Ilya groaned and fell to his knees between her spread thighs. Toppled forward until his mouth was flush with her, lips hungry as they sucked. His tongue made a wild and frenzied dance over every inch of exposed flesh, throat working to swallow down every drop of thick fluid that coated her folds. The wet heat of him closed over her clit, sucked hard before he slid the edge of his teeth over the tender flesh.
Quinn couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t even cry out or moan at the shock of sensation he sent pummeling through her body. Large hands pinning her thighs to the floor, she jerked in helpless fits against the mouth ravaging her. The slick slide of him dancing over the throbbing bundle of nerves made her pull in a breath in a hiss, the plunge of his tongue deep inside of her clenching pussy knocking the air from her lungs in a desperate whoosh.
When he opened his mouth wide, encasing all of her with lips and teeth, laving her as he loosed a call that vibrated through all that wet flesh, her lungs stalled altogether.
He didn’t stop.
Large hands gripping her ass, he hauled her up from the floor to seal his mouth over her. As if she was a feast, Ilya gorged himself on her airy cries and guttural moans, lapping up the spoils of his assault. Quinn couldn’t concentrate on anything but the near painful pleasure that shot through her, wringing every ounce of sensation from her. His mouth moved too fast, too hard, too everything for her to do more than lie there and take it.
It built fast and hard, tensing the muscles of her legs. Not in waves, gentle or otherwise, but in jagged pulses that left her raw, aching. Belly taut as she writhed under him, shoulders pinned to the floor, Quinn cried out as her orgasm grew. It dragged her higher and higher. A teetering edge that promised agonizing bliss. Tongue plunging in and out, Ilya ground her clit under the pad of his thumb. Quinn sucked in a breath only to let it out in a shrill wail.
Heels pounding against his back, she came. Body jerking, shock waves tumbling through her, she camehard. Crashing through her in electrified bolts, it pounded her into the oblivion he promised. Left her nothing more than a shell of sensation that clawed at the carpet just to keep from rocketing away. Thighs squeezing his head, legs locked around him, Quinn screamed her release to the heavens and the Gods beyond.
It would not end. The moment she thought it would, the crackling pulses of energy sweeping through her would redouble their onslaught, wrecking her body, her mind. Her sounds became thin and wavering as her body spasmed again and again.
Even when Ilya pried her legs from around his neck, she was still coming. His breath whispering over her engorged folds making her jostle, writhing at the fresh charge that zipped up her spine. Pussy contracting over emptiness that should be filled, should be wringing a knot. Pulsing, filling her with thick, potent come from the Alpha denying her. The same Alpha who shoved her hips to the floor, splayed hand pinning her there.
The male that grabbed her hand and slapped it over her mound, making her scream again. Pain ricocheted through her, bouncing around her skull and morphing into something glorious as she bucked against her small palm.
“That’s it,kiska. Fuck it good. Show me what you want me to do to you.”
High on the scent of the Alpha kneeling between her legs, on the throbbing ache of pleasure between her legs, Quinn’s thoughts were incoherent at best. All she knew was that she needed something inside. Something to fill the agony of emptiness. Two, three, then four small fingers made their way inside, trying to obtain the stretch she knew he could give her. Pumping into her slick heat with wet squelching sounds that made the male’s nostrils flare as he scented the heated air.
“Da, that’s it. Harder,” Ilya said on a low growl that was felt more than heard. His large hand shuttled up and down his massive cock. Smearing the thick wetness that leaked from the glistening crown all over his shaft, he gripped it tighter. Turned the heavy length an angry red as he stroked faster.
Well beyond words, Quinn was reduced to helpless whines and whimpers. Her own hand wasn’t enough, no matter how she tried to stretch her slick walls, how deep she tried to push them. Writhing before the Alpha, her sole focus the frenetic motions of his hand and the throbbing flesh of his cock. Pushing her feet against his thighs, she thrust her hips up. Offering him what he wanted, begging him to take what they both needed.
Though he shuffled forward on his knees, he didn’t give in to the temptation she presented. Instead he jerked his cock hard, hand a blur as his shadow fell over her once again. Succumbing to the harsh growls and barked demands he uttered, urging her on, to show him what she wanted him to do, Quinn shrieked as her thighs began to tremble. Orgasm building, roiling through her veins, she held her hips high. Rocked against her useless hands in erratic bursts.
Pleasure arced through her limbs, drawing every muscle tight. Grinding the fingers of one hand against the swollen, aching nub of her clit sent a ragged moan clawing from her throat. Spine bowing, tension rattled through her body in twitches and hard jerks as it overwhelmed, sucking her up into a maelstrom of sensation. Small fingers shoved deep, attempting to mimic the knot her body needed.
It was no use.
Sobbing her frustration as she bucked against her palm, her head thrashed against the soft carpet. It hung just out of reach, edge razor sharp. Pleasure and pain blurred, want and need twisting her insides.
Ilya snarled some expletive. Knocking her hand aside, he shoved his tongue deep inside her cunt. Fucked her with the slippery length as he growled and snarled words that held no meaning to her. All that mattered was the aggressive rumble against her flesh as she keened. Wet fingers gripping the carpet, she moved with him, matching the furious pace he set.
“More,” Quinn shrieked as she reached for him. Mindless in the primal need to be filled, to have the raw, scratching sensation of the denied orgasm stop, she became frenzied. Grunts animalistic as she clawed and pulled, snarling at the Alpha to fuck her into the ground, to stretch her pussy open with his knot as he was meant to.
Between one stammering heartbeat and the next, he shoved her away. Sent her crashing back to the floor with a menacing growl that made her pussy drip with a rush of fresh slick to entice. The slap of his weighty palm against her mound made her scream in anything but pain. His fingers shoved into her, stretching her wide around their girth. The heel of Ilya’s hand ground against her clit as he moved ever closer. Hand a blur over his cock, he urged her to fuck herself on his fingers, to take what she needed.
She did.
Quinn shrieked and cried out as pleasure tangled around her spine. Limbs stiff, back in a painful arch, the gnawing pain relented. Sweet bliss exploded through her as Ilya curled his fingers to rub that spot. Forced another thick finger inside of her as she used his hand, pistoning into her with relentless power as he drove her through the first body quaking spasm into the next. It seared through her veins, laying waste to everything in its path.
Just as she began to fall, plummeting back to the here and now, the first hot splash of thick fluid coated her belly. Another on her breasts. It warmed her flushed skin. The potent scent of cinnamon and anise invaded her senses as she screamed again. Pussy contracting around the thick digits that speared her over and over, muscles wringing the swell of knuckles that did not erupt inside of her.
Her wail was defeated misery as more of the milky fluid spurt over her chest, coating her breasts. Desperate for more, she curled her fists into his shirt, trying to drag him nearer. Ilya bellowed, sliding up her body with ease. Pinned her to the floor and shoved his cock deep between her lips as another volley pumped from his pulsing balls.
Seconds ticked by as her small hands wrapped around his knot. Massaging the bloated section of his shaft, she twisted her fingers to mimic the wringing contracting of her pussy. Swallowed down another hot surge as her eyes rolled up behind heavy lids.
Perfect bliss.
His hand tangling in her hair brought her eyes open, lip curling as she set the edge of her teeth to his delicate flesh. The warmth of his come still bathed her tongue, forcing her throat to work in convulsive fits to swallow it all down.
“There is no time,kiska, as much as I want you to drain my balls dry,” Ilya murmured, a satisfied smile twisting his lips as he pried her jaw open with his fingers. Forced her to release him even as he continued to coat her mouth and chin. Once clear of her sharp teeth, he pushed her fingers higher and squeezed them around his shaft to slow the forceful spray into a dwindling trickle.
Quinn’s whining mewl burst into a squawk of surprise as Ilya lifted her. Putting her on her feet, he gave her ass one hard slap that sent her stumbling towards the bathroom. Indignant at being refused and then dismissed, she turned on her heel with a low growl on her lips.
