I ride recklessly through her orgasm. My fingers dig into the tender flesh at the front of her throat as I grip her harder. Her arousal makes pistoning into her easier and I pick up my pace, brutally pounding into her welcoming heat. The sound of me fucking her, with her sweet low moans muffled in the background, fuels my need to find my own release. With my left hand gripping her nape to steady her body as I rut into her swollen cunt, I use my right hand to roughly rub her throbbing clit. She struggles beneath me to get away from the intense pressure building in her so soon after her first release. But I want it. I want more of her and all of her.
There’s a very sick desire I possess for her to feel me inside of her every second she’s away from me.
My hands go numb as a cold sweat breaks out on my skin. The need for release creeps up on my body, slowly building in intensity. I growl into her ear with a primal need, “Come for me.” Being so close to her neck makes my fangs ache with the desperate need to mark her and claim her as mine. I let them skim along her sensitive skin, causing a shiver to run down her barely clothed body. My words and the gentle touch of my sharp fangs send her over the edge and I come hard with her. I ride through both of our orgasms as the pleasure numbs my toes and makes my legs tremble.
It’s only once she’s sated, panting, and limp beneath me that I can breathe again. I lay my chest over her back to plant small kisses over the marks on her neck as my breathing slows with my dick still hard inside her. My arms wrap around her small, limp body and I effortlessly pick her up. I slip out of her as I sit on the barstool and nestle her into my chest then tenderly kiss her forehead. I take my time soothing her, wanting to stay in this moment as the time ticks by. She sighs, happily satisfied, and snuggles against me as she slowly drifts into sleep. I debate on waking her up and fucking her until I’ve had my fill, but it’s late and the sight of her relaxed body in my arms is enough to temper my appetite. For now.
Caleb
Liz continues to furiously struggle beneath my huge form trying to get away from us. I’m doing my best not to bruise her little body, but she’s putting up one hell of a fight. I’m ashamed at how much I crave this. I don’t enjoy her fear, but the need to punish and condition her? I’m a sick, sadistic fuck for how much I desire just that.
To say I’m projecting on Dom is an understatement. I want to punish our little mate. I want to slam into her tight little ass and rut into her while she screams out in an overwhelming mix of agony and desire. I’ll make it feel good for her of course, but there’ll be pain. I know she’s scared, but that doesn’t change my need to prove to her that she belongs to me. That I’m worthy of her and being her mate, and that I can help her. I’m hard just thinking about it. Like I said, I’m a sick fuck. I only hope my little mate has a beast in her that wants to come out and play just as much as mine does.
Dom’s plan of action only fuels my desires. Tying her up is our next move. She’s going to fight us every step of the way and I desperately want her to challenge me. Knowing she’s not human puts me on edge, but in a way that gives me relief. If she were human, I’d have to go easy on her and be careful. I can’t hurt my mate. Physically or emotionally. I don’t want to either. But fucking her within an inch of her life, I’m dying to do that. Knowing she’s got shifter blood in her means she could take more punishment than a human can. I know it’s going to be hard to control how rough I am with her. I’ll try, but I’m dying with need. Need to let out my inner demon and thrust into her with unforgiving, deep strokes. Need to have her writhing beneath me, trying to get away from the pain yet at the same time needing more of it. It’s a cruel, twisted need, but it’s a need nonetheless.
And she needs to know she’s mine, she’s safe and she is wanted more than she could possibly imagine.
I’ve always had these desires. Slow, sweet, and passionate has never interested me. I need it hard and savage. I’ve never given my perversions free rein. I’ve never spoken them out loud or let anyone sense these urges. Seeing my mate refuse me, that makes me want to let loose on her. Let my beast out to ruthlessly claim her for himself. Maybe that’s why fate gifted me a mate I’m destined to share with Dom. He’s frightening to look at, but he has control where I am lacking. I’m a slave to my beast. I should tell Dom what I want to do to her, but he’s so wrapped up in having her forgive him for shit he didn’t even do that he hasn’t noticed my lust for her body.
I have the look of her tearstained face memorized. I love the way fear and anger look on her because it’s evidence of how much she needs me. I want her to scream and cry, letting her tears run freely down her gorgeous face while I punish every inch of her body for denying us. For thinking for one second that she doesn’t belong to us. More than that, I desperately need her to fight me. I want to feel her sharp nails dig into my back as I draw out every orgasm I possibly can from her body. The only regret I have is that she won’t be able to leave scars. That’s a damn shame. I want her marks all over me. And mine all over her.
Liz’s nails scrape across my neck while I tie one of her wrists to the headboard and I have to stifle a groan. I can feel her squirming beneath me to get out of Dom’s grasp. For being so small she’s got a hell of a lot of fight in her. It makes me hopeful. Whatever she went through didn’t kill her spirit. All of a sudden, her fist swings out of nowhere and lands square on my jaw.
“Fuck!”
I wrap my hand around her throat knowing her natural reaction will have her hand flying to my fingers to try and pry them off. I lean back and flex my jaw. It actually hurts. A touch of pain makes me smile inwardly. I tighten the rope on one wrist, making sure it’s properly secured while my other hand presses against her small, fragile neck. It’s enough pressure to feel the blood pumping through her veins, but I’m not pushing hard enough to actually cut off her breathing. I just want her other hand busy while I make sure I have her where I want her.
“Baby girl, that hurt.” I admonish her while grabbing her other wrist in my left hand and the rope in my right. Her eyes widen as she realizes her struggling is useless now. The shadow of Dom standing up behind me catches my attention; he must have secured her legs. She screams out unintelligibly, but within seconds Dom shoves something in her mouth. I glance at her to see what it is. She’s shaking her head and trying to spit out his shirt that now acts as a gag. I tug on the rope and fasten it tighter to the bed to restrict her movements as much as possible. I finally breathe out and climb off the mattress to have a look at our gorgeous mate all tied up.
No longer able to fight us, no longer able to hurt herself.
Her dress is bunched up around her waist revealing a cream thong that’s begging to be torn from her. It takes every bit of self-control I have not to shove my face in between her legs and leave a languid lick. Her breasts are covered by a simple white strapless bra and I want to rip it to shreds. It’s not sexy enough to grace her skin. Our mate is anything but simple. She should be covered in skimpy but expensive lace. My dick hardens at the thought. Or leather. Fuck, she would look so hot with a thin leather strip draped over her breasts, just wide enough to cover her nipples, to tease me. I resist the urge to palm my dick; now is not the time. Not when she’s still as scared as she is. Her long platinum blond hair is spread out under her in a messy halo, making her look wild and recently fucked. Damn shame the last part isn’t as true as the first. Wild perfectly describes our mate.