Maddoc wasted no time in pulling her hips up so she was positioned on her knees, then he climbed onto the bed behind her. Grabbing her neck and her hip, his thick tip bumped into her slit, eager to enter, and Ana arched her back and spread her knees wider to welcome him in, desire bounding through every inch of her body.
When he slammed in, hard and rough, she squealed in both delight and surprise. She’d almost forgotten how big he was, how that tang of pain, tempered by a glut of potent pleasure shot up her when she was being split apart. He drove right into the hilt, making her twitch slightly. The burn between her legs, the depth at which he reached, how full she was when he was inside her, all contributed to the raw sensations that pushed every thought from her mind. She tilted her hips, rotating them and clenching down on him, moaning at the pleasure the action bought. The Alpha didn’t make her wait long. He drove into her again and again, slamming his hips hard against her ass as he took her, as if he had been waiting to fuck her for years and not only a day. His hand brushed around to her stomach, reaching up to fondle her nipples, and slid down to stroke her clit, while the hand by her neck wound into her hair.
Maddoc fucked her rough, then rougher until she was screaming at the brutality of his thrusts, pleasure and pain battling for dominance viciously within her. When her orgasm approached, it was in an overwhelming rush of sensation that made her body seize and collapse.
When her senses came back to her, the Alpha was still pounding on top of her as she lay flat on her stomach on the bed, his body slapping hers as he sought his own release. Ana widened her legs and pushed her ass back up to meet him, prolonging the sweet sensation of her orgasm still lingering.
The Alpha groaned as he thrust sharply, ramming the enlarged base of his cock into her and locking himself to her.
Panting hard, and stretching out on the bed, Ana enjoyed the sensation of being knotted. Last night, she hadn’t paid much attention to it, only noticing the discomfort of being permanently stretched wide by an overly large piece of flesh, but there was some comfort to it beyond the physical. It felt instinctively right for him to be locked to her in such a way, and previously she’d enjoyed the closeness of his body and the way he touched her while they were knotted. In this instance, he propped himself up on his elbows, his body hovering over hers as they lay catching their breaths.
Maddoc played with her hair, and then lowered his mouth to suck on her ear. She sighed, sinking into this feeling of comfort, but keenly aware she was going to refrain herself unlike last night. So she simply tried to enjoy it.
Maddoc kissed behind her ear and down her neck, and then across her shoulders. After a long moment, he raked fingers along her scalp, causing her to moan with pleasure from his touch.
“Where is my purr, Analisa,” he murmured, after a long moment, nuzzling his nose behind her ear.
Ana’s eyes snapped open. He’d been expecting her to purr? For a moment, she didn’t know how to answer. Although, he had repeatedly encouraged it the night before, she didn’t realize he would be expecting it from her each time. She turned her head to the other side as she stretched underneath him.
“Analisa.” There was a warning in his tone.
Ana kept her body relaxed, forcing herself not to purr.
The weight of the Alpha came down on her, pressing her into the bed with his warm, thick, body and smothering her with his beautifully potent scent. It was one part she couldn’t deny about Maddoc, his scent was spectacular. Whether it was his sweat, his cock, his seed, or just his pheromones seeping into the air around him, she enjoyed experiencing it—almost too much. The warmth of him settled her into the semi-state of sleep, but she was mindful of keeping her promise to herself.
The Alpha grabbed the back of her hair, twisting it hard in his hand until prickles of pain scattered along her scalp. “Purr for me.” It was a demand, but not one Ana was willing to abide. He couldn’t order that of her.
“It’s not something I can control,” she said.
“You think I believe that?” His breath was harsh against her ear. “You think I cannot make you the way I did last night?”
“I didn’t realize that was part of what you wanted from me,” Ana said evenly. “Last night was my first time. You cannot expect the same reaction and response from me.”
“I can,” Maddoc sharply. “And I will have it.”
“Why?” Ana tried to keep herself and her tone calm and collected. “It is not yours to experience.”
The hand at her hair gripped tight and turned her head around to face him, his eyes burning into hers as a fury rose. “It can only be mine!”
Ana chose not to say anything at all. This man had to be the most entitled bastard she’d ever known. He wanted to be able to control her no matter what time of day, and thought he was owed her purr. It was not going to fucking happen. She watched his expression as he became more incensed; amusement flickered through her. If he desperately wanted her to purr, withholding it from him could be the one thing to give her control, just like Mother said.
Unfortunately, Maddoc read the challenge in her eyes. As soon as his knot shrunk, releasing him from the tight grip of her hold. He was fucking her again, this time on her back, with her legs over his shoulders as he bent her in half and slammed her into the bed. Then when she didn’t purr again, threw her to the edge of the bed and fucked her, gripping and spreading her ass cheeks as she braced herself on the floor. He fucked her repeatedly, demanding her purr each time, until soon, that no longer mattered.
Their sex was magnificently ravenous. Maddoc bent and twisted and pinned and bound her in any way he pleased, fucking her with a hard desperation as though he hadn’t just fucked her the night before. If he was still angry about her lack of purring or not doing what she was told, it wasn’t clear as the hours passed. He reveled in battering her little body with his enormous one, and seemed to be intent on dominating and marking her—more so than last night. He rubbed his seed into her skin, her hair, her mouth, and all over her face and neck. He bit into her ass cheeks, her thighs, her stomach, her arms, and her back, each time hard enough to break the skin but not to make her bleed. At first when he did it, she was so annoyed that she slapped him, but then remembered she wasn’t supposed to have those angry emotions. So she ignored the pain from the bite and focused on his other attentions on her.
The wet, sticky sloshing from their joining, her harsh breaths and whimpers, and his rough growls were the sinful symphony of his brutal possession of her. And Ana loved every moment of it. Even when he slapped her across the back of her thighs or yanked her by her hair. Each sting of pain deepened every beam of pleasure, and he was so rough and animalistic, it drew out the more instinctive elements of her behavior. At first she didn’t realize what a danger that was. She cooed and hummed with her lips against his skin, she licked his nipples and combed her fingers through his thick hair. After one particularly delirious orgasm, she told him he was the most handsome man in the kingdom. He simply grunted and twisted her hip to make her soaking channel squeeze him just right.
It was when he held her under her ass, working her on his cock while standing in the middle of the room, that things changed. She was gripping his shoulders to keep herself steady, her calves draped over his forearms as he pounded into her, when she slid her arms around his neck and leaned forward to press her body to his.