Chapter 3 #2
Like cornered prey, I would fight until my last dying breath.
His hands shifted on his belt. My clit hammered with sensation as he slipped the end through the buckle, the sliding sound of leather especially damning.
I couldn’t look away as he took the thick silver clasp into his hand.
He jerked it out of the loops of his pants quickly enough to make my pulse speed up and I stopped breathing.
He folded it over in his hands, looking pointedly in my direction as he did so.
The soft, flexible leather hung from his fist as he took a step toward me, drawing my attention with the power of the gravitational pull of the sun and the stars.
I stood taller, trying to be brave in the face of such danger, but when his other hand flew forward and grasped my right wrist I cried out in alarm.
He pulled it high over my head and grasped the other one with a swiftness that left me reeling.
With a cruel jerk, he gathered both wrists in one hand and wound the belt around them roughly.
I tried to pull away. He was too strong for that.
I’m not sure how he did it, but he bound me so swiftly with that belt to the canopy overhead that it left me reeling.
He’d stretched me taut so that my heels were arched clean off the floor, forcing me up to my tiptoes with a rough jerk.
The belt cut into my flesh just enough to ache, but it didn’t really hurt.
I was far more concerned with the way that he was looking at me right now, like he could devour me whole with nothing more than his savage gaze.
His hands drifted down the expanse of my arms. I shook as the fire of his touch burned across my skin.
When his fingertips brushed against my throat, I gasped.
He continued down the sweetheart neckline of my dress.
Just when I’d relaxed the slightest bit, he grasped the neckline and roughly ripped it apart.
The sound of tearing cloth reverberated through my body like a drum.
I tried to pull my wrists free, but the belt held my wrists fast. I twisted my body away, but that only resulted in assisting him to shred my dress even further.
He wrenched his hands apart and ripped through the expensive fabric like it was nothing more than a sheet of paper.
As a wolf shifter, he was strong, but this was something else.
“Are you afraid, little wolf?” he asked, his lips brushing against my ear and setting my soul on fire. I shivered and turned, shaking my head defiantly.
“No,” I dared.
I could feel him smile against my cheek. My rapid pants filled the air, my chest rising and falling in a desperate feat to cool myself down.
It didn’t work.
With cruel, ruthless abandon, he rendered the rest of my dress nothing more than a shredded pile of cloth. He tore every piece of it from my body.
“You should be,” he growled, and I stood my ground, clenching my teeth together.
“You’re nothing more than a brute,” I spat.
“You’re playing with fire, little wolf. You should be careful before you get burned,” he purred, and my insides practically turned molten at the suggestive insinuation.
His hand wound around my throat as he tossed the last remnants of my pretty dress to the floor.
His thumb slid along the bottom curve of my chin, and I couldn’t catch my breath no matter how much air I pulled in.
Tell him to fuck off. Tell him. Be strong. Do it.
The words died on the tip of my tongue, so I did the next best thing.
I threw my body to the side and drew my knee up hard, attempting to strike him right in the balls.
He moved too quickly, as if he’d sensed my rebellion before I could go through with it.
He swung his arm down and caught my leg from behind my knee.
He lifted it straight up, forcing me to abandon my mission and focus solely on keeping my balance so that I didn’t fall.
I seethed beneath him.
Slowly, he removed my ballet flat and tossed it aside.
Then he knelt down and wrapped my one leg over his shoulder before he took my other foot off the floor.
Left completely off balance now, I had no choice but to lean on him as he took off my last shoe.
Weightless, I tried to be brave, but the more this continued the more nervous I was getting.
Carefully, he placed my foot back down and uncurled the other from his body.
I struggled to keep standing as he slid a finger beneath the front connector of my bra.
He took his time before he flicked it open, the cups springing apart as my breasts bounced free.
With a hard tug, he tore through the thin lace and tossed it aside with the rest of my dress.
My nipples peaked right in front of his eyes in a show of my body’s traitorous arousal. I turned my head aside, humiliated, as he brushed the tips of them with his palms, dragging them across each peak, which only made them harder.
His hands dropped down to the last piece of clothing that covered my body. He ran his fingers just beneath the lacey hem of my light blue panties, teasing me slowly, which made my body burn with devastating heat.
“Please don’t,” I managed.
His wicked grin made my hopes sizzle away into a pile of ash.
He gripped my panties in his fist, pulling them so the fabric was yanked taut against my clit.
I quaked, unable to bat his hands away or do anything to fight him off.
My clit tingled and he pulled the cloth even tighter, making the ache that was so very centered in my core spiral that much more into twisting pain.
I was trapped and he held the most sensitive part of me in his fingertips right now.
He dragged that soaked fabric up and down and despite everything in me that tried to fight him, it started to feel good. It soon became useless trying to keep my hips still. They arched into his movements, rocking back and forth until I moaned.
I fucking moaned for him.
Mortified, I stiffened and looked away. I hoped he hadn’t heard it, but when he chuckled deliberately, I knew that he had.
“Hmmmm. I like the sounds you make. I can’t wait to hear them when I have you bouncing on my cock,” he whispered, and my legs grew weak.
It was that moment when he decided to tear my panties clean off.
The fabric that had been roughly rubbing my clit pinched it brutally hard and I screamed.
It felt like a stinging firebrand, stealing my entire focus for what felt like eternity.
I cried out several times, each one with rising pitch until at long last the terrible hurt began to fade to a more throbbing ache.
His hands surrounded my waist, smoothing over me as if he was worshipping me with them.
His fingers were gentle as they dipped down just low enough to glide against the top of my mound.
When he reached even further and brushed against my pulsing clit, I gasped openly, unable to hide or to stop myself from reacting to him. My lack of control was humiliating.
“I know you feel it, Ashleigh. You’re fighting it, but my alpha calls to you. You can deny it all you like, but this needy little body is telling me an entirely different story,” he observed, and I shook hard.
“You don’t know me,” I countered boldly, but my voice was trembling, and he took advantage of that by sliding his finger directly over my clit. I gasped even louder this time.
“No? Are you telling me you wouldn’t come for me if I didn’t press this needy clit a little harder? Would you scream for me if I slid these fingers inside of you?” he teased, and I couldn’t stop the way my body shuddered with pleasure beneath his touch.
“I… please…” I whispered but he shook his head and I quieted down. He removed his hands from my body and took a few steps back. I dared to meet his sordid gaze, but he glanced downward at the cusp of my thighs and made it exceedingly clear that he was no longer looking at my face.
He took his time, studying the way my nipples were hardening under his scrutiny, the way my thighs were rubbing against one another in an effort to quell the wicked need he’d stoked between them, the way my chest was rising and falling under the instinctual power of his presence.
He looked at everything. I could hide nothing, not like this.
I felt so hot, and I couldn’t put a stop to it.
He gripped the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head.
My mouth went dry, falling open as I took in the rigid perfection of his chiseled chest. His pecs were hard, his stomach a toned eight-pack that only became more apparent as he tensed.
His chest was covered in thick hair. I wanted to reach out and touch it, run my fingers through it and I sucked in a heated breath.
No. Get ahold of yourself, Ashleigh. Jesus Christ.
I shouldn’t be losing the control I’d worked all my life to maintain around a man who wasn’t even ranked high enough to be granted any sort of title or land or even money. He was nothing.
“You think you are above me, little wolf, but you will never be above fate,” he chided me, and his fingers grasped his waistband, slowly popping open the button and sliding down the zipper of his jeans.
He slipped his thumbs beneath his dark gray underwear and pushed them down, freeing himself in one quick motion.
I looked down. I couldn’t stop myself from staring straight at his cock.
Elijah was an enormous man. His muscles were big. His body was massive. His strength was something akin to colossal, and his cock was no different.
Thick veins bulged down its length, throbbing with blood right before my eyes.
The head of his cock was terrifyingly girthy and the slit at the tip was already beading with pre-cum.
I licked my lips, the salacious urge to take it into my mouth catching me by surprise.
I clenched my teeth together, pushing against the primal need that was taking my body and holding it captive.