She did neither. Her dark green gaze held mine and the emotion I saw there caught my breath, surged to my cock like a lightning strike and made me instantly hard as iron in her hands.
“It is my job to soothe you,” she said, her hand tightening around the base of my cock, stroking it with expert skill. “Let me do my job.”
I growled at her bold behavior. Yes. I would lie here and let her have her way. I was unaccustomed to allowing someone to have control over me, but for Tiffani, I would submit. For now. Her sexual aggression, her desire for me was no less arousing. Yes, if she wanted to take charge, I’d give my body into her care. And so would my beast.
She worked me with hands and mouth, bringing me to the brink of orgasm just to release me before I could come deep in her throat. She’d tease me with her hands then, her lush lips exploring my body with nibbles and licks meant to push my limits. I realized, as she worked me to a fever pitch and held back time and again that she was testing me, testing my control.
She was trusting me not to lose it.
But my beast would not be denied. I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t resist her. She stroked me for a time, my hips bucking up for more. Her grip remained as she lifted a knee and straddled my hips, which opened her up so my cock nestled against her pussy.
“Your job?” I said, biting my lip to keep from coming. Again. “Fucking my mate is not a job.” I sat up and began kissing along her shoulder. She whimpered.
“Kissing my mate is not a job.” My mouth met hers and this was not a chaste kiss. It couldn’t be. She’d pushed me too far. It was explosive, my tongue finding hers, moving in and out of her mouth as my cock would her pussy soon enough. I broke the kiss and we were panting hard. Lowering my head, I took a nipple into my mouth, sucked and laved it with my tongue, gently nipped at the tip with my teeth.
“Making your nipples hard is not a job.”
I switched to the other nipple and her fingers tangled in my hair. I wanted to incite her passion, push her to the brink of coming before I took her. I wanted her as crazy as me, as wild as my beast.
I slipped my fingers between her spread thighs, coated them in her wetness, brought them to my mouth and licked them clean.
“It is not a job to taste your pussy, to make you come.”
Her heavy lidded eyes flared with heat, then closed at my carnal words as I lifted her hips and then lowered her down onto my cock. She slid down over me like a glove, taking me deep. We both groaned at the pleasure. She was so hot, so wet and tight. I was big, but she took all of me. It was a perfect fit. She was perfect.
She began to ride me then, her hands on my shoulders for balance and forced the beast to grip her lush hips and watch her face, the glistening of her skin, the way her mouth opened as she cried out when I lifted my hips beneath her, driving deeper than I’d been before. Her head was back, her eyes closed, mouth open as she breathed hard. Her breasts bounced and swayed as she used me for her pleasure, and I couldn’t fucking look away. Didn’t want to stop her.
This wasn’t gentle lovemaking. This was wild and carnal. Intense and powerful. I helped her to the brink and pushed her over when I slipped a finger over her slick clit and gently brushed the side of it, then over the top where the hood had pulled back.
Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as she screamed. I felt her inner walls clench down on my cock, trying to pull it in deeper. Her juices coated me completely in welcome and I used the wetness to slide in and out in a faster rhythm, drawing her orgasm out, pushing her to another. Her scent taunted the beast and I knew he would demand to taste her again soon. I would never get enough of the flavor of her arousal on my tongue, sweet like honey, yet wild and dark, appeasing my beast.
The wildness just beneath the surface, the beast growled, and I took over, holding her in place as I began to fuck up into her.
“Fuck,” I murmured. She was tight, so tight she squeezed me like a vise. I was mindlessly taking her. Fucking her. Rutting like a wild animal.
She whimpered and I froze for a heartbeat in time, afraid I had hurt her. Her soft body yielded so perfectly in my arms that I had begun to lose control, to take her as I wanted. To fuck her hard, forcing her body to stretch, to accommodate my large cock.
“Don’t stop!” She tugged at my hair, her hips wiggling in protest.
“I’ll never fucking stop,” I growled. Her eyes opened even as I thrust into her again and again. “You’re mine. So fucking beautiful.”
Her emerald eyes met mine. I saw the passion and desire in them, the need to come again building like storm clouds before the lightning.
“Mine. Mine. Mine,” I rumbled with each penetrating stroke. She was my mate. I knew it. My beast knew it. The scent of her, the feel of her, the taste of her. Even the sounds of her coming. It all soothed the beast and made it howl in happiness.
As for me, the man, I needed to come. My balls had emptied onto my belly just minutes ago, but there was more seed for her. There always would be. And so I nipped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder and moved my hands to cup her bottom, to open her pussy wider. I thrust as I used my hands on her ass to pull her forward and down, onto my cock.
“Come again, love. Come all over my cock,” I whispered in her ear, my voice deliberately gentle as my cock was not.
Perhaps it was the command of my words. Perhaps it was the fact that I was accepting her as my mate. Perhaps it was that I held her ass in my hands, that I held her in place, forcing her to surrender to my will.
Whatever the cause, her inner walls rippled and pulled me deeper. Her orgasm shook her body, but she did not scream. She offered no sound as I came deep inside her, filling her with my seed. I marked her, coated her with my essence.
Our orgasms put us in sync, connecting us, binding us just as the cuffs did.
She was mine. I was hers. And the beast, it was sated once more.
Chapter Eight