Demon's Trust (The Chronicles of Arcayos #1) - Raven Dark Page 0,78
heartbeat pounding in my head. His other hand slides down between us, flicking open the front of my jeans.
Oh, God. I’ve never had a guy do that to me before. Is he going to choke me? No. He’s not adding any pressure, just keeping his fingers around my neck enough that I know what he could do if he chose.
Arcayos slides two fingers into the front of my panties, stroking them along my already sopping core. He toys with my clit, teasing the aching nub until I grind my teeth to keep from telling him to fuck me then and there.
“This can’t be happening.” I try to close my legs.
“Keep your legs open.” He kicks my feet apart with his, wedging them in place while his fingers torment my clit.
“Oh, fuck. I hate you. If you get us caught…” My hips rock, rubbing against his touch. Little traitors.
“Your word.”
“No.”
“If you will not obey, then perhaps I have been too lenient. You need to be taught your place.”
My place? “Is that how demons talk to their… Gidan? Like we’re property?”
Releasing me, he spins me so that my back is to him and shoves my chest to the wall.
“Holy fuck.” A thrill of fear careens through me, mixing with white-hot arousal. Part of me wants to fight him for control while the other part wants to just spread ’em wide and let him take what’s his.
Stepping one foot back, I try to throw him off balance and twist free. Arcayos easily fends my hands off and grips my shoulder, pinning it to the wall while he captures my wrist and slips my arm behind me.
I should be livid, wanting to tear his eyes out, but instead I’m grinning and pushing my ass back into him.
“You’re really going to fuck me like this right here?” I pant.
He rumbles an affirmation, a low, animalistic sound that makes my clit sing. Releasing my wrist from behind me, his hands claw open the front of my shirt. He pulls it down from my shoulders. “Pull your pants down.”
In a vain attempt to regain control of this situation, I put my hands against the wall. That pull to do his bidding drags me downward into his dark fantasy, and I dig my nails in.
Behind me, I hear the clink of his belt and the thunderous rumble of his zipper. The sounds make my core throb.
“Pants down.” Hot breath tickles my ear. “Now.”
Any moment, someone, the Captain of all people, could walk in here and see us like this, with their new favorite cop pinning his half-naked partner to the wall and about to take her up the ass. Awareness of what that would mean spears me, and yet my hands shove my pants from my waist, baring my ass to him. My hands are shaking, and I’m panting.
He has to be making me do this, using his alpha powers on me, because no way would I ever risk my job like this. Or our cover.
“Good girl. My sweet obedient mate.” His tongue darts into my ear while he rubs his cock against the crack of my ass.
“Fuck you,” I groan. “Just get it over with.”
He gives my ass a hearty slap. I cry out in pleasure.
“Shh.” His palms roam over my ass cheeks. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, Cassidy Morgan?”
I swallow, nodding mutely. He’s so big though, I’m not sure if I can take him that way.
A hungry growl escapes him as his fingers stroke my soaked clit. “You like it, don’t you?”
Another nod.
While his hips keep mine in place, his hands slide away. There’s the jingle of keys as he digs into his pocket. The familiar click of a cap, then silence.
Cool gel touches my asshole. He slides one slicked finger in, then out, and then I hear him slicking his cock.
“Good. Then I won’t have to worry too much about being gentle.”
Holy Christ. I’ve spent most of my life ending up with guys who treat me like a delicate flower, too afraid to unleash their beast. I love that he’s so aggressive and forceful.
Unable to help myself, I reach up, running my hand across his smooth jaw, my other hand grabbing at his hip, trying to pull him closer. He spreads my cheeks, and the wide head of his cock teases my back door. His teeth graze my shoulder. My mouth opens on a silent cry of pleasure at the sting.