Page 32 of Come for Me
Dax’s mouth upturns into a mischievous grin. Despite my delirium, I finally find the words to ask why he’s smiling, but the ability to relay them is snatched from me by his rapid lapping to my heady flesh.
Like a roller coaster ride, I explode violently, shouting his name on the way down. I’m panting through every spasm. My skin is hot to the touch. Unclenching my rump, letting my trembling legs slowly part, the orgasm subsides.
I prepare to relax, but I’m met with another uphill climb. Dax continues to draw out my release, draining my body of all coherent thoughts with his tantalizing fingers and tongue.Squeezing my butt cheeks together, I clench my stomach. I want to beg him to stop, but my desperate whine makes for an unconvincing plea.
Dax doesn’t stop, and I come undone once more. My voice bounces off his study’s walls, the whole kingdom hearing their “future queen’s” cries. I lie on the desk, out of breath and unable to form a coherent thought. The only thing I can make out is the pop Dax’s mouth makes as he unlatches from my throbbing clit.
He grumbles, licking his fingers and lips clean.
Leaning in close, Dax mutters, “They can smell your submission.” He nips at my ear, and heat rushes to my cheeks. “Stand up.”
I’m in too much of a euphoric haze to argue. It’s like he’s created a drug, and I can only continue to feel this way under his allowance. Intoxicated and drunk off my ass, my body hums under his command. The craving creeps in again, and I’ll do anything for my next fix.
Dax steps to the side of the desk, ensuring he’s blocking the view of my swollen pussy. I stand on shaky legs, my feet carrying me.
I search his face, questioning where he wants me. Even when fully exposed, he finds a way to keep a part of me only to himself. Onlyhecan see me this way.
Fisting my hair, he leans in close, clenching his jaw. “They can watch you come for me, but they don’t get to see what’s mine. This”—he grasps my tender flesh, growling—“ismine.” His lips crash into mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, and I’m gasping for air in between lip-lock.
“On your knees for me, darling,” he says, easing me to the cold floor. “I want them to watch how good you take me.”
His words are a deadly promise for me and an order for his men in the study.
Dax stares down at me, parting my bottom lip with his thumb. My hips wiggle, adjusting my knees to the hard floor.
He strips his clothes, his girth no less impressive than he. Wetting and biting my lips, I watch him stalk forward. He presses his erection against my lips, encouraging them to open wider. The flat of my tongue laps at the salty, delicious precum, and it retreats as I moan.
“Don’t tease me, darling.” He flexes, causing his length to twitch and bob.
Pressing an emboldened kiss to the tip of his dick, I slide the bulb of his cock past my lips. My mouth stretches wide, taking in his expansive girth.
“Fuck, Alaina.”
Taking him deeply, I bob my head along his length, stroking his shaft with my tongue. As I elicit grunts from his lips, Dax meets my movement with frantic pumping of his hips, eager for more. I match his rhythm, increasing my pace, gagging when his head reaches the back of my throat. His size forces tears to well in my eyes.
Peering up at him, I feel my ego soar at my ability to coax such music from the king of werewolves himself.
Dax meets my stare, and a grunt followed by a shudder leads his seed spasming down my throat.
“Good girl,” he says, wiping a tear from my cheek.
My pussy quenches at his praise, and it is then I know my soul no longer belongs to me. I say a quick prayer to the Moon Goddess. Surely, drinking the devil’s sin doesn’t come without consequences.
He grasps my arms, pulling me to my feet. Dax moves to the side with his leather chair, pulling me into him and lifting me to the desk once more. He pulls me closer to him by my ass, giving him deeper access to suck on my neck.
Feet shuffle in behind me, and I try to look over my shoulder to see what’s happening. Dax buries his face into the space between my breasts, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over. I glimpse blonde hair and a masculine build before Dax clasps the back of my head with a growl, demanding my attention with a devouring kiss.
“Eyes on me.”
A throat clears, but Dax ignores the intrusion with loud pants, switching from the assault of my lips to my jawline and sucking on my neck.
I exhale a whimper.
His need to consume me has me forgetting someone was trying to get our attention until the interruption occurs again.
Someone clears their throat. Still sucking at the spot on my neck where my mark would go, Dax feels around his desk until he finds what he’s looking for, then chucks it at whoever it is, a solid object clattering against the wall.
The man is insistent on Dax’s attention, and I am in no mood to share him. Dax’s hand pumps his cock at my entrance, gearing up to enter me.
