Page 31 of Come for Me
Dax stops kissing my neck, sensing I’m no longer mentally present. Hovering inches above my face, he studies me carefully. Confused as to what took me away from the moment, he follows my gaze’s direction. It doesn’t take him but a second for him to catch on and looks back to me with a knowing grin.
“Eyes on her,” he says.
His men shift their focus to us.
His warning from before echoes in my mind.Make no mistake, I will make this whole kingdom watch you submit to me if there is any confusion as to who you belong to.
Goose bumps dot my skin as their eyes travel to my body, creating heat within me. Their gaze roams over my curves as he caresses my mound and exposes me to their observation.My hands flex, the desire to cover myself fighting with the excitement stirring in my veins.Their attention thrills my wolf, knowing I’m desirable and an object of envy for my mate.
It’s intoxicating having Dax above me, touching me as they look. It emboldens me.
Smiling, I lick my lips as Dax’s hands roam over me, caressing my curves for their viewing under my shirt. It feels as if I’m bare before them, my hips grinding wildly against his cock.
I can sense their longing and desire to join. To use me to fulfill their sexual frustration.To fuck a queen.I know his men can smell the arousal pooling between my legs.
Dax hums in approval before kissing my neck to my chest. My sadistic mate appreciates the torture I’m able to elicit among his men.
The thin fabric of my shirt is torn away as he pins me to his desk.
Cool air greets me as Dax sits up. I groan at the loss of his touch. He grips my thighs, his fingers leaving indentations as he pulls my hips to the edge of the wooden surface. The zipper cages his member in a striking coolness against my hot mound excited by his manhandling. He leans forward, and the friction increases against my clit as I grind.
His frame covers my stomach, revealing my breasts to the guards. The thrill hardens my nipples as he spreads my thighs wider with his, exposing me to his men.
His lips trail to my nipple, biting and pulling. Clasped between his teeth is my hardened nipple, his hand pinching the other. A moan escapes from me, and my back arches off his desk. I let out a hiss from the pain, the wood cool and hard against my shoulder blades.
His hands firmly travel up my breasts, as he watches them rise and fall with my every breath. Dax’s hands spread my arms wide, sliding up my limbs before spreading me open and leavingme helpless beneath him. My hands stretch open, mimicking the motion of a cat’s paws before they make biscuits into a blanket, then ball into a fist as he squeezes my wrists, pinning me down again.
The hard surface is unyielding under his hold. Glimmers of mischief in his eyes dare me to move, yet he commands me to obey with a smirk. His movements increase pressure on my clit and awaken my sex, resulting in my juices gathering the fabric stretched over his lap. I could come just from grinding against him like this.
The guards’ presence, their gaze on my body, and their enjoyment in my pleasure, are edging me closer toward release. My hips have a mind of their own as they grind against his cock, moans escaping from my lips as I ride the edge of my orgasm.
I’m getting so close, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. Our show alone could do me in. He blesses me with more pressure to grind against by pressing deeper into me.
“Dax!” I gasp, my inner walls clenching.
He sucks in his teeth as I grip him. “You don’t know how long we’ve waited for you.”
His hand curves around my neck as he holds me still. He squeezes my throat, and my mouth forms an “O” with the sudden loss of air. Standing over me, he watches me as I writhe against his desk. He steps back, his cock leaving my mound, cool air caressing my scorching pussy. I whimper at the loss of his heat and pressure. As I reach new levels of frustration, my hips wiggle to return the stimulation.
A sadistic grin forms on his face, tilting his head as he watches my face constrict. He’s basking in my struggle. His hard cock is evidence.
“Fuck y—”
He tightens his grip, snatching my speech from me, then slaps my pussy lips. The sting tingles as his hand retracts, then another comes down on my clit before he clutches my mound.
I hiss from the pain, frustration heightening as he gives mesomethingyet not enough of it.
He clearly didn’t like me disrespecting him in front of his men. I note this for later—for when I choose to use this to anger him.
“You don’t want to do that, darling,” he coos.
Fuck. I forgot about his telepathic predictions.
“Not when this can feel so . . . damn . . . good.”
As he finishes his sentence, his middle and ring finger find my opening, and they spread my lips, baring myself to his view. His fingers enter me and massage my inner walls, pressing the button inside. Leaning down, he nips at my lower abdomen, trailing bites and kisses down to my clit, then takes the swollen bud into his mouth.
His digits press against my g-spot, building my orgasm with his thrusts as he fucks me with his fingers. His tongue laps at my clit, circling the hardening bud, building my orgasm to maddening heights. His lips suck on it, the sensation too intense and driving me over the edge.
