“I’m not going to take you here.” His finger brushed against my back hole. “Not now, but I will claim you in every way imaginable. Make no mistake, Mon Chaton, you will accept me everywhere.”
“I know.” My easy acceptance had him rising to his feet. I’d turned to face the tiles, my arms above my head.
“Do you now?” He asked. His cock was so hard, he worried the poor thing was going to burst.
The little minx blinked back at him over my shoulder. “Well, I mean, unless of course you choose not to. Which would be a shame, since I’ve been preparing myself for just that occasion these last two years.”
Red. He saw red. “What the ever-loving fuck do you mean, preparing yourself?” His fingers gripped my hair.
My green eyes sparkled. “Not by taking other men up the ass, but you know, there are other ways…to you know…practice.”
Images of me working a dildo up my own ass had his cock jerking against me. “Are you saying you’ve fucked your own ass, Laikyn?”
I tried to break eye contact with him, but he gripped my chin. “Don’t turn away from me.”
“I ached for you and knew it was something you’d like.”
He took a deep breath, trying to rein himself in. “You are trying to kill me.” He slid his hands around, cupping my breasts while he kissed his mating mark.
“That would not be in my favor.” I rubbed my ass against his straining erection.
Kellen bent, allowing his dick to run back and forth between my legs. “Such a smart woman.”
“You going to torment me all night, or you gonna do something with that pole between your legs?” My words ended on a grunt as Kellen shifted and pushed up into me.
“Fuck, so tight,” Kellen groaned.
I braced my hands on the cool tile, enjoying the feel of having Kellen finally filling me. Goddess, the man had tortured me with his hands. I moaned as he pulled out, swearing I could feel every vein and bump on his dick.
“I’m going to make you beg before I let you come.” He powered into me from behind.
I had no doubt whatsoever that he would and could do it, too. The question was who would come first? I squeezed my inner muscles around him, making him groan.
“Such a bad little wolf,” he growled.
Unable to say anything else, he quickly powered into me with more force, hard and fast, slow and easy, alternating his strokes, never letting me get used to what he was going to do. But each time was more delicious than the last. I kept my hands on the wall, taking everything he gave me, loving him. Giving him control of my body was like free-falling, a chance at freedom that I didn’t know I needed until that moment.
His hands tweaked my nipples, then his right hand slid down my stomach, between my thighs. His fingers smoothed over my mound, making me buck, and then gripped my clit between two firm digits, toying with me.
“Oh, yes, harder.” It was such sweet torment. It was hard to hold myself up on my hands. I dropped to my elbows. The tile was cool on my forehead as I rested against it.
“You’d better brace yourself,” Kellen whispered.
His fingers circled my clit again and again, pinching and toying with it. Just when I was on the verge of coming, he’d stop, to my utter dismay. I tried to ride his cock, rocking back against him, squeezing his dick each time he pushed back inside me.
Kellen twisted my nipple, hard, doing the same with my clit. “You think to control our fucking?” My wolf snarled until he bit down on his mark, our connection getting stronger with each moment that passed. He pulled me back flush to his chest, his cock pistoning in and out of me with his arm around my shoulders, anchoring me to him, and with the other, he worked my clit.
“Kellen, please,” I begged, biting his arm to keep from screaming.
“Yes. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he growled.
White-hot pleasure washed over me under his touch. “Can I come now?”
His fingers stilled on my clit. “Yes, Mon Chaton. I want to feel you. Come all you want.”
I lost myself to the pleasure Kellen gave me. Kellen roared behind me. The animalistic sound spurred me on. His cock swelling inside me was followed by his come jetting. A spasm shook me with each release of his come he spent deep within me, and then he bit down on the meaty part of my shoulder where he’d placed his mark, making me come again. Too hoarse to shout, I whispered his name. My forehead now resting on the back of my hands, my throat dry and raw from my screams of ecstasy.
“Damn, baby.” Kellen licked me. His rough voice made me shiver.
