Ana screamed and tried to clamp her legs closed again, but he slapped her thighs hard, making her jump and screech again.
“Stay open,” he demanded, guttural and raspy.
“I’m trying to,” she bit out, glaring at him even as tears formed in her eyes. “Wait, just wait a moment.”
He grunted an answer and pushed in even deeper. She cried out, grabbing onto his arm and digging her nails in as hard as she could. Infuriated, she clawed his arm, and then reached up and slapped him as hard as she could. “I said w—”
He pulled out and slammed into her while she was in mid-sentence.
The pain wasn’t as sharp this time, and even had a tinge of pleasure to it, but Ana was annoyed he was ignoring her like some insignificant gnat. She yelled and slapped him again, but his only response was to fuck her, slamming into her again and again until he’d built up a rhythm.
Ana was so angry, she ignored the jolts of her body and continued to fight him on principle. Somewhere between the second and third slap, she’d seen that his beard had slightly twisted into a smile. Her slaps had no effect whatsoever! The bastard was enjoying her outrage. But when his thrusts increased, she couldn’t maintain her struggle, and that was when everything changed.
A scorching multitude of pleasure and pain overwhelmed her, assaulting every sense and every nerve. The brutality of his thick cock punching into her, reaching so deep inside her, spiraled an exquisite sensation all over her body. With each thrust it strengthened—sharp, raw, and magnificent, woven with a filthy eroticism that made her almost scream with delight. It was so sweet it became almost painful… or was that the other way around? Ana didn’t care to figure it out. The more the Alpha thrust, the stronger it became, until she was seeking it, needing it, desperate for it above anything else. She writhed her hips for him, widened her legs as he slammed her into the bed.
The Alpha dropped over her, leaning on one elbow as he watched her, his hand still fondling her breasts, but Ana barely noticed. The position changed the way he felt inside her—rubbing new parts of her that made her shudder with pleasure. She ran her hands over his chest, appreciating the sight of his bunched muscles and the closeness of his beautiful skin.
When he lowered his hand to her hips and tilted them an inch, she was suddenly tilting on the edge of a precipice—weightless and breathless, falling helplessly into a thunderous chasm of pleasure.
Ana had no idea what happened in those next few savagely blissful moments, only that at some point the Alpha murmured, “Beautiful,” in a deliciously gruff tone that made her stomach tingle.
When she came to her senses, the Alpha was lodged inside her, stretching her wide, their joining tight and painful. Of course, he’d knotted her. A whimper played on her lips, but she swallowed it. She couldn’t process the thought right now; her body was already beginning to ache, and everything felt sticky and uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled to calm herself.
The Alpha moved, and although she had the urge to snarl at him to keep still, she was distracted by his nose brushing her neck again as he scented her. A beam of satisfaction burned so brightly that a vibration developed in her chest that echoed in the back of her throat.
The Alpha rumbled his approval and pressed his lips to the back of her ear. Tucking an arm underneath her, he lay his entire body weight on top of her, smothering her with his body and pressing his knot, the enlarged bulb at the base of his cock, deeper into her. Ana said nothing. Her purr vibrating between them coupled with the security of the Alpha’s weight, settled her deeply. And it was so comforting, she drifted to sleep.
The Alpha didn’t stop fucking her for the next few hours. Each time Ana woke from orgasmic exhaustion, disorientated and almost panicked by the pain in her body, particularly between her legs, he was inside her again within a few moments. The first time she had woken, blood had crusted on her inner thighs and dotted the bed sheets, but the Alpha didn’t even allow her to process it. He flipped her over and sank into her with a low groan that made her keen. He pounded her from the back, pulling on her hair hard while his other hand tilted her pelvis so he could reach that sublime deepness that made her twitch.
He never listened to anything she said, content to let her wage her tiny war against his massive frame, which infuriated her beyond belief. She loved the way he maneuvered her however he wanted, squeezed and slammed and fondled, but hated that he ignored her, like she had no right to bother speaking. No matter how much she argued and fought with him, he simply did what he wanted.
And what he wanted was to fuck her in multiple positions; all over the bed, all of the floor, against the wall, against the door so the kingsguard could hear, and even took her on the edge of the window, her naked torso leaning out as he slammed into her with his hand at her neck.
Ana did things she didn’t know would feel so divine, things she didn’t know she was capable of, like suck the head of his cock. She did it once when he was spurting over her breasts, curious how his pungent seed would taste on her tongue. A muffled growl came from the Alpha as her tongue dragged along the tip and then swirled around the shapely head. His semen swirled around her mouth, smearing her lips, and a surge of hunger peaked in her. The Alpha grabbed her hair, but she already had her mouth on the head, sucking and drinking his fluid as it poured into her mouth.
When he was finished, the Alpha grabbed her and yanked her up to his eye level, his dark eyes capturing hers. She stared at him confused.
“Why are you angry?” she breathed, her eyes wide as his seed dripped from her chin.
“I am not angry,” he growled, but continued to stare with those heated eyes.
Ana narrowed her eyes. “So now you listen. Does releasing your semen help your ears to work?”
The Alpha’s jaw clenched, and he swiftly lifted her up off the bed and carried her to the center of the room. Ana yelped as he flipped her over, placing her feet on the floor but holding her head down so her upper body hung forward. “I am listening, Analisa.” He ran his hand along her spine, causing her to shiver. “I am listening to you scream and moan and cry out for me.”
Ana scowled. “But anything else I say is irrelevant?”
“Not at all.”
Anna gasped. His breath was blowing on her slit. “What are you doing!”
A rough grazing of her folds almost made her knees buckle. She peered between her legs to see the Alpha kneeling behind her, his tongue lapping her pussy.
She tried to get up, but his hands gripping either side of her hips, didn’t allow her to.
“Why are you—” She moaned as his tongue swirled around her clit.
“Your voice makes me hard,” he growled, his mouth still on her. “So why would I want you to shut up?”
Ana glanced down to see evidence of that growing quickly as she tried to brace herself on the floor. Blood was rushing to her head and she was finding it difficult to think. When she saw her slick dripping onto the floor, she groaned in embarrassment but it was short-lived. The Alpha rose to his feet and slammed her onto his cock, lifting her feet off the ground and pummeling her like it was the first and last time he would ever fuck anyone.
Ana screeched, jumbled words pouring out of her mouth as she pushed her palms into the ground. His cock stretched her beautifully in this position, the friction sublime. She could feel the jolt of her ass cheeks each time he slammed in, and the way he grunted each time, she knew he watched them. And that sent a primal ecstasy careening around her body. As her climax approached the Alpha suddenly stopped.