Chapter 27
YIRI
I was with Evik, overseeing his negotiations with a sellah supplier when I got Xokat’s message.
“Handle this,” I said to Evik, interrupting the supplier’s complaint about our proposed price. “I have to take care of something.”
I was back in the cruiser before he could answer. It was good for him to deal with this shit on his own, anyway. Zacal wouldn’t like it, but I was a mated male now. I had more responsibilities. And Evik, soon to be mated as well, needed more responsibilities to keep him in line.
The trip back to Covara was only about forty minutes, but it felt like a year.
I resisted the urge to look at the image again through sheer force of will.
If I did, I might order a hit on Xokat and miss out on the pleasure of killing him myself.
What the fuck was he thinking making an image like that of another man’s Ibar chosen mate? My mate. Dumbass little shit.
I spotted Cora still on the terrace as I flew over the estate and landed on the beach.
Still wearing that little dress and those sexy shoes that messed with my head.
Was she doing it on purpose? She had to be.
She was poking around in my search files, and then this?
Wicked, ruthless female. It was one thing to withhold her invitation from me.
That was her right. But to bait me this way?
Rivals tried to double-cross me, made attempts on my life, and tried to sabotage my business plans.
It was part of life as an Ahlon. But no one had ever goaded me this way.
Outright taunted me with something I wanted and refused to deliver.
It shouldn’t have made my blood hum with excitement, but here we were.
My Aneah was a devious, dangerous little creature, and if she wasn’t careful, she might get someone killed today. I’d never loved her more.
Xokat was standing at attention when I stormed onto the terrace.
“Delete that from your frame!” I barked. “You’re fucking fired.”
“No, he isn’t,” Cora said, leaning a hip against the stone railing. “I asked him to take it, the wind caught my skirt, and then I sent it to you and immediately deleted it.”
I jerked my head at the house. “Go.” Xokat bolted, looking ill as he fled. I’d deal with him later. But first, my wife.
I charged forward, unstoppable. We had some things to get straight between us, and I was done waiting. She wanted me. I could smell her desire every time I was near her. I didn’t know what she was holding out for, but it ended now.
“Turn around,” I growled.
“What?” Her eyebrows leapt at my command.
“Turn. Around. Wife. Bend over and show me that round ass again.”
Cora’s breath hitched, but she did as she was told. Almost immediately, the wind whipped the hem of her skirt up, exposing the sheer, lacy undergarments she wore beneath, and carrying the scent of her nectar in little eddies all around us.
I stepped in close, sliding my knee between her thighs.
“Spread your legs, Aneah,” I said, placing a palm on her back and pressing her to the stone.
“Like this, Daddy?” She purred, widening her stance and wiggling her ass against my thigh.
I chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that had been the last sound for many.
“What a wicked little tease I married. What would you do if I spanked you, Cora? Because I think you need it.”
“Why don’t you find out?” she said, still moving against me. I slapped my palm down on her left buttock, my mouth watering as I watched it jiggle, and my cock jerking at her muted cry of surprise.
“You’ve been such a brat,” I said, sliding the left side of her panties into her crack to bare her pinkening cheek to my admiration.
“I haven’t!” she insisted, squirming under the hand on her back.
I spanked her again, harder this time. I bit back the groan in my throat when her body answered with her zibe nectar perfume. Squeezing her pink bottom roughly, I leaned over her back to whisper in her ear. “You like that, naughty little wife? Does it make you wet when I discipline you?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice breathy with need as she rolled her hips back against me.
“Is that why you’re misbehaving? Pushing me to my limit? You needed my handprint on your gorgeous ass?” I gave her another slap when, instead of answering me, she tried to grind her pussy against my thigh.
“Yiri,” she moaned. “Oh my god.”
“I’m tired of waiting,” I growled, shoving the lace down her legs and slipping my fingers through the silky wetness at her core.
“You’ve been taunting me with your scent for four days.
You wanted me to sleep with you, but you withheld from me.
Did you think you’d get away with it forever?
I told you, I’m a bad male. I can’t wait, and I can’t keep my hands off of you. ”
She jerked against my hold on her, trying to get more friction between her parted thighs. I ghosted my fingers over her flesh, teasing her the way she’d been teasing me for days. “Were you awake the night I made you come on my fingers, Cora?”
She gasped, her hands gripping the stone railing tightly. “You touched me?”
I plucked the little nub at the crest of her opening between my fingers, making her whimper and squirm. “You were humping me in your sleep, Aneah. You can deny me all you want, but your body knows who it needs.”
She thrashed against my weight, her temper flaring. “Me deny you? Are you kidding me? I had to dress up like a slutty Stepford wife to get your attention, and it still took you forever to come home. You didn’t even message me.”
“I was in the middle of an important meeting,” I said, holding her down as I unfastened my pants. “I left immediately and came home to straighten you out.”
She half screamed, half growled, wiggling furiously, but I held her fast and delivered another sharp smack to her ass, my hand lining up perfectly with the pink print I’d already given her.
“Ask me to fuck you, Cora,” I demanded. “Right now. Show me you still want to be good for me.”
“I can’t believe you!” she huffed. “I’ve been waiting all this time, and now you want me to beg you, my husband, to have sex with me?”
I curled a finger right into her slick, grasping cunt, thrusting as deep as I could.
“Oh, no, Aneah. I don’t want you to ask me for sex.
I want you to beg to be railed over this wall like the naughty little wife you are.
I want you whimpering and crying for my cum.
” I pulled back and added a second finger, pressing against a spongy spot inside her that made her walls clench and zibe nectar drip down my knuckles.
“I want to hear it now, Cora. I’m not a male you keep waiting. ”
“You had better fuck me!” she said, stamping one of her heeled feet. “You’re making me so… mmmh. Yiri…”
I clucked my tongue and stroked faster, my thumb rolling over her clit. “You’ll have to do better than that after the way you’ve teased me.”
“Why won’t you fuck me?” she whined. “I need it so bad, and I’ve been good. I was so good the whole way here, but you wouldn’t touch me. You didn’t even sleep with me last night!”
“Why won’t you ask me, Aneah?” I kept working her clit until I felt her shudder, close to her orgasm, and I stopped.
“God dammit!” she stomped her foot again, harder this time. “Please, for the love of god, will you fuck me?”
I pushed my pants down enough to free my erection, pulsing and leaking precum for the wicked little temptress under my control. Her body shook as my cock slipped along her wet, silken lips, bumping her clit as I thrust my pelvis against her ass.
“Please, please, please give it to me, Daddy,” she begged, her voice trembling and pitiful as she finally broke.
It was the second time she’d called me that.
Did she have any idea the fire it started in me?
I’d never been with a female with as big an age gap before.
When I considered the difference, my only concern was that she might not appreciate it.
I didn’t expect her to like it. To openly lean into it.
But every time it came up, when I called her little wife, or told her to be good, when she called me sir, her scent told me how much she enjoyed it.
Her tight little pussy gripped my fingers harder and wept zibe juice. She loved it, and so did I.
“Hmm? What was that, little wife?” I asked, teasing her with the head of my shaft, slipping back and forth through her crease. “You want Daddy to give you his big cock?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her body loosening with relief. “Yes, please. I need it, Yiri.”
“I know you do, Aneah,” I crooned. “I’m going to give it to you good and hard as soon as I know you’ve learned your lesson.”
She made a restless, whining sound as she jerked her hips, trying to take me into her hungry pussy.
“No,” I said, gripping her hip to still her. “Not until I’m satisfied. Are you going to keep me waiting this long again?”
“No.”
Reaching between us, I angled my cock to her entrance, teasing her with just the head. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“It’s yours, Yiri,” she said eagerly. “Please… oh, god. Do what you said. Rail me over this wall. I’ll be a good little wife. I promise. I’ll be such a good girl for you. Please fuck me.”
I shunted my hips forward and thrust into her. If I listened to one more word I was going to come, splashing my seed against her pussy lips, wasting it. Every drop belonged inside her from this moment on. Deep in her womb.
“See, Aneah?” I said with a grunt as my hips slapped against her ass. “That’s better, isn’t it? Your poor, needy cunt so full of your mate’s cock.”
“Yes,” she moaned, slumping against the wall. “Yiri, yes.”
I pounded into her, gripping the stone over her shoulder and using it to fuck her deep and hard.
Every sound she made went straight to my balls, already tightening, ready for release.
I leaned back, spreading her ass as I enjoyed the view of my cock being swallowed up by her greedy hole again and again.
The pressure was building fast at the base of my spine, and I groaned, trying to hold out a little longer.
Gripping the back of her dress, I hauled her up and wrapped an arm around her middle.
My other hand fumbled with her skirt until I found my way to her sex, and strummed her clit.
She choked my cock with her tight inner walls, her head falling back to my shoulder, her mouth open and slack with pleasure.
“I’ll take my time with you tonight,” I promised, “but right now I need to fill you up and I can’t wait. Be a good girl and come for Daddy.”
“Yiri…” she breathed, clutching my arm. Heat gushed around my cock as her muscles fluttered and rippled.
“That’s it,” I praised her. “My good little wife, perfect little mate. Coming on my cock when you’re told. Are you ready for me, Aneah?”
“Yessss,” she moaned, shuddering in my arms. “Please give it to me, Yiri.”
By cock jerked, my balls rising to empty inside of her. “All yours, Aneah,” I panted. “Just for you, to fill your perfect little pussy.”
“Oh, god, you’re filthy,” she gasped, her walls still fluttering as she took my load.
“You like me that way,” I said, and kissed her shoulder as I slipped out, leaving a dripping mess behind. “Now bend over and let me see you pull up your pretty panties.”