Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
B illy
The moment she brings me upstairs—with the dog smuggled under her shirt because, apparently, she’s not allowed to have pets—I start ripping her clothes off.
I’ve waited long enough for this. My self control is waning, and I am a man who normally controls every urge. I don’t let anything or anyone master me.
I toss her shirt on the floor as I back her in the direction of the bedrooms.
She toes off her boots.
I unbutton her skirt and yank it down her hips.
When Pepper gives a little bark of excitement, I silence him with a growl.
One good fuck. One good fuck, and I’ll get her out of my system.
The problem is just that I haven’t come inside her yet. Once I get that relief, I’ll have scratched my itch for a human, and I can move on.
That’s what I tell myself as her scent invades my nostrils in delectable nutmeg and honey notes. I’m on edge, a twisted coil of unmet desire and celebration at having her nearly naked.
I pick her up by the waist and walk her the rest of the way to the bedroom. When her eyes widen, I realize I forgot to make her look heavy.
Her room is like her–a jumbled mess of chaos and color. Her furniture looks like thrift market finds, mismatched wooden pieces painted in bright, cheery colors to pull it all together.
“This time I’m in charge,” I assert, tossing her into the center of the bed. I let her have her fun last time, but tonight the leash on my control is frayed.
“You think so?” she challenges, but her pupils dilate so wide her cinnamon eyes look onyx. Her pillowy lips part. When I yank the straps of her bra down, I discover the points of her nipples hardened into stiff peaks.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want it this way.” I slip my fingers between her legs, ghosting them over the gusset of her pale pink panties. “Lie to me, but don’t lie to yourself.”
Her panties instantly grow damp. The scent of her arousal makes my dick harder than steel. Aubrey’s body is ripe for me. Ready for my plunder.
And tonight, I do intend to plunder.
I slide one hand over her ass cheek and squeeze.
“I think tonight we’ll go for a good old-fashioned over the knee spanking.”
Continuing to knead her ass with one hand, I slide the fingers of my other hand inside her panties. “Mmm. Nice and wet.” I tease her sopping entrance, “You’re excited for your punishment.”
I make a show of unbuckling my belt. Aubrey’s gaze tracks the movement, and I detect a ripple of uncertainty. I should keep up the pretense, make her believe I’m going to use it to whip her, but my wolf doesn’t like the tinge of nervousness in her scent.
“It’s for your wrists, Silver.”
I sit on the edge of her bed and loop the belt over her torso, letting it catch her waist to drag her over to me. Her legs skid over the side of the bed next to mine, and she sits up, pushing her wild mane of hair out of her face.
“Unless you want me to use it on your ass.”
“Pass.”
“Come here, beautiful.” I open my legs and manipulate her body, so she’s lying over one thigh with her torso on the bed and her feet on the floor.
I take my time pulling the pink panties down below the curves of her ass. Her long black curls sprawl across her back and shoulders. She looks gorgeous as hell, and my wolf loves having her at my mercy like this.
Wait, no. Maybe that’s my human side. It’s hard to tell. We both want her under us tonight, screaming her pleasure when I finally get mine.
My hand claps down on her ass, a little harder than I meant to slap.
She gasps and looks over her shoulder at me, eyes wide.
Pepper barks. Good dog. He’s protecting his mom.
I rub away the sting. “Sorry. That was too hard, wasn’t it?”
Her shoulders relax.
I spare a look at Pepper. “Go lay down in the living room.” I send a mental picture of him lying down in front of the couch, and the little pup whirls and trots obediently off.
That mutt is growing on me.
I deliver another spank to Aubrey, lighter this time, and she moans.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I tell her, spanking her again.
“I’m going to make you sore and sorry for leaving Pepper without asking, and then I’m going to reward you for offering this sexy body up for my punishment.
” I pick up the pace of the spanking, keeping them light but fast. She rolls her hips over my lap in pleasure.
Fate, this is good. The sound of my hand smacking her flesh, the dizzying sight of her upturned ass, the scent of her arousal growing stronger with each slap.
I’m struck by a sense of disequilibrium.
Nothing in my rational mind would have ever chosen this moment.
To think that I would not just enjoy but relish being in Brooklyn with a human female who hates everything I stand for is illogical.
Yet I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life. The sense of rightness is hard to deny. Does that mean…?
No. Definitely not.
She can’t be my mate. Fate would not put me with a human.
I am the son of an alpha, born to rule a pack.
I chose to leave my home pack and serve as the right hand of a worthy alpha, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less of an alpha.
I require an alpha wolf worthy of my bloodline.
Someone to continue the purebred lines that can be traced back before America was a nation.
Fate would not put me with a human.
I spank Aubrey harder. She writhes and wriggles over my lap, making my dick throb.
No, this is lust. That is all. It’s pent up frustration from earlier in the week when I pleasured her but didn’t take my own release.
It’s the rush of chemicals at knowing that tonight I will finally be inside her.
I stop spanking and circle my palm over her heated flesh. She has a perfect ass, full and round and heart-shaped. I love the heat emanating off her glowing brown skin.
She’s magnificent for a human.
I slide my fingers between her legs, stroking her nectar up to her clit, circling it.
She comes, a shudder rippling through her body as her inner thighs clamp together around my fingers, and her core tightens in spasmodic pulsing.
That easily. A climax just from a short spanking and one rub of her clit. I can’t deny how attuned this female’s body is to mine. She may deny all affection for me, she may hate her attraction to me, but it’s clear I am the master of her body.
“On your knees now.” I put alpha command into my voice to make it sexier for her, and so she doesn’t have to fight her pride when it comes to obeying.
She drops to her knees at my feet and looks up.
Fucking gorgeous. Her eyes are glassy with the orgasm, cheeks flushed. Her curls sprawl wild over her shoulders and back. I’m dying to fuck her.
She waits for instruction, like a good submissive, even though there’s not a submissive bone in her body. Something in the back of my brain tells me that means something, too. That her body responds to my command because it already belongs to me.
But that’s not right. It’s just because I used alpha command and some part of her biology understands it.
“Take out my dick.”
She licks her lips as she reaches for the button on my slacks and frees my erection. She strokes her fingertips slightly up the underside, teasing me.
It feels like heaven.
“Suck my balls.” The last time she sucked my balls, the silver of her nose ring blistered them, so I must be nuts–no pun intended–to ask her to do it again. But pain is irrelevant, and the burning only heightened the delicious sensation of her warm mouth around my most sensitive parts.
She takes her time, sucking my balls into her mouth, searing the inside of my leg with her nose ring. I’m in ecstasy.
“Now let me see those lips around my cock.”
Again, she obeys. She opens those full gorgeous lips and slides them around and down my cock, sucking hard as she pulls away.
Fire ignites at the base of my spine as her head bobs over my cock.
Fuck, I need to be inside her. My control slips, an unfamiliar feeling for me. This female is my weakness. I shouldn’t be here indulging because she feels like an addiction.
“Enough,” I bark, sounding more harsh than I mean to. I grasp her waist and lift her. In my head, I only lift her to stand, but my body has a will of its own, and I find her pussy directly in front of my mouth. I settle her thighs over my shoulders and feast.
“Holy…oh my gawd .” Aubrey grasps the back of my head. “You’re so…strong.” The breathy quality of her voice drives me to a frenzy. I can’t wait any longer.
This need has ratcheted beyond my control.
I stand and turn, supporting her upper back as I lower her to the bed. I shove her knees up to her shoulders, so I can really get at her core, but there’s no nuance. I’m sucking and licking like a starved man. Like a drunk man. Her juices coat my tongue. My teeth graze her soft flesh.
Wait…my teeth?
What the fuck?
No. No, that can’t be. She’s not my fated mate. I don’t want to mark her. That’s insane.
A growl rises in my throat. I pull back and blink. My vision has domed, like I’m seeing through my wolf’s eyes.
I quickly turn away, so Aubrey won’t see.
Condom. I need a condom. I just need to release inside her, and this lust will subside.
I keep my back to her while I shuck my clothes, then grab a condom from the nightstand. I rip it open and sheath my cock.
When I turn back, I have my breath under control. My vision still seems sharper than it should, but it’s dark in here, so she probably can’t even see my eyes.
“Spread those legs for me, Silver,” I command when I crawl back on the bed.
She bends her knees and opens them for me, holding my gaze as she reaches one hand between them to play with herself.
“Fuck, that’s sexy.”
She knows it. The taunt in her smile tells me. This woman loves to torture me with erotic power.
I should hate being on the receiving end of that torture, but there’s no part of me that’s dissatisfied. I like her attention focused on me. I like her wielding her body’s potency against me. She’s enchanting.
“Are you going to take my cock like a good girl?”
Her lids droop to half-mast as she strokes herself. “What happens if I say no?”
I flip her to her belly and smack her ass. “More punishment. Or should I fuck this ass?”
“No, but I like it from behind.” She hollows her lower back to lift her ass in my direction, legs spread wide.
I nearly come from the sight. My control disintegrates. A growl fills the room, and I’m balls deep in Aubrey before I realize the sound is from me. Being inside her is like coming home.
The mythical home. The religious home. Not the shitty one I grew up in.
I grip her hips and pull her onto her knees to plow into her. Her back makes an elegant slope to where she braces on her forearms.
I know I need to hold back. There's no trace of gentleness in the way I’m handling her, but I can’t slow down. Can’t rein my lust in.
She’s mine now. She’s under me. I’m inside her. I fucking need this. I need her.
I slap her ass with my loins harder. Deeper. Faster. I’m feverish. The chaos of her small bedroom closes in on me, then recedes. I’m riding a wave, chasing ecstasy, and its name is Aubrey Cook.
Through the roaring in my ears, I realize she’s crying out. I try to focus through the frenzy of my thrusts. Does she sound pained?
There’s a plaintiveness to the mewls.
I’m hurting her.
Fuck.
“Too rough?” I grit out. I try to slow down but my body won’t obey.
“No,” she wails. Her fingers fist the sheets, the muscles in her long, slender back tense as she takes me. “Fuck me, Billy.”
Fate. The last threads of my sanity snap as her words shoot me into overdrive. I roar, bucking so hard her knees lift from the bed with the force of my thrusts. I hold her nape to keep her from slamming forward into the wall.
She screams.
I dimly register someone banging on the wall from the other side. Right. A neighbor. She lives in close quarters here.
I roar again and shove in deep to empty hot ribbons of cum into the condom. It doesn’t stop–I keep coming and coming. The fingers of my free hand find her clit and rub.
Aubrey comes, too, shrieking her pleasure. Her hips jerk against mine, her ass pressing back to take me deeper as her internal walls pulse and milk my cock for more.
I’m still coming.
She’s still coming.
It seems to go on forever.
And then I find myself on my side, my body curled around Aubrey’s, holding her like we just birthed a new universe.
And that’s when I realize how truly fucked I am.
Coming inside Aubrey didn’t free me.
It transformed me. I’m not the same man who walked in here tonight.
In fact, I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same.