26. Aliana #2
Three hits in a row is almost too much, and a keening sound erupts from my lips. My eyelashes flutter and my chest heaves, my breasts feeling heavier and fuller than they’ve ever been as the pained pleasure from my clit goes wheeling up my spine and reaches them.
The Devourer’s tail quickly moves back toward my thigh, caressing me, tickling my skin with that soft hair, trying to soothe away the pulsing ache between my legs.
“You will not go to anyone else. Monster’s mates are forever.” He pinches my nipples and twists with that final word.
It’s the harsh touch I’ve been waiting for. My kneecaps melt, as do the rest of my bones. I start to float away into another plane of existence, convinced I might come from him tugging on my nipples alone.
But my smart mouth can’t help but retort, “Humans don’t have goddamned mates, so I’ll fuck whomever I want—”
Whack.
I scream—the hit to my clit releasing the last little bit of my mind.
Gravity ceases to exist. Logic ceases to function.
This monster’s claws and tail have sent me spinning into space like an asteroid.
I come, hips bucking, fingernails gouging the tabletop as sparkling flecks of glitter seem to invade my vision.
He’s made me come so hard I can’t see straight.
But my orgasm infuriates the Devourer. “No, you don’t.”
His dick slides out from between my ass cheeks and plunges into my pussy in one long merciless stroke.
He doesn’t stop until he bottoms out, which I think is somewhere around my fucking belly button.
I’ve never been this goddamned full, and it hurts so good, the pain matches the angry lust I feel.
Dev’s so thick at the base that I have to widen my hips to take all of him, and the force of his thrusts is so intense my breasts are brutally shoved up against the tabletop.
I can feel his heart pounding as his chest presses against my spine and his broad body engulfs mine.
I’m trapped and controlled. And it feels so insanely good that I both hate and love it. I hate that I love it.
The Devourer isn’t done with me, though.
He pumps in and out of me roughly, his low, gravelly voice vicious in my ear.
“You won’t come without me. You won’t so much as look at another monster.
I won’t let you. You’re my mate. MY. MATE.
Say it!” He yanks my nipples down, pulling and stretching them as far as they can possibly go.
God, yes. I plunge into a dark pit as my vision shutters, and nothing makes sense but this moment. Nothing feels right but his touch.
When he pulls out slowly, that huge cock slides over my g-spot. I quake, moaning at this bright new pleasure, and he pauses. He swivels his hips in place, dragging that sensation out.
“What do you need to say, Aliana?” His whisper is the cruelest thing I’ve ever heard.
I grit my teeth and focus on the sensation, trying to block out his voice, trying to come again without giving in to him. I won’t admit defeat. I won’t admit that my mind has warped and twisted and somehow, my hatred has morphed into something else.
He stills completely.
I start to move my own hips to counteract his inaction, to keep the buzzing, humming, blissful sensation coursing up my spine and filling my head with flittering, flying colors alive.
His claws drop my breasts and grip my hips, forcing me to stay still. That tail of his tickles my thighs and ghosts over my clit.
The urge to laugh fills me—but not because I’m happy. Because I’m livid. How dare he fucking deny me when I’m so damned close? Quickly, I lift a hand and whirl, hoping to whack him in the side.
But the Devourer withdraws, his dick leaving my pussy clenching around nothing, his entire body backing up several steps so that I spin, off-balance, my hand flying uselessly through the air and making me stumble.
A second later, before I can even howl in frustration, he’s there again.
Right in front of me. This time, he picks me up and my back slides along the table, hips and legs hanging over the edge as his dick plunges back into me, claiming me, his claws pinning my shoulders down as he finally gives me the rough fuck I’ve needed.
“Yes!” I screech, unable to keep up my facade any longer. I might be furious at him, but I also can’t keep denying that I want him. Want what his dick can give me, anyway. “Fuck me!”
“Who do you want to fuck you?” he asks as he starts to pound me with a fury that makes my breasts tremble deliciously.
“You.”
“No. You know what I want to hear,” he retorts, thrusting harder, making the feet of the table scrape against the cement as the heavy thing starts to scoot across the room. “Who do you want to fuck you, Aliana?” This time, he yells it.
He’s getting close. If I can just outlast him, I won’t have to say it.
“Tell me who you want to fuck you!” His claws leave my shoulders and rip into the table beneath me, the wood splitting ominously as the table bumps up against a wall.
Then that tail of his—that goddamned fucking tail of his—sneaks up in between us and slaps my clit.
My willpower shatters. I’m broken. My hips thrust back up into him, and I feel him start to spurt inside me, feel his dick twitching, cum shooting into me as I see stars.
I ram my pelvis into the Devourer’s as I scream, “My mate! My mate! My mate!”