Page 82 of Come for Me
“But I’m not quite done with you yet.”
“I’m dead. I can’t move,” I pant.
Dax chuckles, kissing my temple as I lie on my side. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
After scooping me up, he places me on all fours again. My head is hanging, exhausted. “I want you to see just how good you look as you take me. What menwishthey could have.”
Dax lifts my head, and my eyes land on the mirror across from the bed, an addition to the room.
Before I can get distracted with mundane, irrelevant thoughts, Dax grips my chin, forcing my eyes to lock with his as he gropes my breasts. A moan escapes me as his skilled hands palm the soft skin, squeezing groans past my swollen lips.
Dax’s hands travel lower, gripping my hips, positioning his cock at my entrance. He snakes his hand around my neck, biting me as he buries himself inside me, slowly pulling me to his base.
Retracting his canines, his lips pepper kisses along my shoulder. He lifts off me, dragging his hands down my back to grip my hips.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
His hand slips between my thighs and rubs my clit as he thrusts into me, chasing yet another orgasm. Dax moans, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me as my pussy clamps around him, his fingers rubbing my bud as his right hand reaches behind his back.
Our eyes lock in the mirror as I grip my breasts, their weight bouncing as he thrusts into me. His devilish grin meets me, sensing what’s coming. My eyes widen as he presses the button on the remote, thrusting his cock up inside me.
I wince, expecting pain to course through my body, yet it sends my pleasure reeling up further.
“I want you to watch yourself as you come around my cock.”
After an hour of my punishment, my eyes have stopped darting to him in hatred, hurt, or defiance and have softened to lust, need, and desire.
My will battles with my wolf’s determination to submit herself to our king, our mate. His control and power over my release crumbles my will to resist and delay the inevitable. My gaze can’t divert from him anymore. No matter how hard I try, my wolf is locked in, presenting herself bare before him to be all he desires.
For once, we are on the same page. Our screams and moans echoes through the castle as I come for him, just as he comes for me.
* * *
In the morning, I’m sore, and my body aches in the best way. A smile forms at the sensory reminders. His arm is draped over my waist possessively, and his hardened member is pressed into my backside. I see his many scars coating his arms that are covered by his dark hair. I follow the arms up to the male they belong to and see him sleeping peacefully.
For a moment, he’s just Dax. So normal. I selfishly take advantage of his vulnerability, to check him out without him knowing. His chiseled jaw, his unfairly long eyelashes—screw men and their long eyelashes that they never appreciate—and his pink lips.
“Darling,” he rumbles. He must’ve felt me move. I look away before he catches me staring at him. “I could feel your eyes on me, little one. Don’t hide from me now.”
I blush and curse at Dax’s supernatural senses.
He moves me and shifts until he’s settled in between my legs, resting his elbows on either side of me as he hovers over my face. Dax rolls his hard member into my core, and I moan at the feeling of hunger and a need for mercy, still sore from our previous encounters.
Even after I crawled for him, he still looks at me like I ensure his world doesn’t succumb to the hilt of a blade instead of a weakbitch who does whatever he says. Our cat-and-mouse dynamic dwindles, and it’s taking more effort for me to deny him than it is for me to give into him. He can see that and growls in approval at me for not fighting him for once.
“I should fuck you more often. You’re less defiant this way,” he teases as he buries his nose in my neck.
“Hey!”
He laughs, and I make a lousy attempt to push him off of me, then wrap my arms around him, giving up.Not that I tried hard to begin with.
“We need to get up.”
“No,” he lets out a muffled groan with his face planted against my neck. Making sure neither of us can get up and face the day, he goes dead weight on me.
“Dax,” I laugh, trying to push him off this time. “Come on, I can’t keep the king from his kingdom.”
He pins my wrists above my head with one hand, then trails the other to my needy clit and looks at me. “I could make you stay in this bed. Making you come over and over again, screaming my name. You’ll be so satisfied and exhausted you’ll succumb to sleep, and just when you’re starting to recover, I’ll have you moaning once more. Never letting you fully come down, I’ll have you in my bed for days, Alaina, making sure I’m to blame for your addiction. I’ll never let you leave.”
