Chapter 16
Ethan
The heavy stone in my chest wouldn’t subside.
The thought of Osyrius trying to abduct Millie made me want to do terrible things.
To rip him limb from limb. To taste his blood and paint the Tupilaq pack’s compound with it.
All things I was going to do when I got the chance.
But until then, I was swimming in this ocean of rage and anger that wouldn’t abate until I got justice for my mate.
However, tonight I had to calm the storm brewing in my body, soul, and mind. The one that would not settle down until I buried myself in my mate, until I made her completely mine in every conceivable way a lover could be.
“We better get packed then,” Millie’s eyes perceptively clocked my hand as it reached for my belt, and her pupils immediately dilated with the obvious implication.
“We will,” I returned before doubling up the leather and slapping my open palm with it. “After you do something for me, first.”
Her eyelids drooped several degrees as she considered my words. “Anything.”
That statement of hers was dangerous. That she would give me whatever I wanted without once asking the price told me all I needed to know about this woman.
She was mine—wholly and completely—and I was hers.
I’d been hers for so long, I couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t my most important concern.
“Take your clothes off, Princess,” I ordered, feeling my dominant ware rise to the surface as I considered all the filthy things I wanted to do to my mate. “Then, turn around and get on your knees.”
Like a good little omega, Millie stripped down to her underwear and panties.
Tossing a sexy look over her shoulder, she dragged down the straps of her simple white, cotton bra.
She could have been wearing the most expensive lingerie in the world, but nothing would have made me more attracted to her than I was in this moment.
Her breasts bounced free of their constraints, and she cupped them in her small hands. The bountiful excess overran her palm and peeked out the side. When she began to pinch her nipples to stimulate herself, my inner alpha growled.
“Get onto your knees, omega. You aren’t allowed any pleasure until I say so,” I bluntly commanded.
Millie got onto her knees and spread her thighs wide so I could see the pink flesh of her already gleaming wet pussy lips on full display. I might be the one in the power seat right now, but damn, this woman one hundred percent owned my ass.
Taking my belt, I gave it another crack on my hand to let her know what was coming. That woke her up from her desirous haze.
“What are you doing?” She stammered, as she eyed the belt like it was a viper set to strike.
“I’m about to punish your pretty ass for what happened at the coffee shop,” I explained, matter-of-factly.
“What? Punish me!” She spat over her bare shoulder. “What did I do wrong?”
“You used that tight little pussy of yours to get me to agree to let you keep your job, after I told you there was no need to work,” I informed her, angrier with myself than with my mate.
I knew I shouldn’t have let her out of the house when things were so precarious, but she’d played me like a fiddle and I’d caved. Now I was teaching her she couldn’t get away with such tactics anymore. Well, not as often, or when it was concerning something so dangerous, anyway.
Millie snorted. “It sounds like you have a discipline issue, Ethan. Not me.”
I smiled darkly at her cheek. “Yes, I guess you’re right, but now I’m making that issue yours. No matter how bad it hurts, don’t reach for the belt. If you need to, kneel on your hands to keep them from reaching back.”
“Wait, Ethan, you don’t have to do this,” she argued, but I was no longer able to hear her words. My inner animal was speaking to hers, and she was telling me something much different than her lips.
The first touch of the leather was the equivalent of a gentle kiss. It brushed the skin, but only just barely.
“Fuck!” Millie swore, but did not, to my welcome surprise, cover her ass with her hands.
The belt left a narrow streak of red across her rear that was like a pretty little landing strip for my pulsing dick.
Telling myself it wouldn’t be long until I was inside that virgin hole of hers, making it gape for me, caused tingles to skitter throughout my whole body.
The anticipation was so strong, I could barely contain it.
The only thing that allowed me to hold it together was knowing exactly how good it would feel once I breached her tightest opening, making her completely and wholly mine.
“What an obedient little omega,” I cooed, fingering the red welt that was rising on the tiny patch of skin I’d marred, a mark that was about to be joined by several more prominent ones.
“I want to reward you for being so sweet. For every five strikes this ass willingly takes, I’m going to fuck your pussy ten strokes. Does that sound good, Princess?”
From the flood that was leaking out of her pink slit, I knew it did.
Flames of desire erupted into life behind Millie’s beautiful eyes as they crashed into mine. “Yes,” she grudgingly agreed. “But twenty seems more fair than—”
I cut her off with another artful strike of my belt. “That greedy cunt of yours gets ten strokes! That’s final. If you argue again with your alpha, I won’t let you cum at all. I’ll just pump my cum into your ass and leave you unsatisfied.”
I could see the Herculean effort Millie was making to hold back her sass. But she really wanted to cum, and she knew I was going to get her there, so she capitulated.
“Fine. Ten works, I guess.”
Chuckling to myself, I demanded, “Spread your knees wider. I want to see that pussy weep for me as I work you over with my belt.”
Millie obliged and opened her stance. Immediately the smell of her sex curled up to my nostrils and struck me in the chest with its elemental power.
Fuck me! I’d never known something that smelled better than my mate’s pussy in my entire life.
The power of her scent knocked me for a loop and caused the majority of my blood to head south to my already throbbing cock.
Without any warning, I brought the belt down again.
This time, fractionally harder. More prepared this time, Millie absorbed the blow with a measured grunt.
The third red streak quickly became the mate to the first two and made me suck in a breath of sheer lust. As I let loose four more, my breath grew as ragged as my little wanton mate’s.
After her first set of swats, she wiggled her ass at me like live bait. I watched as her slick dripped down her thighs, adding even more of a delicious aroma to the already heavily perfumed air.
She didn’t have to remind me of our deal. After all, I’d been the one to make it, and not just to tease her. Doing so would be just much torture, if not more, for me. I’d made it because I needed inside of all her holes tonight. Nothing else would do.
Sluicing my cockhead between her swollen pussy lips, I dredged myself in her juices. Very slowly, I nudged the head inside, relishing her tight walls crushing against my turgid flesh.
When she tried to rush my entry by forcing back her hips, I stilled them with my large hands. “You’ll take what you’re given,” I reminded her, before sliding inch by torturous inch inside her silken sheath.
Her whimpering made me want to capitulate, but I held firm.
Some things couldn’t be rushed. Plus, I needed her leaking like a faucet before I plumbed her ass for the first time.
Nothing was going to completely erase the pain, but I could at least dull it if her body was soaked in lust-inducing pheromones and providing the lubricant that would ease my way inside.
“Don’t tease me, Ethan. You know I need it hard. Please give it to me how I like,” she desperately begged.
Gritting my teeth with the willpower it took to maintain a steady pace, I said, “Obedient omegas get fucked hard. Bad omegas get teased.”
Before I knew it, I’d given her ten thrusts and had to force myself to pull out of the sweetest pussy that had ever existed.
This time, Millie wiggled her ass at me for the belt and I obliged. We took turns then, five strikes of my belt to ten strokes of my cock. The combination was headier than I could have ever imagined. Especially as her ass heated and her juices flowed.
As I fucked her cunt, I began to tease that puckered hole a few inches above it. At first, Millie tried skirting away from my touch, but soon, she was accepting it like a champ.
Thinking it was time to take the next step, I lubed up my index finger and pressed beyond her knotted hole. It was so tight, I began to worry that I might not be able to stick my dick in there. But, after a few gentle strokes, it loosened up for a second finger, and then a third.
Soon, Millie was moaning and writhing on my dick. That’s when I realized I’d given her far more than ten strokes that I’d promised her.
“You naughty little omega, gorging on my cock,” I accused, feeding my shaft into that deliciously slick channel of hers. “You know what happens to naughty little omegas, don’t you, Princess?”
Millie began to growl like she wouldn’t be denied the orgasm she was building up to, so I answered my own question in a voice rough with uncontrollable desire. “They get fucked, hard, right in their virgin assholes!”
Millie
Holy shit! Did Ethan just say he was going to… fuck me in the ass? I hope he did, because, with his thick fingers inside me, and his cock drilling into my pussy, there was nothing I wanted more.
“I’m glad I was a bad girl then,” I shot back over my shoulder, as I pumped my hips in time with his finger and cock, “because I want your big dick inside all of me tonight.”
Ethan’s grey-blue eyes darkened with lust. “Is that so?”
I nodded, meaning every word I’d just said, though I was also afraid of what was about to happen.