Chapter 32
CHAPTER
THIRTY-TWO
Stephan
I ’m the king of assholes.
She’s orgasmic like she should be with her mate, but even as I withdraw from her sweet, tight body, I can feel that beat in her, the hunger for more.
Right now, she probably doesn’t understand what that craving’s for, beyond the initial orgasm and pleasure I can give her. But she will.
It’s in her nature. Like it’s in mine.
The urge to rut, for me to knot, that thing that’ll give her untold pleasure, and just maybe end in pregnancy.
And death.
I lost one love.
I’m not losing another.
But Violet, the eternal good girl who can dance more seductively than an angel who’s fallen, is obedient and I fucking love that. She’s quivering as she turns. I stroke a hand over her ass. So tight and sweet, I can’t resist biting her, and she moans.
I go lower, and flip underneath her, so she’s essentially sitting on my face, and the view’s stunning. Christ, this cunt is a work of art.
I try to calm the urge to rut her. It’s why I’m beneath her, why I pulled out. I can’t rut her. If I do, I’ll fucking knot.
But I know how to please my little pristine princess with the slight praise kink.
I breathe.
Slowly, I draw her down so I can run my tongue over her sweet, hot flesh. She’s a mix of slick and juices, and she’s beyond delicious. I suck on her inner lips, her outer ones. Then I thrust my tongue into her, and she moans low and starts to move.
Violet sighs as I move up to the prize of her clit, and I start to lick and toy with it, loving how she pushes into me, how she’s teetering on pure instinct. I push my fingers into her; the flutters of her pussy are a delight, and I slowly ease my thumb back into her ass.
It’s tight, too. That stretch that makes my cock twitch. Almost as good as the stretch of her pussy. But her ass is an option. All those nerve endings…and I can knot and release there if I can’t control myself.
But with her so new at this, that will take time.
Then there’s her mouth…
I start to thrust into her, licking, sucking, trying to get my fill, and she cries out as she comes hard, grinding down on me, trying to pull away the moment it gets to be too much.
And I softly bite her clit. That makes her scream, makes her dig into my scalp as she rubs on my face. I pull back, letting her think the ebb’s the end.
It isn’t.
I need more of her. So much more.
I’m going to have to come, I know that.
My balls ache, my cock is aching, too, and the pressure to release is building toward explosion.
But I hold it, because there’s something in that denial, something that I know will increase my pleasure when I give in, but I need her to come more.
I need to try and milk her dry of pleasure until she’s boneless, mine, nothing more than a vessel for me to bend and mold to my will.
I can’t fucking wait to fuck her mouth.
I keep thrusting my fingers into her, and I start to push her through the orgasm, shifting the pressure to her ass, more thrust, deeper, until she starts to grind again, her clit throbbing on my tongue.
I lick, suck, and as I do, I keep thrusting into both holes, keep building her until she screams once more, and everything in her spasms. Clit, ass, cunt.
Easing out, I roll her to her back and kiss her deeply, taking my time to touch and stroke her, to calm and build her back. And then I look at her. “We’re not done.”
“I want…I want…I want your knot.”
Those are dangerous words, and I hold them at bay.
This time, she’s how I want her, stripped back of everything but her innate honesty, her eagerness to please, and I coil my hand in her hair and pull her head up to me. “I’m going to teach you how to give head. And then I’m going to fuck your mouth and come.”
“Yes.”
“Look at you…” I sit up and pull her around my cock, heavy, hard. She’s clumsy, boneless as she slides on the bed. I help her off it, pushing her down to kneel on the floor between my legs, and Violet looks up at me, utter perfection. “Such a good girl.”
A shiver runs through her. I can almost see it dance over her skin.
I’m so on the verge that her sucking me is going to take a Herculean effort not to fucking come immediately.
So I toy with her, tweaking her nipples, watching those shivers of need dance.
“You know,” I say, pulling her up as I lean over to kiss and nibble at her lips, “for someone who can’t stand being the center of attention, you’re lapping it up right now.”
I sit back, loosening my hand a little, and with my other one I start to slowly stroke myself.
“N-No.”
“Yes, Princess. You’re lapping it up, aren’t you? The star in my world, in my fucking fantasies, that’s you right now.”
“I just want to make you happy.”
I sigh and take one of her hands, and I wrap it around my cock in lieu of my own hand. Little shivers of hot and cold dance over me at that light grip. “Then make me happy, learn how to please me. There’s no formula, just do it.”
I want to push her out into the unknown, see what happens .
“What do I do?”
“Put your mouth on me.”
She doesn’t move, just jerks my dick in delicate strokes that drive me crazy. Then she moves in and starts to lick at me, and I nearly lose my fucking mind.
Her tongue is pleasure, torture, and the promise of something more. It takes everything I have not to direct or instruct as she explores, her other hand coming to my balls to touch and squeeze.
She could go harder, but there’s something in her princess-delicate ways that drives an Alpha out of his head and into rut space.
But I don’t go there. Can’t. I somehow manage to stay away from that madness, just outside it, and I sink down into her ministrations.
The lapping, soothing, torturous tongue, her fingers as they squeeze and glide, and then…
Oh. Fuck .
She opens up her mouth and wraps her lips around my head, her tongue sliding under the edge, along that highly sensitive spot, and she jumps as my cock twitches.
I let go of her and bend over to fist my hands into the sheets as she starts to lick and suck. I’m big so she has to stretch, and I’m cataloguing all the differences with her mouth to her cunt.
Here she’s soft and hard, the dichotomy making me ache more. Her teeth are a scrape against me, and she starts to drool as she takes me so far that I hit the back of her throat.
Soft heat and wetness. Smooth, hard roughness .
The two go together in ways I never thought about, ways I don’t think I’ll now stop obsessing over.
She lurches, coming up and sucking in a deep breath before she goes down again. Up and down, no rhyme to it, no rhythm. And because she doesn’t have an agenda, I’m being fucking tortured.
Violet gets me to a place where the pleasure starts to build and build, and then she abruptly changes, and it dissipates.
If I could bottle her learning technique as a device for sadism, I’d be richer still.
Then something snaps in me. The way she’s drooling, half choking, makes everything so fucking slick I can glide, and I need to be deeper. I need that control.
“Good girl. What a fucking great job, Princess.”
She makes a sobbing sound, and I thrust up, choking it off. I ease her head off me.
“I don’t know what to do.” Her hazel eyes are so big and pleading. Her dark hair is a mess still coiled in my hand, and I fucking love it.
“I’m going to fuck your throat, Princess. I don’t think I can be gentle with it, though. Ready?”
“Yes. I can handle it.”
“Let’s see just how well you please me.”
And I meet her gaze as I guide her mouth back to my cock. This time, I’m in the driver’s seat. I have many reasons. I don’t want her to think she’s doing it wrong; I don’t want to get lost in this and lose the edge.
I need to fucking come. In her. Any way I can.
So I start to thrust, guiding her with my hand on the back of her head, and she picks up where she was, not so delicate this time.
Violet is learning to read the smallest things so she can please me, make me happy. And she’s sucking harder as I get rougher. The power surges through me, the aching need. The push to come.
I start to lose control. I’m panting, grunting. My cock in her throat is exquisite, a thing I could live on for life. And I want to destroy that goodness, tear it down and rebuild it just for me.
I want to master her, rule her, make me her reason for being. Make her the perfect fucking Omega. My Omega. My mate, my creature for pleasure.
I want to watch her beg and crawl to me. I want to watch her come so hard from me knotting that?—
Fuck. Fuck . I start hammering into her now. I don’t care in that moment that she’s struggling, making choking noises. I make her take me so fucking deep I’m marking her everywhere, and my spine and skin are sparking now.
My balls are so high, tight, the ache almost unbearable, bordering on pain, and then I come. The pleasure floods me as my cock jerks and empties into her throat.
And then with one last twitch, I pull her off me, and she comes up with a heaving intake of breath, her face wet with drool and tears. And incredibly, she comes back, licking me, sucking at the tip that’s so sensitive I almost shriek.
She cleans me, the perfect Omega, the perfect girl, my mate, and her long licks soothe the beast that still prowls within my skin, the one that wants the ultimate release.
I pull her into my arms and I kiss her, licking up her tears, taking her mouth in deep, slow kisses that drown me in her. And then I pick her up and carry her to the bathroom.
I turn on the shower and wash her clean of her blockers, of our mixed sex scents, of the sweat and the fluids that cling still between her thighs. I turn this into a ritual for her, to show her she’s important, special, a high goddess, my goddess.
I’m a mess, a total wreck. My thoughts are scattered except for one thing.
Now I’ve had her, I’m never going to let her go.