Chapter 33 #3
I grab his dark hair and pull it back, forcing his chin up. He closes his eyes and groans again as I lick the thick veins that trail up his neck. I lean in toward his ear.
“Listen to me, Wolf. I will never beg. Not for you, not for anyone.” I can feel the Wolf’s thundering heartbeat beneath the palm of my hand where I’m digging into his chest. His arousal makes my own heartbeat faster.
He groans. “Red, you can’t play hard to get with me. I can feel how wet you are for me.”
I refuse to let him take the upper hand in this conversation. “And another thing.” I tug his hair back a little further. “I haven’t forgotten your lies, Wolf.” My power ignites inside of me in a dangerous flare. “You used me. Tomorrow, we might all be dead. So, tonight, I’m going to use you.”
His eyes grow dark with a lusty sheen. “You think you can just order me around, Fox Heir?”
“Yes. I do.”
In one swift motion, he pins me against the stone wall and presses the tip of his cock to my entrance, both a promise and a dare. A fluttering moan slips from my lips as a desperate need consumes me.
“You’d better commit this to memory,” I say, breathless. “Because your lying tongue will never get a taste of me again.”
He smirks. “We’ll see about that.”
Shadows erupt around us as he thrusts into me.
There’s no gentle easing with Tristan, no love-struck tenderness.
This is pure instinct. I knew it was coming, but the sudden fullness makes me gasp.
Warmth spreads throughout my body, from the tips of my fingers down to my toes.
I’m glad for the cloak of his shadow, because I know I won’t be able to control my power anymore.
I am lit from within, my power surging through me.
I take what I desire. Every last inch of it.
The muscles in his neck strain as I work him like I own him, grinding my hips with wild abandon.
His eyelids are heavy, and he’s looking at me with an intensity that makes me squeeze my thighs tighter around his waist. With one hand, I brace against the stone wall for support as he plunges into me again, and again.
“Gods, Red,” he gasps, his breath hot against my neck.
He groans as my body clenches around him. My hips grind, taking him deeper.
“Do you think you’ll dream of this until your dying breath?” I nip at the shell of his ear, and goosebumps erupt all over his skin.
“Yes.” He shivers.
I lift myself off his cock, pull his face toward mine, and whisper. “I want to hear you beg.”
He laughs low, and the rumble of it sends a thrill of pleasure through me.
“For that cunt, I’d do almost anything.”
He tries to pull my hips back down, but I’m not finished torturing him yet. “Beg.” I nip his earlobe with my teeth.
“A Wolf is not a pet. I don’t beg for treats.”
“No?” I reach under my wet thigh, bending to take his tight sack into my hand with a gentle squeeze.
The sound that comes from Tristan’s chest is more animal than man. He leans his head forward, onto my breasts. When he looks up at me, his eyes aren’t playful anymore. They’re ravenous.
He turns away from the stone wall, taking me with him.
In one swipe of his arm, he knocks debris from the tabletop as he repositions me on a rough worn table.
Rolls of parchment, dried-up inkwells, and dusty gloves clatter to the ground as I lie back.
My power is surging inside of me in a delicious, swirling heat.
“Fucking please.” His words are tense, desperate.
“Oh, alright.” I tighten my thighs around his hips and pull him back inside me. He fills me so much, I turn my head to muffle a scream of pleasure into my arm.
There’s a wicked glint in Tristan’s eyes as he grinds his hips, driving deeper into me with violent thrusts. Stars erupt in front of my eyes as I near that mounting, desperate release. I angle my hips to take him deeper.
We have no restraint, no control, no care in the world outside of pushing each other to the limits right here on this table. Pleasure builds inside of me to a desperate peak, leaving me breathless.
I force myself to sit up on my elbows and grab his chin roughly, making him look into my eyes.
“Look at me, Wolf,” I say. “This is the only time you’ll ever see this.” I spread my knees, giving him a full view of where his body joins with mine as I grind into him.
He groans but obeys. “You’ll fuck me again, Red. I promise you that.” He rubs his hands over by belly, my breasts, and then …
My body clenches around his. We stare at each other with a mixture of fury, desire, and desperation before my body is consumed by the delicious fullness of him inside me.
My sex is throbbing and wet, dripping in a way I never knew a woman could as waves of pleasure crash over me repeatedly. I am breathless, drowning in light.
And then we do it all a second time.
I almost regret promising that he’ll never make my body tremble like this again.
When we’re spent, gasping on the cold, stone ground, I can’t help but wonder ... How could anyone cower in the face of Death when you could shatter on the cock of a Wolf instead?