunt, the pressure against my neck heightening. My resolve shatters in uncontrollable spasms with the curve of his fingers against my g-spot.
“It’s so fucking beautiful seeing you come undone for me,” he growls in my ear.
Body shaking, I come around his fingers. An explosion of fireworks sets me ablaze and radiates heat throughout my body. Inside and out, I’m on fire—the source, my king. My mouth opens in an “O” as I gasp for air. I quickly bite my lip as I attempt to barricade the screams attempting to break free from my lips.
“Let it out. I want to hear you scream.”
Unable to resist his command, a cry of pleasure pours past my lips and echoes through the forest. And his fingers don’t relent as I come down from my climb, mercy seemingly unfamiliar to him. Yet something tells me thisishim being merciless. The potential for his savagery ignites me once more. My body has a mind of its own, rolling like a wanton whore against him. It’s as if my body no longer obeys me and, instead, belongs to him, following his commands.
Despite how sensitive my bud is, my hips tell me to suck it up as they attempt to handle more of his torture. Screams of pleasure and pain from the sensitivity escape my lungs at his continued pursuit. His engorged cock throbs and twitches against my curves, begging to be buried deep inside me, just where he belongs. Slick release glistens down my thighs as he pumps his fingers in and out of my throbbing cunt.
“Rub your clit.”
“Please,” I say as my hands reluctantly move from my stomach down to my sensitive flesh.
I’m helpless to his commands. And I no longer know if I’m begging for my body to resist him or for him to stop.
His words coax like enchanting music that makes my body dance to his every command. My fingertips encircle my clit as I only listen to his hypnotic voice. I’m completely under his spell.
He licks my tears that have fallen onto my collar bone, a low groan from the taste of me vibrating against my skin as his eyes roll back into his head. Lapping up my mating mark, he sends pleasure from his tongue.
I pant as the orgasm rolls through my body, my walls clenching and milking Dax’s fingers as I quicken the circles around my clit. My wolf is begging for more of my mate. I’m a slick mess, wet and needy for every orgasm he can give. I need him inside me, stretching and filling me with his cock, taking me.
“I like the sound you make when you scream for me, darling. I can’t wait to feel those screams when I’m fucking your throat.”
My eyes bug out at his promise.
“You look so fucking beautiful when you cry for me,” he says.
He kisses and nips at my clavicle, but I’m high off his promise to make my throat raw in more ways than one.
I want his taste on my tongue, craving to take him deep in my throat and taste him...Maybe I will.
