Because her taste… I think it’s the reason lesser men go to war. They could live on it the rest of their lives, her musky sweetness bottled and sold to the masses. The more I taste, the more I want, and I know that ending her life is the only thing that will prevent me from locking her in a dungeon to take her pleasure for my own.
She fights to stay silent, whimpering softly, the desperation in it like music to my ears. As if hoping to get it over with fast, she grinds against my face, her hands gripping the back of my head so tight I doubt anything could pry them free. Fighting for release, taking what only I can give her.
Knowing how easy it is to break her resolve makes me bolder, leading me to dip two fingers into her slick tunnel. She bites back a scream—barely—before jerking her hips in time with my strokes.
“Oh… oh, god…” She’s like a faucet with the taps turned on at full blast, a river of sweet juice flowing from her, and I catch all of it, my tongue swirling through her slick heat. She begins to buck her hips, and I can barely hold her steady. My fingers dig into her flesh while she grinds my face against her pussy. I alternate between sucking and flicking her clit with my tongue, making sure she knows that her pleasure belongs to me. Her orgasm belongs to me.
I wonder what the beta would think if he opened the door and found his daughter humping my face while I fuck her with my fingers. I want him to. I want him to see how little it matters what he wants for her. She isn’t his. She stopped being his the second my teeth pierced her skin.
Her life is in my hands, just like her tight little cunt.
Every single part of this little wolf belongs to me.
The sudden clenching of her thighs around my head is a warning the split second before she nearly drowns me, shaking and gasping and struggling to be quiet with everyone else just beyond the door. Her nails dig into my scalp, and I smile against her as her shudders turn into trembling, and her stifled moans turn to sighs.
I finally found a way to shut her up, silencing her arguments for a moment.
Wiping my face against her shirt, I sit back, leaving her leggings on the ground.
“Clean yourself up, Liliana.”
Showing her who is in control is the best thing I could do for both of us. It just so happens that teaching her that lesson made me harder than a rock, and now I’ve got to go find one of her packmates to drain my cock.
And I’ll see her face in my mind the entire time.
13
LILI
What the hell just happened to me?
It’s not like I’ve never come before. Getting off was one of the few bright spots in my life. One of the few times I was glad I was always alone, so I could enjoy myself, and believe me, I have more times than I can count.
But it was never like that. I feel like I’m still coming, trembling with aftershocks, my body buzzing, and my pussy clenching around nothing. If it hadn’t been for my parents and everybody else on the other side of that door, I would’ve screamed out his name.
So that’s what it’s like after the first shift. Intense and strong enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.
Now I understand why the shifted wolves seemed to constantly be on the hunt to mate. I’ve barely finished coming, and I can’t wait to do it again.
Even after the euphoric way he made me feel, all I can think is, why did it have to be with him? No matter how much my wolf wants him, my brain is another story. There’s still part of me capable of thinking logically, and I can see how wrong this is. How wrong he is.
“Get off me.” I try to push him away, leaning against the wall, one eye on the closed door. I’m expecting it to fly open and be discovered with my pants around my ankles and his face between my legs, but I’m not going to let that happen. I still have a little bit of dignity left inside me.
Big surprise, he doesn’t seem to care what I want.
I hate that he seems to know exactly what to do to make me explode. It feels so unfair.
But since when is anything about my life fair?
“I said, get off me,” I whisper, more frantic with every beat of my heart. They’re going to find us like this, and I will die from shame. I don’t care if it’s accepted.I can’t understand any of it. Why do I want this so much when I find him repulsive?