chuckle of amusement whispered over her skin as his hand tightened in her hair. “Impatient,” he growled, kissing along her jaw with hard, biting little kisses.
She whimpered in need, trying to get a hand between them to touch him. He reached her neck, and she tilted her head to allow him better access. With a grunt of approval, he put space between them to allow her to touch him. With a sigh of relief, she slid her hand between them, reaching that part of him she needed most.
He thrust himself into her hand, a growl of pure need rolling through him as she learned the shape and feel of him. The way the ridges rubbed against her palm. Thick. Hard. Her pussy grew slicker at the thought of having him inside her.
“Tell me what you need, little one.”
“You.”
He nipped her throat gently. “Where?”
“I..” she stammered and had to fight to focus. “Inside. Me.”
“And who do you belong to?”
His hand slipped between them, strong fingers stroking the seam of her pussy as he waited for her answer.
“You. I belong to you.”
His growl of approval against her throat made her gasp, and she rocked her hips against him. Each stroke of his clever fingers made her slicker, increased her need as she touched him. Even the size of him didn’t scare her anymore, not in the face of her need. Something yammered away in the back of her mind, but she ignored it. She needed him. Now.
She parted her thighs wider, trying to get him closer to give her what she needed, but he held himself away. A snarl of frustration tore from her throat but the scrape of his fangs against her collarbone warned her.
“I am your alpha,” he growled against her skin. “Trust me.”
She whimpered, almost sulking as he continued to deny her what she craved. Again, that little voice chattered in the back of her head, but she ignored it. All she could focus on was him, the way his fingers stroked and teased her, the heat of his mouth against her flesh. He was like fire and ice, soothing her needs and setting her ablaze at the same time. It was maddening.
“Rath, please.”
“Not until you come for me, little one.”
She growled, annoyed with him, and tried to yank herself away from him. He snarled, pinning her in place with his teeth in the curve of her shoulder and neck and the delicious friction of his fingers stopped. Freezing, she whimpered, trying to rock her hips against him, but he moved his hand.
“Rath,” she keened, going pliant in his hold. He grunted again as he touched her. She held her breath, feeling the heat roll over her body again. She felt the tension in her frame ramp up until she was sure she’d go up in flames.
“Oh god, Rath... please!” she cried out and then shattered apart at his touch.
She couldn’t have described the sensations if her life depended on it. All she knew was that she wanted to experience it again. She sank her nails into his shoulders, pulling him down to kiss him with her hips still bucking against his body as aftershocks of pleasure flowed through her.
“Mine,” he growled, the sound so distorted it was barely a word.
Instinctively she parted her thighs, her head turning to one side and her eyes closing as she prepared for what would happen next.
When he pressed his cock against her entrance she tensed.
“Shh, little one. No pain. I promised.”
She exhaled, tried to relax, and then gasped as he rocked his hips and let himself enter and then withdraw again so quickly she had no time to react.
“Again,” she demanded, hunger overcoming her fear so quickly it was like she’d never experienced it.
“You don’t give the orders here,” he chuckled, making her wait several long seconds before entering her again. This time, he went a little deeper and moved a little slower before retreating.
“Do you want more of that?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“Then more you shall have.”
He thrust, entering her in one slow, relentless movement that filled her to the brim. She keened softly, her hands like claws against his shoulders. He was big, stretching her to the limit. She felt a little pain as her body adjusted, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t bad pain, the kind that hurt... it was good, the type she could get addicted to.
“Oh god, Rath!” She gasped.
His skin hardened beneath her fingers, a pattern of markings appearing across his chest as he held himself over her.