He rubs his fingers over my lips, spreading my essence across my face before forcing his fingers inside my mouth.
“You’re playing with fire, Princess. You have no idea what you’re in for, but you’ll take whatever I give you. Won’t you?”
I suck his fingers, swirling my tongue around them. Tasting myself and humming my approval and acquiescence.
With a growl, he spins me around, and his mouth is on mine. Rough. Passionate. All-consuming. Separating from my lips only long enough to pull my sports bra over my head. Next, he pushes down my shorts while I kick off my sneakers. Standing before him in nothing but a thong, until he extends a claw and slicesthrough the fabric. I pant as his knuckle runs up along my clit in feather-light touches.
“What’s your safeword?”
“Don’t need one,” I say, pushing my hips forward and chasing his touch. He lets out a low chuckle, his hands moving to sweep up along my sides, nowhere near where I want them.
“You either tell me your safeword—and promise to use it if this gets too much—or we stop right now and you can walk out of here horny and frustrated andstayhorny and frustrated when I tie you to the bed and refuse to touch you all damn night.”
A gasp escapes my lips at the horror of that idea. “No fucking way. That sounds awful!”
“Then pick a damn safe word.”
I glare at him for a moment. Part of me still wants to refuse him, but the other part wants the fun type of punishment, not the kind where I don’t get to come.
“Fine,” I agree with a sigh, knowing he isn’t going to budge. “Red, for stop, yellow for slow down, and green is for more.”
“Good girl. Now get on your knees.”
I lean forward, pressing my breasts against his chest, but keeping my hips back from his pelvis. “You want me to suck your cock, Beta? Make me.”
I lick along the outside of his ear for less than a second before Luca pushes me to my knees. He stretches an arm behind his head, pulling his top off in one swift movement. I pull his shorts and boxers down as his hand weaves into my hair again. He smears thepre-cum gathering at the end of his cock against my closed lips, and his grip against my hair has my scalp screaming.
“I said,make me,” I say, but the words are barely out of my mouth before he thrusts his fat cock into my mouth and down my throat.
“Shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl,” he snarls as I choke.
Both of his hands wrap through my hair, and he fucks my face hard. Tears stream from my eyes, but his desperation is everything I wanted when I goaded him into this. He fucks my throat mercilessly, forcing me to swallow inch after inch, gagging and choking around him.
And I want more. I want him to lose control completely.
I don’t give a fuck that there could be twenty warriors right outside the door. I don’t care if they hear the wet, obscene sounds of me gagging on my mate’s cock. Wetness drips down my thighs as I realize maybe part of me wants them to hear. Know how good we are together.
“But you’re not a good girl, are you?” he asks, pulling his cock from my mouth with a pop. I shake my head as I heave in gasping breaths.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, my voice raspy from my sore throat. “You want a good girl who does what she’s told?”
He angles my head upwards and chuckles. “No, Princess. I don’t want a good girl. I want a wicked little brat who gives me so many reasons to punish her slutty ass and makes me earn her submission.” He pulls me to a stand and marches me over to the desk.
“Now bend over; your ass is about to pay for your teasing,” he mutters darkly as he pushes me forward with his hand still buried in my hair. I could fight him. I could get out of this. But that’s not what I want. Not at all.
There’s a swooshing noise a second before his palm connects with my ass, hard enough that I groan. He doesn’t give me long to recover as he rains spanks down one after another. Alternating cheeks with every slap. My ass burns, but I don’t ask him to stop. I don’t tell him how much I need this either.
“Walking around in those tiny clothes without my scent on you?” he asks as he spanks me even harder, punctuating his words with slaps. “Talking about someone else marking you, knowing what that would do to me.”
“It’s not my fault you’re so possessive,” I gasp.
“Yes, it fucking is,” he says. His palm falling harder, faster, until I’m gasping from the need to come. Each blow lands with a dull thud, a constant ache and heat accompanying the sting. “Walking around looking like that. Knowing I’ve been inside you and that it’s fucking heaven on earth. Telling me to make you suck my cock.”
“Well, maybe you should have just fucked me again instead of—”
He cuts me off suddenly when he pours cool liquid between my ass cheeks and I gasp at the foreign sensation.
“You want me to fuck you?”
