Chapter 36 #2
The heel of Luke’s hand slams onto my clit and his hand cuts off my air supply.
I’m fraught and needy, a mess of pleasure and pain, of want and desperation.
My body moves for Luke, obeying him and shattering as an orgasm tears through me and I try to scream.
I can’t get the air out and my vision narrows, colors exploding through my reality as I shudder and shake, coming apart for Luke.
“Good fucking girl.”
My nails claw his hand as darkness closes in on me and Luke eases his grip. I snatch a frantic breath and the acid burn brings a bite of pain that draws my orgasm out, prolonging the pleasure breaking through me.
“Open.”
Luke yanks his trousers down and climbs on top of me, barely giving me time to part my lips before he shoves his rock hard cock in my mouth.
He doesn’t wait for me to adjust, moving with complete disregard for the way the difficult angle makes me gag.
Luke’s cock is big enough to make me choke with every thrust, and the man refuses to let up, fucking my face as the hand around my throat stops me moving.
“Your mouth is so perfect,” he moans, his hips connecting with my face between every goddamn word. “Suck my cock like a good little whore.”
Saliva drools down my face as I relax my cheeks, letting him use my mouth for his pleasure. My clit’s still sensitive but it starts throbbing again and I’m well aware I’m getting off on this too. Luke’s rough and frantic, aggressive and unrestrained, his cock moving freely and weeping precum.
“I’ll fuck your perfect cunt soon, sweetheart,” he rasps. “I want deeper down your throat first.”
His hips press against me and I gag, struggling to breathe as his cock slides down my throat. His hands hold me against him and I swallow around him, eliciting low moans as Luke enjoys the sensation as my mouth tightens around him.
Luke pulls out and I gasp, snatching a breath of air as his now free hand yanks my knee up. He drops between my knees and runs his cock over me, making me writhe against him.
His hand slaps my face lightly and my mouth falls open.
“Behave, Nia—and open your fucking mouth like that again and I’ll fuck it until you’re drowning in my come.”
I’m so lost in my arousal that I don’t give a shit how degrading any of this is. I’m oblivious to anything other than Luke and the pleasure and pain he’s inflicting, held by him in these moments and my hips buck again as he lines his cock up with my entrance.
“This is going to hurt, pretty girl.”
I nod.
“You’re going to take my fucking cock, yeah?”
I nod.
“Good fucking slut.”
Luke slams inside me and I scream his name, clinging to his cock as if it’s the only thing tying me to reality.
It might as well be and Luke groans as he moves so damn hard it catches every time.
He’s so deep it’s impossible and the pain and pleasure are too intense.
It’s too damn much. It’s impossible for me to keep up with him as he fucks me hard and fast.
My legs tremble and heat spreads over my chest and a second orgasm threatens to break. Luke slaps my face again and I moan, still enjoying every second of this.
“Don’t you dare come.”
He pulls my knee higher up and the angle is exquisite. I scream and moan, and Luke ignores it all. His fingers grip my windpipe and his cock impales me again and again, his rhythm relentless and his need beyond me.
“My perfect fucking whore needs breeding.”
I moan and shudder, too excited and far too close to freefalling off the edge and into excitement.
“Good slut,” he grunts. “I’m going to flood your pussy with my come and you’re taking every fucking drop, Nia. All of it. Every goddamn drop of come.”
Another moan escapes my lips and Luke loses all control. His rhythm becomes deranged and chaotic, his breathing turns ragged. The emotions flowing into me are as charged and needy as mine and I release, letting myself go as I surrender to the inevitable.
Luke’s grip on my neck grows firmer and I gasp, drawing one last frantic breath before my orgasm breaks.
I shatter again, overcome with heat that burns through me as the flames scorch my core.
My chest flushes and the warmth creeps up my neck, spreading over my face as I stare up at Luke, watching his mouth fall open as he comes.
His thrusts are wild and his roar even wilder. It’s a primitive, deep, and dark cry that’s possessive and filled with pleasure. His fingers dig into my throat one last time as his movements slow and his body relaxes.
“So pretty,” he rasps.
His hand opens and I gasp, drawing in the air I need again.
“So very pretty when you come for me.”
I smile and sink into the sofa, easing back as Luke stops moving. We’re still connected, still staring at each other with the same lust filled eyes. His irises ripple with a blue flame that’s barely faded and I smile as I pant, certain we’re not done, not by a long way.
I groan and move as his cock swells, my body adjusting as his knot starts to form. He’ll hold me here, making damn sure I know he owns me and my cunt.
“You’re learning.” His smile is vicious, and I love it.
“You’re not.” Mine is soft and it makes his harder.
“Gods, I love you, Nia. You’re the perfect fuck toy and I adore you, pretty girl.”
I giggle and his fingers brush my skin, their tips finding the perfect spot on my neck.
Another pulse of pleasure washes over me as Luke teases my neck and his weight holds me under him.
Warmth spreads through me too and my skin glows, the heat of my orgasm still radiating from me as I bask in its aftermath.
His fingers brush over the swell of my stomach and I sigh.
“Soon, sweetheart,” he whispers. “Soon your perfect little body will be ready to grow my pups. I want you swollen and uncomfortable, your perfect tits heaving and ready to nurse our babies. We’re having lots, in case you’re wondering.
” His eyes flick back up to mine. “I want a whole pack of them, Nia. Litter after litter.”
I’m still not ready. He knows it. I know it.
Our wolves know it too, and Luke and I smile at each other as his knot takes hold.
I’m his and I’m not going anywhere. I don’t want to be anywhere but here and I sigh, delighted I’m going to be sore in all the right ways by the time Luke’s finished with me.