Chapter 10
Síofra stirred on the makeshift bed, the quilt clutched in damp fists. Her skin burned like liquid fire, every breath dragging against her ribs.
The need was a sickness spreading through her blood.
Her body was a traitor. Every nerve felt alive, every brush of the quilt against her thighs unbearable.
Her breasts ached, heavy and swollen, her nipples painfully tight against the thin fabric of her tank.
Between her legs, heat pulsed, sharp and insistent, soaking the furs beneath her and gently pulsing with desire.
She slipped her hand into her panties to rub her clit in urgent passes before inserting a finger into her clenching wetness. But that only made the ache worse.
She rolled onto her side, biting back a whimper. The cavern spun. Why is this happening?
Her mind chased fragments: Morgan’s voice, low and rough-You’re going into heat. His eyes, glowing gold one moment, blue the next. The demon’s laughter curling through the air. Flame-haired goddess… ripe… fragrant…Ashmedai
He was not of this world with ebony horns glowing with fire, skin like midnight and a face that was only vaguely human with a flattened nose, high cheekbones and a mouth full of sharp teeth. He towered over Morgan, easily seven feet.
She was distracted as a wave of heat crashed through her, leaving her trembling. She tried to fight it, tried to will her body to calm, but every inhalation filled her lungs with his scent-smoke, cedar, peppermint, wolf. It only made it worse.
Her body wanted. Though she didn’t understand it, her body called to him.
And under it all, the sharpest fear- if Morgan didn’t do something, she was going to lose herself entirely.
She twisted in the sheets, sweat slicking her temples, whispering his name even though he wasn’t there.
“Morgan…”
She needed Morgan..she needed him and he wasn't here..where was he?
She was vaguely aware of his smell enveloping her,calming her as he felt her forehead before he pulled her onto his lap and cuddled her, his hard cock throbbing between her buttocks.
She tried to avert her gaze, to deny his pull but the heat in her flesh refused to be ignored.
What madness was this? She did not want to be this…
this sex crazed beast. She should not want any of this.
And yet… her pulse throbbed, traitorous and insistent.
Morgan seemed unfazed by her sudden descent into nymphomania. “Let me help you,” he asked as the scruff from his chin rubbed the delicate skin of her neck, “Let me make you feel better.”
Her lips parted, denial forming. “Please” Her palms pressed against his chest to push him away, but the contact startled her. His warm body dwarfed hers-muscle like slabs of stone beneath her hands. Instead of shoving, her fingers clenched, curling against him, petting when she should be resisting.
“It will work,” he murmured to himself, claiming her hand and pressing it firmer to his chest. “You were made for me. Sometimes the first time is uncomfortable. If the alpha is a bastard, there might be pain. But my cock can and will go all the way into your sweet little pussy, one way or another. With a little patience, the knot will go too. I have never knotted anyone before. That will happen only with you. I am patient, Síofra. I’d rather it be uncomfortable than painful. ”
His lips brushed the column of her throat, laying kisses that set fire to her nerves. “Now, my little mate, I am going to fuck and claim you…” His teeth nipped her skin, drawing a shiver through her. “…that is not a choice anymore.”
Síofra could only nod her head and hold tight as impatient hands tore off her shorts and panties and then made quick work of her tank.
She hadn't worn a bra, it was so hot. He pulled her back onto his lap where they sat skin to skin.
Sharp teeth held her nape as one large arm encircled her neck while the other hand trailed down her soft belly, lingering there to squeeze the flesh before creeping down to her shaved pussy.
A maddeningly gentle finger circled her clit, rubbing in circles before plunging one large finger into her soaked pussy.
Eager inner flesh clenched and pulled as he moved his finger in and out as if they had all the time in the world.
She was unable to stop her hips from moving against his thrusting finger which edged her close but not close enough.
“Clench that pretty pussy for me” he ordered, his breath moving through her hair as he watched his finger moving in and out.
Her body clenched at his words, a groan slipping past her lips. Shame flushed her cheeks. What kind of deviant creature was she to be aroused by the sinful image of Morgan forcing her to accept every inch of his cock?
“Not enough,” she whispered, voice trembling.
“Good girl.” His approval rumbled low, stirring heat in her belly.
Releasing her, he stepped away from his grappling hands as his scent filled her lungs and left her dizzy.
His fingers lifted her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his.
His thumb brushed over her nose, smearing her wetness with a smirk before his eyes darkened.
Then he plunged the finger in his mouth and licked it clean.
“Delicious”
“God, you are a beautiful little thing,” he said. “I should feel bad about how much I want to ruin your tight little cunt. But I am your alpha and this pussy is mine.”
Many believed only werewolves can mate alphas. But Síofra, small and uncertain, appealed to everything in him. She would need taming, coaxing, training to accept him… and he relished the thought. He never realized he had such proclivities until he laid eyes on Síofra.
Her little body betrayed her more honestly than words ever could.
He could smell her arousal, sharp and sweet.
Her luminous green eyes looked like an abyss with the pupils swallowing the green.
Their bed was cramped, yes, but lined with sheets,furs and thick blankets.
A nest. A place he could claim her. Her scent of orange blossoms lingered heavy in the air, already saturating it. Soon his scent would drown it out.
There was a mixture of lust and panic as she backed away until her back was to the wall.
He was naked from the hunt but couldn't leave her to wash. He caught hold of one dainty ankle to pull her closer. She gasped, trying to still his hands, but he let go of the ankle to capture her wrists and pin them at the small of her back. His growl deepened, a warning not to test him.
Her body trembled, fear and arousal wound together, the sweet tang of it intoxicating him. “Clench your pussy,” he ordered, low.
Her eyes widened. “What? Why?”
The sharp smack of his palm landed on her bottom. “Do not question me. Clench, then relax.”
Her lips parted on a breath, her face flushing as she obeyed. His hand pressed against her belly, savoring the subtle flex. “Does it feel good?” She didn’t answer quickly enough, and he spanked her again.
“Yes!” she gasped.
He rewarded her with a rough caress, palming her breast, teasing her nipple until it pebbled under his thumb. “These beautiful little tits,” he muttered. “I cannot wait until they nurse my pup.”
Síofra’s gasp was soft, half protest, half need. Her hips rolled against his touch, betraying her.
“You’ll make a good little breeder,” Morgan said, lost to the image. “Do you like that, my little pussy? Being trained and bred?”
“God… yes.”
Her admission nearly undid him. He dropped her onto the nest of blankets, watching as she propped herself on her elbows, lips parted, nipples flushed from his touch.
Desire narrowed his focus to the smarting of freckles that dusted her chest. He held back, his cock straining, but he did not give her what she needed yet.
Not until she was desperate enough to forget her inhibitions. When lust overtook caution.
Crawling over her, he claimed her lips, swallowing her groans as she twisted beneath him. She fought and opened at once, writhing but yielding. He shackled her throat with his hand again, forcing her eyes to his.
“Open your legs.”
Her breath caught in her throat, but she obeyed.
Slowly, reluctantly, her thighs parted. His knees pressed between them, forcing her wider.
Her pussy lips glistened with arousal, and the sight of her laid bare beneath him made his cock throb painfully.
An ebony hand materialised from the side of Morgan’s torso.
They both watched as the claws retracted and first one then two fingers plunged into her, making her let out a startled gasp.
Morgan stilled, then watched as the hand continued to explore her as he held her still. He could feel the wetness of her coating those fingers.
“What a sweet little mate,” he growled. “All spread open and vulnerable before her alpha.”
Síofra shivered, hands fisting in the bedding, her body caught between terror and need. Morgan’s nostrils flared, his entire being consumed by the compulsion to claim, to fill, to mark. The moment had come.
As he leaned in, Síofra steeled herself for the moment his lips would enclose the stiff peak of her nipple.
“Oh!” The exclamation slipped from her lips when he took just the tip, suckling gently. The rough scrape of his stubble tickled her skin, making her squirm. She wanted more. Everything felt hazy ,like she was submerged in a vat of honey.
Distantly, she knew it would hurt when he finally claimed her, but that worry barely grazed her mind.
His mouth opened wider, pulling half her breast into the hot wetness of his mouth.
Her back arched off the mattress, the sharp sensation sending nerves singing to life and dampness pooling between her thighs as Ashmedai’s fingers worked inside her.