Chapter 30 #2
“Maybe because there was a big, scary wolf chasing me,” she hisses, slapping her palms against my bare chest.
I frown down at her. “Maybe you should’ve told me you were going out for a run,” I growl. “You don’t know these woods. You could’ve gotten lost, or wound up trespassing onto someone else’s land…”
“I didn’t wander far,” she huffs, shoving at my chest, trying to dislodge me. “I was just fine until you showed up.”
“Not the point.” I snatch both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head as I sink my weight deeper against her hips. “You disappear in the middle of the night and expect me not to worry?”
She rolls her eyes, head flopping to the side. “I’m a grown ass woman, Commander. I can take care of myself.”
“You’re my mate.”
Her head snaps back up, fierce blue eyes locking with mine. “Exactly. I’m not one of your dipshit enforcers you can order around.”
A growl rumbles in my chest. “Watch your mouth.”
She laughs, mean and mirthless. “Or what, you’ll spank me?”
I stare her down, the tether on my control fraying at the edges. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
She twists beneath me, trying to roll away, but I clamp my thighs around her hips to keep her pinned in place.
“Let me go, Kane,” she grits out.
I lean down, holding her gaze as I growl, “Never.”
Her nostrils flare, a flush rising to her cheeks as her thighs clench. The scent of her arousal permeates the air between us, sweet and undeniable.
“You can’t control everything, you know,” she spits.
“Doesn’t mean I won’t try,” I fire back, dragging her wrists higher until she’s arching beneath me, mouth dropping open in a gasp. I shift one of my legs between hers, forcing her to spread her thighs wider until I can feel the heat of her center against my skin. “But you like it, don’t you?”
She glares up at me, breathless.
“Deep down, you know you do,” I murmur, dragging my free hand down her chest and pinching her nipple hard. She chokes on a gasp, hips bucking involuntarily, her slickness coating my thigh. “Deny it all you want, but you enjoy submitting to me, mate.”
“Fuck you,” she pants, even as she keeps riding my thigh, chasing friction.
My cock is painfully hard, throbbing against her hip. “Is that an invitation?”
She scowls, but the way her gaze turns molten says it most definitely is.
I let go of her wrists just long enough to flip her over, yanking her up by her hips to her knees. Then I twist her arms behind her back, pinning them there with one hand, her ass in the air and her cheek pressed to the dirt.
“Spread your knees wider,” I order.
She hesitates, so I slap her ass hard enough to leave a handprint.
She moans shamelessly, knees sliding further apart, her pretty pink cunt peeking from between her thighs. I drag a finger through her slickness, then bring it to my mouth and suck it clean. I groan as the taste of her slides over my tongue, my eyes rolling back.
The curve of her ass is begging for another slap, so I oblige, my palm coming down hard on her other cheek. The sound cracks through the forest like a gunshot, echoing off the trees.
Violet chokes on a gasp, a shudder rolling through her body as she pants, “Harder, Daddy.”
Fuck.
This girl knows exactly what buttons to push to drive me to the brink of insanity.
I run my hand along her hip, fingers tracing the lines of her tattoo there. Her skin is hot, every muscle quivering with tension. I palm her ass, squeeze it hard, then deliver another harsh slap that stings my own palm, her hips jolting as she chokes on a yelp.
“Is that the best you’ve got?” she taunts, pure arousal threaded through her breathless words.
A growl rumbles in my chest as I deliver a final slap, right between her legs. The sound that escapes her is more animal than human– half pain, half ecstasy. Before she can recover, I line up behind her and thrust in deep, bottoming out in a single punishing thrust.
She screams, but there’s no one around for miles to hear it.
Her inner walls clench around me as I start fucking her hard and fast, one hand pinning hers behind her back, the fingers of the other digging bruises into her hip.
I set a brutal pace, hips snapping frantically, every thrust driving her further into the dirt.
Her cunt pulses around my cock, so tight and wet it’s hard to stay in control.
I slap her ass again and she yelps, her pussy clenching around my cock. It feels so fucking good that I do it again, and her inner walls clamp down even harder the second time, my eyes rolling back at the sensation.
“Fuck, baby,” I grit out as I palm her ass to rub away the sting, voice gone rough. “The harder I spank you, the tighter your pussy gets.”
Violet whimpers needily, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as I fuck into her even deeper. She’s close to the edge– I can feel it in the tremble of her thighs, hear it in the way her breathing’s gone ragged.
I reach around, deft fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in vicious circles. “Let go, mate,” I command. “Be a good girl and come all over my cock.”
She just whines in response as I keep working her clit, too gone to even form words.
Less than a second later, she shatters, tremors racking her entire body as she freefalls into her climax.
Her hips jerk against me, her tight pussy milking my cock.
I fuck her through it without slowing down, relentlessly chasing my own release.
It comes fast and furious, pleasure rolling through me in waves as I grab her by the hips and slam in as deep as I can.
My eyes squeeze shut, cock pulsing as I empty inside her.
We stay like that for a long minute, bodies locked together, both of us panting and sweating. Then I pull out, and she flops onto her side, boneless and sated.
I reach down to brush her hair from her cheek, and she gazes up at me dreamily, a pretty pink flush coating her cheeks. Her blue eyes are bright, alive in a way they weren’t when we went to bed earlier.
“Feel better?” she huffs, a lazy smile curving her mouth.
I smirk back at her, rocking back onto my heels. “Next time you want to run, give me a heads up,” I grumble.
She rolls her eyes, pushing up on an elbow and clambering to her feet. “Fine,” she chirps, brushing dirt from her thighs.
I look up at her, arching a brow.
Her lips split in a wicked grin. “I want to run.”
The air around her shimmers, and in the next blink, she’s in her wolf form again. The second her paws hit the earth, she launches herself with a powerful kick of her hind legs, taking off into the trees.
I heave an exasperated sigh, then call my own beast forward, fully prepared to chase her to the ends of the earth if I have to.
Because despite the boundaries we’ve set, despite the lines we’ve drawn and danced around, one thing remains non-negotiable.
Violet is mine.