Page 21 of Little Music of Night

“Yes,” she whispered. “You have my consent.”

“To touch you while you sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Naughty girl,” I purred. “Want to know a secret?”

She nodded, but I could hear the flutter of her pulse. I was making her nervous by taking my time with her, and it was turning me on. Well, turning me on even more.

“I’ve seen you masturbate so many times,” I whispered. “And I’ve watched you choke yourself to make yourself come. I know just how twisted you are, angel. I’ve heard your whispers, I’ve watched the way you touch yourself. I’ve watched you pinch your thigh to feel pain with one hand while you rub that perfect clit with your other.”

She started to squirm under me. “You shouldn’t have seen that,” she gasped.

I could feel Erik’s attention sharpening.

I hadn’t told him about those moments I’d caught. No, I’d kept them all to myself.

“I know what kind of pain you like,” I said, keeping my voice at the same low tone. Right now, Iwasa predator and she was my prey. Wriggling and writhing and soon to be begging. “And I know how fucking desperate you’ve been for someone to turn you into their own little pain whore.”

“Fuck you,” she growled, yanking her hands from my hold.

I let her, but otherwise, I didn’t budge. But now, she was pissed and thrown off andwet.So fucking wet between her thighs. I knew if I touched her I’d find her drenched for me.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” I asked. “You asked for this and now that you realize I know what you are, you want to run away.”

She shoved harder against me this time, her nails dragging over my chest hard enough to nearly draw blood. With a snarl,I flipped her over onto her stomach, holding her down as she started to fight against me. My palm collided with her ass cheek and she cried out.

And then her fighting doubled down.

I growled as I managed to wrestle her limbs into place, forcing her legs apart and doing my best to keep them still. She was far stronger than she looked, and that excited me. The scent of her arousal grew stronger and then I caught Erik’s scent, along with the sound of his hand stroking both cocks.

My cock was so hard, it hurt. I grabbed Christy’s wrists and pinned them to her lower back as she growled and yelped and cursed me, furious as I shoved my fingers against her pussy.

“Just like I thought,” I said, my voice hoarse. “You are a little feisty whore, aren’t you? Myprima donnapain slut.”

She yelled as I pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them relentlessly. Vulgar wet sounds filled the room and I heard my mate’s low groan follow.

“Stop,” Christy gasped. “Stop. I want you to stop.”

I hesitated, but she shook her head.

Don’t stop, Erik told me.She has not said red. She does not want you to stop.

I took a moment, but then pushed my fingers deeper. She kicked out with her foot, but missed me. I laughed as she fought harder, her pleas growing louder.

“Don’t touch me,” she cried. “Ihateyou.”

I straddled the backs of her thighs and released her hands, letting her attempt to crawl away. She tried, but between the weight of my body and the way I had her pinned, it was no use. I added a third finger, fucking her pussy with my hand until her voice pitched to a scream.

Her other hole waited for me and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down, running the tip of my tongue around it, rimming her as she kept riding my hand.

“Ohholy fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”That was definitely her real self. There was no pretending. She jerked beneath me in shock, but didn’t ask me to stop.

I prodded her ass with my tongue, groaning as she started to hump my hand.

“Stop,” she cried.

Her voice was breathless and I kept going until she tensed around me, going still and silent for just a couple seconds before her orgasm crashed into her. I felt the gush of her cum around my fingers and drew back, watching her cunt as she clenched around me.