Chapter 13
Ansley
Hayden keeps me face down in this humiliating position on his lap until I’ve recovered from the spanking.
I can feel his hard cock beneath me, engorged with his desire. The occasional needy twitches against my stomach. Every time that happens, I get even more aroused. I’m pretty sure I’m dripping wet.
“You’re ready for me now, aren’t you?” he growls, carefully helping me to my feet and standing me between his spread legs.
I can’t lie, so I simply nod. I’ve never been more ready for anything, despite being a virgin. I can’t help having a few concerns, but they seem to melt away when Hayden pulls me close enough to feel his heart beating in his chest. It’s wild and uncontrolled, just like mine.
“I can’t help being scared,” I whisper, vulnerability making me tremor. “You’re so… so big and I’ve never done this before. I want to, I just…”
“Do you trust me? Don’t lie. Just tell me what you feel,” he places a hand on my chest, between my bare breasts, the warmth of it seeping into me. The same hand that punished me, once again like velvet. “In here.”
I nod again, no hesitation at all. “Yes. Whatever it is… I know I can trust you. I know everything you’re saying is true.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” he soothes, his hand moving to the back of my neck. “I’d rather die than harm my mate.”
I start to say something, but his lips crash into mine.
The kiss isn’t gentle. It’s rough, possessive, his tongue demanding entry as his hand tightens on the back of my neck.
My lips part for him with a whimper, and the taste of him floods my senses.
Whiskey at first, then something wild, almost primal.
His other hand moves to my lower back, pulling me flush against him.
The hard length of his cock presses between us, and even through the towel, I can feel the heat of it.
The size of it. My core clenches with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
Arousal floods through my body, overwhelming my senses, until I feel it trickling down my inner thighs.
When he finally pulls back, I’m breathing hard. He doesn’t look like he’s out of breath at all. His amber eyes are blazing, pupils wide with desire.
“On the bed.” His voice is a command I can’t ignore. “On your back, legs spread. Show me what is mine.”
My instincts move me before my mind can catch up.
I climb on Hayden’s enormous bed, the sheets cool against my overheated skin.
I lie back, my heart thundering as I slowly let my knees fall open.
My stomach tightens. I’ve never been this exposed to anyone ever in my life. I’ve never been this needy.
Hayden lets his damp towel drop, the heavier, thicker fabric landing on the floor with a gentle thud.
He’s magnificent. Terrifying and beautiful, all at once.
He’s a mountain of man, especially in his true Human Form.
I’ve always felt like I was slightly too tall.
He makes me feel as petite as the girls all the guys at school seemed to fawn over.
I try not to look down, but I can’t help myself. His cock is swollen and long and throbbing, already glistening at the tip. I saw it limp. I felt it when it was hard. I still didn’t realize how big it actually would be when he was ready to claim me.
“You’re not ready for me yet,” he says, putting a knee on the bed.
“I… I want to be,” I whimper, still breathing hard from the kiss and the nervous anticipation.
“My kind has a special way of getting our mates ready for us,” he moves closer, his hands gripping my ankles to spread my legs wider. “Just relax. You’re safe with me.”
I don’t know what the special way is at first, but then I see a different kind of hunger in Hayden’s amber eyes. His hands slowly move up my legs until he grips my inner thighs, then he lowers himself, inch by inch, until I realize he’s going to claim me with his mouth before I take his cock.
“Oh…” I gasp, my heart beating harder.
Then I feel his hot breath between my legs.
I try to say something, but the words dissolve into a moan as his tongue drags through my folds in one long, slow lick.
My hand tangles in his long, black hair, a clump of charcoal grey wrapped around my fist as it tightens when the strokes of his tongue continue to tease me.
“Oh god,” I whimper.
“Not a god,” he rumbles against my sensitive flesh, the vibration making me shudder. “I’m your mate. Your Alpha. You don’t worship anyone. I worship you.”
His tongue is relentless, licking and exploring every inch of my untouched sex. When he reaches my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue, my hips jerk off the bed.
“Stay still,” he commands, his massive hands pressing on my thighs, holding me open and pinned. “Let me taste my mate.”
I try to obey, but it’s impossible. Every stroke of his tongue sends electricity through my body.
My pussy clenches and unclenches, like I’m already on the edge of an orgasm.
My grip tightens on his hair, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.
If anything, it just makes his tongue move faster, making the pleasure so intense I struggle to breathe.
Then he nibbles and sucks on my clit, making it impossible for me to stay still. “Hayden, I can’t… It’s too much… I’ve never…”
“It’s not nearly enough. A lifetime of tasting you wouldn’t be enough,” his voice a sensual purr that makes me shiver. “You’re going to come on my tongue. Multiple times. You and I will both know when you’re ready for my cock. You’ll be begging for it.”
I relax and one of his thick fingers circles my entrance, gathering the nectar gathered there. He pulls back just enough to look at me, his beard glistening with my arousal.
“Look how wet you are already, hmm? Your body knows what it needs, and so do I.” He pushes his finger inside, just to the first knuckle, and I gasp at the intrusion.
“You’re so fucking tight, Ansley.” He pumps his finger a few times, gently, but enough to make my hips squirm.
“But I’ve waited so long… I won’t rush.”
He works the finger slowly, carefully, while his mouth returns to my clit.
The dual sensation is overwhelming. I’ve touched myself before, but this is different.
This is unbelievable. I give into the sensations, the pleasure, answering each rotation of his tongue and pump of his finger with needy sounds.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his rumbling voice vibrating through me again. I feel a second finger probing my entrance and it makes me tense up, but a few quick rotations of his tongue make me quiver until the finger pushes in. “Your body is responding. It recognizes that I’m your mate. Doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I admit, moaning as the second finger sinks deeper.
The stretch burns, but his tongue makes the burn feel good. He focuses on my clit for a while, fingers moving slowly. I get used to the way it feels. The overwhelming pleasure. The maddening need that builds into a pressure in my core.
“I’m gonna…” I whisper, unable to finish my sentence.
“Come for me, mate. Come for your Alpha,” he commands, and I feel the vibration of his deep voice in the tips of his fingers.
I don’t just come. I come harder than I ever believed was possible.
The pressure releases. The orgasm rips through me like a bolt of lightning.
My tight inner walls clamp down on his fingers, my entire body going rigid as the pleasure crashes over me in waves.
His tongue never slows down, his fingers never stop pumping, and my walls flutter on them as the euphoria consumes me.
I’m vaguely aware I’m crying out, but I can’t control it.
Hayden still doesn’t stop. His tongue and fingers make the peak of the orgasm last longer than any of the ones I’ve given myself.
Those were teases. This is the real thing.
This is the kind of pleasure my body has always craved. I just never knew it.
When I finally come down, gasping for every breath, I think I’ll get a moment to recover.
“A good start,” he rumbles, his voice almost like gravel. “But I’m far from done with you.”
His fingers sink deeper. I’m so wet there is absolutely no resistance. His middle finger curls upward, finding a spot that makes me see white, but it is not vision, hallucination or premonition. It’s just pure, incredible bliss.
“Let’s see if I can make you scream my name the next time you come on my tongue,” he chuckles, rubbing the sensitive spot deep inside me before his tongue resumes lashing at my clit.
He’s merciless this time. His fingers work the sensitive spot while his tongue moves in quick rotations around the tight bud at the apex of my thighs.
The pressure begins to build again. It builds and builds until I’m trembling, my thighs trying to close around his head, the fist tangled around his hair trying ineffectively to control him.
“You’re going to scream for me, aren’t you,” he mumbles into my folds, his fingers pumping faster, that spot inside me sending sparks through my entire body.
My eyelids flutter. The sparks turn into fire. His name tears from my throat as the second orgasm crashes over me, even more intense than the first.
“Yes, Hayden! Yes!” My back arches off the bed, my walls fluttering in a rhythm around his thick fingers.
Another cascading wave of pleasure rolls through me. His fingers keep pumping, his tongue circling my swollen clit. I’m boneless and gasping for breath, my grip on his hair loose, when I finally feel him start to slow down.
Except it feels wrong. The second orgasm has stoked a raging inferno.
“Don’t stop,” I hear myself beg, fingers tangling in his hair again. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Mmm you’re a greedy little mate, aren’t you?” he chuckles, the sound vibrating against spent flesh. “Don’t worry. I’m nowhere done with you.”
Then I realize he isn’t pulling away. He never was.
He’s sinking lower. His fingers slide out of me, and I whimper at the emptiness, but before the sound is done, his tongue circles my entrance.
I tense up again, and it slithers inside me.
Licking. Tasting. The sensation is different, bordering on obscene, but that doesn’t stop the strangled moan that escapes my lips.
“Oh… oh Hayden,” I moan, my hips moving until I’m riding the tongue that is feasting on my nectar, teasing my depths.
His tongue is gentle, but I’m not. My hips buck faster, grinding into his face. I feel so needy and vulgar, but I don’t care
His tongue slides out of me, licking and caressing my folds, teasing my clit, making me tremble and buck until I can’t control my movements.
“Fuck, you taste incredible,” he groans against me. “Like you were made just for me to devour. My new favorite flavor.”
His tongue thrusts into me, and he’s no longer licking or tasting.
He’s fucking me with it, and just when I think it can’t get any better than that, his thumb finds my swollen clit.
I’m so sensitive that even the gentlest touch makes me jerk, but he just applies more pressure.
He tongue-fucks me while massaging my clit, and it’s only a matter of seconds before I’m coming undone again.
I’m not sure what comes out of my mouth. Moans. Whimpers. Cries. Incoherent syllables that don’t form words. Words that don’t belong together strung into jumbled sentences.
I can’t tell where one orgasm ends and the next begins. All I can do is ride his tongue, both hands now tangled in his hair like I’m hanging on for dear life.
But he’s counting them. I don’t even realize it until I clench his tongue so tight I feel the vibration of his words. “Five. Six. Seven,” he actually laughs inside me, his voice muffled.
I get lost in the haze of pleasure, my body no longer my own. It belongs to him, responding to every touch, every stroke of his tongue. Then another sensation emerges. One I’m as certain of as I was that Daisy was in St. Michael’s Cathedral.
“Please,” I whisper, still trembling, still dangerously close to number eight or nine or ten. “Please, Hayden… I need…”
His tongue pulls away. He raises his head, just enough for me to see that my essence is dripping from his beard, his lips glistening with my arousal. “What do you need, Ansley? Tell me?”
“You,” I gasp, everything inside of me buzzing. “Fuck me… I need you to fuck me.”
“Of course you do,” he confirms almost smugly, like it’s the truest thing he’s ever said. “You’re my mate.”
His rises between my thighs, a giant with lust in his eyes, like this is the moment he’s been truly waiting for.
As much as I want him, I still feel a twinge of concern, especially when I see his cock.
He’s even harder now. More swollen. Thicker, longer, beads of pre-cum smeared on the large, bulbous head.
“Just… be careful… please, be gentle,” I whimper, even though my body protests my protest.
“I made sure you were ready,” he says, leaning closer. “That way I don’t have to be gentle.”
His hands squeeze my hips and his knees force my legs further apart.
He’s ready to claim me.
I hope I’m as ready to be claimed as I think.