The fear was natural. Something he enjoyed in their mating. Allowing only a taste of it to taint the air around her was the difficult part. There was no reason for her to be terrified of him, and she couldn’t let on that she was. Uncertainty painting the softness of her features she eased onto the bed. A careful hand outstretched, she straddled his thigh and placed her palm against his chest.
“What are you doing?”
The growl edging his voice was unexpected. He was not pleased with her and looking up through her lashes proved the frown had worked its way into a scowl. Fuck, but this was not going as she had hoped.
Instead of answering, she lowered herself onto him. Cautious, every nerve screaming, she laid her body out over him. Unable to stop her hand from trembling, she prayed to the Gods who had never once listened to her to hear her now, that Lee would only see it as her being nervous about seeking his attention. Still, she reached out and took his hand, a gentle tug urging it up. When he allowed his arm to be moved, she slipped it over her back. Pinned herself to him, the limb an anchor to keep her from running away.
Cheek to his chest, she nuzzled him. Inhaled long and deep, taking in his scent. Let it out in a low hum.
“I miss this,” she whispered against his skin, kissing him with each word. Pressing her mouth against him kept her from gagging. Adding a wriggle of her hips, feigning a move to get more comfortable, she slid her thigh against his cock.
“You saying I don’t fuck you enough?” His hand slipped down from her back, taking in the curve of her spine before he palmed her ass. Clenched the soft flesh hard enough to make her grimace as he ground her hips against him.
“I’m saying I miss this.” Straining to keep her voice quiet and body pliant, her fingers played over the bulging muscle of him. Closing her eyes, she licked her lips, tasting him. Swallowed it down with a throaty hum.
Then she acted.
Smaller, lighter, she could move when she wanted to. Legs drawn up, knees digging into the mattress, she straddled his hips. Slid her pussy against his lengthening cock as it wedged between them. A light scratch of her nails down his chest and beyond, digging in at his sides.
“I miss when you paid attention to me. You made me so fucking wet, it was like I was in heat.” Rolling her hips, grinding against him, she purred and let her head fall back. Breathed deep and thought of the dirtiest things she could imagine, ignoring the fact it all came to evergreen eyes and a rumbling growl that made her shiver. Folds growing wet, slick painting the throbbing flesh of his cock, it was all that mattered. “When you fucked me for hours and made me come over and over.”
Tipping her head forward, she saw hesitation in the excitement she’d incited. Refusing to give him a moment of contemplation, she moaned and rocked her hips faster, grinding harder. The smell of slick became thick, suffocating in its sweetness.
“I miss tasting you. I miss you filling me up with your come and staying inside me until you could do it all over again.” A stuttering cry ripped from her throat as Lee angled his hips on her forward thrust, her clit grinding against him. It’d been so long since she’d enjoyed this, had allowed herself to enjoy it. The shock of pleasure was a serrated bolt of electricity arcing up her spine. Bowed over his legs she let out a shriek as his thumb delved between her spread lips, found the aching nub of her clit and rubbed it in tantalizing circles.
“What else do you miss, pet,” Lee asked on a deep rumble, voice edging into a growl thick with his need. His cock was hard, throbbing, leaking his excitement to smear over her folds and his belly.
“I miss,” Quinn trailed off into a needy groan as his thumb rasped over her aching clit, strumming over the hard bundle of nerves with a slow smile. He liked this, enjoying her daring as she demanded. Inhaling a faltering breath, she rambled on. “I miss you touching me. Showing me off. Showing them what was yours and belonged to no one else.”
Shit! She knew it was the wrong thing to say the second it slipped over her lips. Too much implied in the breathless syllables, knowledge that he would let another touch her now, when before that had not been the case. The simmering lust in his eyes cleared some, the deep brown no longer clouded with heat. In an attempt to distract, she purred low in her throat, leaning down to lick at his chest. Peering up at him through her lashes with a sly smile, she acted as if nothing was wrong.
“Because no one can fuck me as good as you can. No one fills me up like you do.” Trailing the tip of her tongue up his body to place open-mouthed kisses against his neck, Quinn worked her hips. Slid up just enough that his cock breached her so that she could shove back onto it on the next downward motion.
Not aroused enough by half to take him as fast and hard as she did, her moan turned into a strained cry. Body clenching in pained fits, she forced herself further down. Took him deep until she grunted as he punched against her cervix.
A groan stuttered over her lips as Lee pushed against her, driving that much deeper until she ached. Nails scratching at his sides she turned a faltering smile up to him. Pushing up to her knees, she let him slip part of the way out before she sat down hard, doing it all over again.
Clarity gone from his gaze, Lee stared up at her with an all-consuming lust. Large hands folding over her hips, he began to work her up and down his thick cock, bouncing her against his thighs as he used her body to bring him pleasure. Powering inside of her, heedless of the friction, uncaring that she wasn’t ready enough to take the violent pounding he insisted on.
That wasn’t the plan. She needed him high on her scent, not just fucking her. She needed it to be like it had been in those first months. Whimpering, pitiful, her spine slumped as she went limp. Head turned aside, Quinn pushed her lower lip out into a delicate pout, refusing to look on the male so eager for her attention.
“Pet,” Lee growled, lip lifting in a snarl he didn’t bother to silence. Fingers digging into her hard enough to leave marks, he brought her down with enough force to make her squeal in pain.
Despite the way that single word crawled across her skin, making it prickle in a cold sweat, Quinn kept her eyes averted. Endured his grabbing paws with clenched teeth as he mauled at her waist and breasts. She just had to hold out. He’d cave. Every Alpha wanted that look, real or not.
He’d give in to her demands.
He had to.
Quinn screamed, terror sizzling through her veins as he flipped them over. Breath leaving her in a wheezing rush, she wondered if she’d gone too far, pushed him to an edge she hadn’t known was imminent. She clutched at the mass of sheets and blankets when he grabbed her ankles and held them high and wide, straining the muscles until they burned. Making more room for his snapping hips, he growled and snarled, violent as he’d ever been.
“You’re hurting me,” Quinn stammered out, words ragged as he shoved the air from her lungs with each brutal thrust. When he angled her legs up even higher, folding her body under him so he could pound her into the mattress, she turned her teary gaze to the ceiling beyond.
Nothing had changed. He wasn’t going to maim or kill her, but this wasn’t anything close to the plan. She was just a limp doll for him to fuck. It had been a stupid idea, and she didn’t understand why she’d thought it would work in the first place. He didn’t have to need her ready and eager. Not to fuck her, not to breed her, not even to bite her.
Lee roared as he fell upon her, fists punching into the mattress on either side of her head hard enough to make Quinn bounce up into his body. Eyes rounded, mouth gaping, her focus snapped to see what new fresh hell was about to be visited upon her.
Then her prayers were answered.
