Harder. Faster. I jerked my dick, gripping tight, thinking about breaking through the barrier of her virginity. She’d cry out in pain as I entered her for the first time. There was no way her tiny body would be able to take me without feeling like it was being torn apart. At least, the first time. But her pain would result in my ultimate pleasure, her walls still firm and unyielding, wrapping around my dick and squeezing it.
Fuck.
I touched the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum around it before pumping faster. My spine was already starting to tingle as pleasure slowly spread through my rigid body. Fucking Alyx would be like nothing I had ever experienced, but everything I’d ever fantasized about…and more.
I would stare down at her, entering her, and her body would be stiff, anxious. Her blue eyes would shut as she cried out the second I tore through the piece of skin that was kept pure and unbroken just for me. But once that barrier had been broken, my cock buried deep inside her body, her pain would be replaced by the kind of pleasure only I had ever given her.
I’d brush my hand against her inner thigh and push her leg open. Wider. Letting me slip in deeper. For her, there would be more pain, then more pleasure.
For me, it would just be pleasure.
My slow, steady pace would quicken, my body urging me to move faster. Harder. Her face would be contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure while I went from taking her virginity to fucking her like I owned her.
I’d know when she was close. Her body would tremble, her lips would quiver. And her moans would become louder. Until finally…she would come around my cock, milking an orgasm out of me as well.
My balls retracted, and my body erupted as I came with my hand around my cock, shooting the ribbons of cum against my motherfucking front door.
Sweat beaded on my forehead, my legs shaking beneath me. But I wasn’t satisfied. Not even close. In fact, jerking my own cock and coming while thinking of Alyx only made me want her more.
In a fit of rage mixed with frustration, I slammed my fist against the door. How long would I have to wait before I could take what was mine? I wanted to wait until she was ready, but what if she would never be ready? I’d seen the way she looked at me with equal parts lust and fear. What if the fear smothered her desire for me, her lust to be consumed by me? Then I’d wait forever, and she still wouldn’t be ready.
“Fuck!”
My fist was about to become one with my front door yet again when my phone rang. Another f-bomb dropped from my mouth as I walked over to the table, grabbing my phone.
“What?”
“We found two Python scouts.” Dutch sounded pissed.
“Where?”
I heard him take a breath.
“Dutch. Where?”
“Outside, at the back. They were trying to get in when Manic spotted them on the security cameras.”
“Motherfuckers! Take them to the garage.” I hung up. It was no longer blood swooshing through my veins, it was lava burning through bone. Fuckers crossed the line by coming here, by trying to get inside. Slither was reaching. Man was desperate because he knew he didn’t have much time until the entire fucking police force came after him for kidnapping the PC’s daughter.
Slipping on my cut, I grabbed my gun and knives. It took me fifteen seconds to rush out of my room, down the stairs, and across the courtyard. Usually, I had to focus on gaining control, work on not losing my shit whenever it came to the Pythons. But not tonight. Tonight, I was giving my rage the reins, letting it lead. Coming here to our home, trying to spy on us, was a new low for them, and there was only one way to deal with this bullshit.
The door leading to the garage slammed against the wall as I rammed it open. “Where are these fuckers?”
Dutch nodded over his shoulder. “In the back.”
“Good. Did they talk?”
“No. Maybe you can persuade them.”
Dutch stepped out of my way as I stomped to the back, wanting to look these assholes in the eye. Manic and Ink were already there, both standing guard, making sure the fuck-faces didn’t try anything stupid.
Biting my bottom lip, I pulled out my gun and aimed, pulling the trigger and planting lead in one of the fucker’s head. The sound of a small sonic boom echoed off the goddamn walls, and the guy tied to the chair next to my latest victim screamed, flinching as blood splattered on his face.
“Jesus Christ, Granite,” Ink moaned. “Would you stop doing that?”
I glanced at the fucker sitting next to the fresh corpse. Piss dripped down his thighs, pooling around his tied feet. The way his body shuddered, his lips quivering, I knew my violent display of power and control made him flip a switch. It was time to see how loyal Slither’s fuckers really were.
With my attention—and gun—turned his way, I scowled. “If you’d prefer not to end up like your friend, here, I suggest you start talking.”