Chapter 16
Chapter
Sixteen
KAEL
M y words hang in the air, heavy with implication, as I watch her chest rise and fall with quickened breaths. Her eyes flash with defiance, but I can see the hunger lurking beneath, the way her pupils dilate when I press my body against hers.
"You think you hate me," I taunt, my hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. "But your body tells a different story. It craves me, even as your mind resists."
I pinch her nipples roughly, delighting in the gasp that escapes her lips. My thumbs rub circles over the sensitive buds, feeling them harden under my touch.
"Tell me to stop," I challenge, my voice a low growl. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll leave you alone. But we both know that's a lie."
I grind my hips against hers, letting her feel the thick ridge of my erection straining against my pants. Her moan is music to my ears, even as she spits out her hatred.
"Fuck you," she snarls, but her legs part slightly, giving me better access. I take advantage, slipping a hand between us to cup her sex through her pants. She's already wet, her heat seeping through the cloth.
"You think you have control here," I hiss in her ear, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. "But you're just a pawn in my game. And right now, your pawn is screaming for more."
I increase the pressure, applying just enough friction to make her squirm. Her walls clench around nothing, desperate for fulfillment.
I can feel her tremble beneath my touch, her resistance crumbling with each passing second. She's teetering on the brink, caught between her loathing for me and the intense pleasure coursing through her veins.
"Come for me," I command, my voice a dark whisper against her skin. "Let go and show me how much you need this."
I rub her clit harder, faster, the rough material of her trousers providing just the right amount of friction. Her hips buck against my hand, seeking more, even as she continues to curse my name.
"That's it," I praise, feeling her orgasm build like a tidal wave. "Give in to it. Surrender to the darkness within you."
With a final, merciless stroke, I send her plummeting over the edge.
As she comes undone in my arms, her cries of ecstasy fill the room, music to my sadistic ears. I revel in her surrender, in the way her body arches and shakes with the force of her climax .
When the waves of pleasure finally subside, leaving her panting and spent, I spin her around to face me. Her eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed, and I can see the lingering echoes of her orgasm still rippling through her.
"Not bad," I remark, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "But we're far from finished."
I capture her mouth in a brutal kiss, my tongue delving past her lips to claim her thoroughly. She tastes of sweat and sex, a heady combination that only fuels my desire.
Breaking the kiss, I haul her against me once more, grinding my hard length against her ass.
I lean in close, my breath hot against her ear as I grind my aching cock against her plump ass. She's so wet, so ready for me, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to bury myself inside her immediately.
"Beg me to stop," I demand, my voice a low, seductive purr. "Tell me you don't want this, and I might consider pulling away."
I punctuate my words with a sharp nip to her neck, sucking a dark mark onto her skin. My hands roam her curves, palming her breasts and pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. She lets out a soft whimper, her body responding eagerly to my touch despite her protests.
"You know you crave this," I continue, my fingers trailing down her stomach to tease the waistband of her trousers.
With a groan, I press my throbbing cock against her plush ass, grinding it in slow, deliberate circles. The friction is exquisite, her warmth seeping through the fabric of my pants to tease my sensitive flesh.
"Little huntress," I murmur, my fingers deftly unbuttoning her trousers and sliding them down her legs along with her soaked panties. She steps out of them, her ass now fully bared to me, and I drink in the sight of her – pale skin, toned muscles, and that intoxicating aura of vulnerability.
"Now, let's hear those pleas," I coax. I unbuckle my belt, pushing my own trousers down. I press head of my cock against her plump ass and rub it up and down. I know she wants me inside of her. I can feel it through the binding. Everything she feels, I will feel now. And as our connection grows stronger, so will how intense those feelings will be.
For now, they are subtle. She's still wary of me, as I am of her. But, there's no denying what she wants.
My cock.
Inside her.
And that's exactly why I won't give it to her.
She shudders, her hips instinctively pushing back against me, seeking more contact.
I reach around to palm her breasts, kneading the supple mounds and tweaking her nipples between my fingers. She arches into my touch, her breath coming in short gasps as I work her body with increasing urgency.
"Tell me you don't want this, and maybe—just maybe—I'll pull away."
But even as the words leave my mouth, I know it's a futile request. There's no way I'm stopping now, not when she feels this good pressed against me. Not when the pressure building in my balls threatens to explode at any moment.
My hips buck involuntarily, chasing the delicious friction as I continue to grind against her. The tension coils tighter and tighter within me, until I can barely hold back the impending release.
"Fuck, little huntress..." I grunt, my grip on her breasts tightening as I teeter on the brink. "You're driving me mad..."
With a final, brutal thrust, I surge over the edge, my cock pulsing as I spill myself against her ass. Hot jets of cum paint her skin, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.
I slump against her, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Even in the aftermath of my climax, I can't resist leaning in to nip at her earlobe, the taste of her sweat and defiance still lingering in the air. She stiffens under me, her body a mix of tension and exhaustion. I smirk against her skin, her ragged breathing the only sound between us, apart from the soft crackle of the fire.
Torin’s voice cuts through the charged silence, low and smug. “She felt good, didn’t she?”
I lift my head, my eyes narrowing at him where he lounges casually against the doorframe, a dark grin playing on his lips. The bastard didn’t even bother to leave the room entirely. My blood surges hot, the remnants of pleasure tangling with a sharp edge of anger.
“Fuck off, Torin,” I growl as I tuck myself back into my trousers, the warning clear in my tone.
He doesn’t move, his grin widening as he steps closer instead, wiping his hands on a cloth he’s picked up from somewhere. Slowly, deliberately, he saunters toward her, his movements unhurried as if he’s savoring the moment. His gaze drops to her, and his expression turns darker, more focused, as he kneels behind her.
“What are you doing?” I snap, my voice sharp as a blade.
“Cleaning up,” he says lightly, though the deliberate way he drags the cloth across her skin—across the curve of her ass—makes my fists clench. He’s slow, meticulous, his fingers brushing her flesh as he works, and I can feel the possessiveness surge within me.
Then, I catch it. Her gaze. The way her eyes soften, lingering on him—not with the defiance she reserves for me, not with the fire that keeps me on edge, but with something quieter. Almost... tender. She watches him, her lips parted just slightly, and through the binding, I feel it. A flicker of warmth, of reluctant gratitude or maybe something more, directed at Torin.
It twists in my chest, sharp and foreign. Jealousy. The emotion surges through me, hot and irrational, a sensation I’ve never associated with Torin—or anyone, for that matter. It’s absurd. I’ve never been the type to care, to covet. And yet, the way she looks at him, even for a second, ignites something primal and unrelenting in me.
“Get your hands off her,” I hiss, stepping forward, the words a guttural snarl.
Torin looks up, amused, his grin widening as though he can feel the fury rolling off me in waves. “Relax, Alpha,” he says, his tone deliberately casual as he finishes wiping her skin. “I’m just being thorough.”
My fists curl tighter, the weight of the binding amplifying everything I feel. The heat of her attention, fleeting as it was, still burns in my veins, making me want to rip Torin away from her and remind her exactly who she belongs to.
I barely register Torin’s laugh as he tosses the cloth aside with exaggerated flair, stepping back with his hands raised mockingly. “All yours. We'll play later, kitten,” he says with a wink before sauntering out, but his lingering smirk sets my teeth on edge.
I don’t watch him leave. I can’t. My focus is on her, on the residual warmth of her gaze that I can still feel like a phantom touch. And it’s enough to tighten my grip on control, my voice a sharp growl as I turn my attention fully to her.
She pulls herself together quickly, adjusting her clothes with trembling hands, her cheeks flushed. The vulnerability in her posture twists something in my chest—an unfamiliar pang of guilt I quickly bury.
Her voice cuts through the silence, sharp and brittle. “You made me do it.”
My vision tunnels, her words igniting a rage that I hadn’t expected. I’m on her before she can take another breath, one hand fisting in the fabric of her shirt as I push her roughly against the wall. Her eyes widen, but there’s no fear there—only fury and defiance.
“Don’t you ever say that,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. “The one thing I will never do to a woman is take them without their consent. You think I’m a monster? Fine. But don’t you dare accuse me of that.”
She tries to speak, but I press closer, my body caging hers against the wall. “You wanted it,” I hiss, my tone razor-sharp. “Tell me you didn’t, and I’ll walk away right now.”
Her jaw tightens, her lips pressing into a thin line, but her silence speaks volumes. I lean in, my breath hot against her ear. “I told you to say the word. To tell me to stop. And you didn’t. So don’t stand there and act like I forced you into something you wanted just as much as I did.”
Her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling against mine. I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, my expression hard and unyielding. “Say it,” I demand. “Admit it.”
She glares at me, her lips trembling with words she doesn’t want to say. The defiance in her eyes flickers, giving way to something else—something raw and undeniable. Finally, she exhales shakily, the words tumbling out like a reluctant confession.
“I wanted it,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
A dark, satisfied smile curves my lips as I step back, releasing her. “Good,” I murmur, my tone softer now, though no less commanding. “Next time you try to deny it, remember this moment. Remember how you begged me for more without saying a word.”
Her eyes blaze with a mix of anger and humiliation, and I turn away, giving her space. “Get dressed,” I say over my shoulder, my voice firm but not unkind. “We’re not done talking.”