Page 3 of My Treasure
He tightened his hold on me, and the firm embrace comforted me, but it wasn’t enough. My cock rubbed against his hot skin, and I bucked my hips, seeking the scorching touch.
“Please…” I whined. What was I asking for?
“My darling,” he murmured, his voice deep, rumbling like a summer storm. “You need me already?”
Need him? How?
When he ran his huge hand over my ass cheeks, I cried out. His caress had me immediately craving more. And he knew. With both hands, he cupped my behind and pulled me to him, smashing my cock against his belly, and he kneaded and stroked, his fingers grazing through the wetness. Entranced, I suckled on his delicious skin.
He rolled us on the bed, and I exclaimed in desperation when he let go of my buttocks.
“Please!”
My legs fell open, and my cock jerked, drooling clear liquid. I kept tilting my hips up, exposing myself in the most blatant way. I could smell my own slick—the heavy scent rose from between my legs, stronger than ever before.
Do you see that? Smell that? What are you doing to me?
A spasm gripped my core, and I wailed. Seeking relief, I lifted my knees to my chest. A small part of me was ashamed, but I couldn’t think clearly enough to restrain myself. My untouched hole was soaked with juices, and I was offering it to a stranger.
Had I gone insane?
Fergus growled, the sound vibrating through me. Hunger and raw passion. Gripping my thigh, he spread my legs wider and paused, staring at my wet crease. I shuddered, wanting to cover myself, but an even stronger spasm hit my insides.
“Help me,” I cried. Legs wide open, I bucked, and another trickle of slick leaked out of me.
He can see how wet I am…
Suddenly, I felt pressure against my closed rim.
His fierce gaze caught mine, and I gasped with a flash of clarity.
I was a virgin—the most fiercely protected virgin in the country. My father had never left me unchaperoned, and I’d never touched an alpha before. And now this stranger was about to take my innocence, enter my body with his cock like only a husband on a wedding night should be allowed. He would take me because I’d pleaded for him to do it.
Yet his features were so familiar, his face so beautiful. And his scent. Had he put a spell on me?
He waited, poised above me, and my body screamed at me to let him in. Oh please, I needed him in me. The pressure increased, and my opening clenched against it just as the hollow pain inside my hole became unbearable.
“Please…” I whispered.
The gold in his eyes flashed, blinding me for a heartbeat.
Snarling, he pushed. The blunt head felt enormous against my slick opening. Just when I thought he couldn’t possibly get it inside me, my muscles yielded, and the massive hardness speared my virgin hole.
My scream hurt my throat.
The sudden invasion seemed to reach everywhere; it shoved my organs out of the way and took over my body. I shook, horrified. What had I done? Had I truly asked—no, begged—for this? His cock cut into me, massive and burning hot, alien, and violent. It was lodged in me, in my raw flesh. He’d rip me apart with it. He’d kill me. I couldn’t want this!
My lower body throbbed around his cock, my legs quivering helplessly. How deep was it? I couldn’t tell. Was I in pain?
Panting harshly, I gazed up at him, too scared to move. He looked fierce, like a predator about to devour his prey, but then his eyes gentled, and he blinked.
“Breathe deeply, my love,” he murmured. “Slow.”
I obeyed.
“There. Breathe with me.”
Another breath. One more… and one more.
