“That’s it, my sweet Quinn.” Lips trailing over her cheek, he dipped down to nuzzle at her neck. Inhaling hard against the soft patch of skin where her scent was strongest and letting it out in a low groan. Unadulterated need kept cloud soft and whisper quiet.
Recoiling from the hand skimming up her side, Quinn whined low in her throat. Fingers against his shoulder were a silent request. A plea to stop, to leave her alone just this once held in the subtle pressure against rippling muscle as he rubbed his chest against her.
“I need you, little bird. So damn bad. Always.”
The quiet sound she made was pure distress as he maneuvered her thighs apart, hands far too busy between them before one appeared before her. Fingers slipping in over her tongue, forcing the taste of him deep into her mouth, he growled. Called against the tender skin of her neck until Quinn gasped around the thick digits working in and out between her lips and pressed into the steady vibration.
“My mate.”
More was pushed into her mouth. A primal dance as he had her suck his fingers dry before he collected more of the clear fluid to feed to her. Again and again until Quinn was lost in his scent and sounds. Until she no longer shied from his hands, his mouth as he scattered wet kisses and gentle nips over her body.
Teasing her until Quinn was reaching for him, soft sounds tumbling over her lips as instincts won out against her denials. No matter that her mind screamed a litany of them as her body arched, offering her breasts to the hungry pull of lips and teeth.
“That’s it, little bird,” Kahler murmured against her skin between hard sucks to the malleable flesh. “You want this. Need this.”
Fingers threading through his hair, Quinn pulled him tight against her chest. Cooed and hummed her satisfaction as he scraped the edge of his teeth over taut peaks amid a scattering of torrid presses of his lips. Her heart shriveled a little more with each response, tears burning the backs of her eyes even as she rocked her hips against the hard planes of his stomach. Undulating her body to rub her scent into his skin as much as to take his in return.
Hand slipping between them, he played through the thick river of slick pouring from her cunt. Fingers splaying swollen lips wide, he searched out the aching nub of her clit. Rolled it under his thumb in quick, hard circles to make her voice a stuttering cry as she jerked up into the sudden stimulation. High pitched and breathless, her tormented keen suffused the air alongside the sucking wet sounds of his fingers plunging inside of her.
“You want me to fuck you. Make you mine all over again,” he said in a low growl before biting hard into the soft skin of her neck. Not letting go until Quinn jostled and whined, nails scraping down his back as he crushed the fine line between pleasure and pain.
Dying a little inside with each syllable that tripped over his lips, at the truth hidden in the darkest recesses of her soul, Quinn strained to silence him with her lips. Kissed him hard, tongue daring as it plunged inside his mouth. Tangling with him, a war of dominance played out with soft sounds of pleasure as each sought to have their way.
Quinn was winning, even if he didn’t realize it.
With nothing but the sounds of their sex echoing through the expansive room, silencing his words was victory enough.
Up until Kahler rose to his knees, shoving her legs wide around him. Too large hands raked through her hair, fisting the thick locks tight against her scalp as he angled her just so. Forced her to look up into his eyes with grays swallowed up by the blackness of her pupils as he smiled down at her.
“You want your Alpha’s cock, little bird?”
Quinn mewled as her hips rose on instinct. Presenting, offering the dominant male what he wanted.
“Say it, Quinn. Tell me you want your mate to fuck you. Tell me how bad you want it, sweetness.”
Jostling hard, impatient with his game, she reached for him. Gripping his hips, nails digging into the hard muscle beneath, she tried to pull him into her.
“Ah, ah. Say it, Quinn, or you don’t get that big, thick, Alpha cock you want so bad. Bad little mates don’t get their Alpha’s knot. Don’t get filled up with their hot come.” Bowing over her, Kahler licked at her lips, keeping her from surging up into a true kiss. Kept her docile beneath him with ease as he tormented her.
“Please!” Dragged out in a pathetic whine, she hated herself all the more for the shrill, lost note it carried.
“Say it,” he snarled, twisting the strands of her hair.
A wave of prickling sensation coursed over her scalp, delicate strands tearing free in his grip. Still she maintained the thin thread of resistance. Giving the bastard her whines, her moans. Spread wide, showing him the glistening pink of her pussy as she begged with wordless cries. Refusing to utter the words he wanted to hear.
Fist holding her to the bed by her curls, he slapped the swollen crown of his cock against her. Playing at her clit, rubbing the slick head in agonizing circles over the hard nub. Just as determined to not give in as he tormented her body. Eased inside, stretching her in inching thrusts before resuming his torturous play with the delicate bundle of nerves.
“Say it, sweetness. Just once,” Kahler said in a snarl, words carrying the sharp edge of irritation. Impatient with her defiance. “Say it once and I’ll fuck you until you can’t do anything more than scream my name. I’ll fill this pretty pussy with so much come, it’ll drip down your thighs for days.”
Quinn shuddered at the disgusting filth he growled against her lips, her neck. The garbled syllables groaned against her breasts. It made her somehow wetter, clenching over empty air as she scratched at his back, digging her nails into his skin. To force the Alpha to take what he was so desperate for.
“Tell me you want it, or I will fuck that pretty mouth instead. Pour all this come down your throat and leave you here. All alone and desperate for more.”
When she opened her mouth for his violent kiss but not to whisper the words he wanted to hear, Kahler growled. The creeping edge of chilies burned the back of her throat as he slapped her legs away, shoving her down into the bed to crawl up her body and straddle her ribs. Hands in her hair, he pulled her up to the leaking tip of his cock.
Quinn’s indignant rage was effervescent as she stared up at him. Pale gray shown in the thinnest of rings around endless black, she was wide eyed with incredulity. Showing the Alpha her teeth, a growl rattling loose from her chest, she challenged him. Dared him to put that oh, so vulnerable flesh into her mouth where she could take out her anger with relish.
“Last chance.” Bit out through a growl subterranean in its darkness, Kahler cradled the back of her head with one hand and smeared the potent fluid of his excitement over her lips and snapping teeth.
