Chapter 8
Ashleigh
I’d just given the first blowjob of my life.
When he’d come, I’d been taken aback by the sudden mouthful of his seed, but my core spiraled hard with arousal even as I struggled to take everything that he gave me.
I’d swallowed it all while toying with my clit.
It was incredibly hard beneath my fingers.
I was looking forward to coming for him. I needed it. I craved it.
The taste of his cum was still so fresh on my tongue. I found that I liked it. There was a part of me that almost wanted to take him in my mouth again.
The need was too great between my own thighs, however.
I dutifully leaned forward and stuck out my tongue.
Slowly, I cleaned up and down his turgid length.
It was still hard, although not as much as before.
I took my time ensuring that I thoroughly washed all of him with my tongue.
He petted my head gently for several moments.
The look of sheer joy on his face was worth every moment of panic I’d had when he’d taken control and fucked my face himself.
Eventually, he tucked his cock away. I pouted a little at the loss it, but not for long. He reached down and grasped my arm roughly. He tossed me over his knee and quickly flipped up the back of my skirt.
The sudden nakedness of my ass caught me by surprise. He knocked my legs open with his hand, forcing his hand between them. Then, very gently, he slid his fingers along my pussy, and I quaked over his lap.
“Oh!” I moaned out loud, unable to stop the way my hips lewdly rose to grant him even more access than he already had.
His hands slipped over my flesh with embarrassing ease.
It didn’t take long for him to thoroughly coat his fingers with my arousal and he took a few moments to tease my clit before he took his fingers away.
I whined openly and he clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“You’re going to come, my pretty wolf, but you will remember that it will always be on my terms, won’t you?” he chided me, and I was ashamed of the way my pussy clenched in response.
“Yes, alpha,” I answered.
His other hand was massaging my bottom and I couldn’t help but writhe over his lap just a little. I was not expecting what he did next, though.
With his fingers, he separated my cheeks and spread me apart, revealing my asshole in one quick motion.
When I tried to crawl off his lap, he used his other hand to swiftly slap my pussy very firmly.
I keened as the brilliant sting burst across my sensitive folds.
I closed my eyes, trying to take it gracefully, but it hurt.
I didn’t pull away after that. He went back to my bottom hole. He traced his wet fingers around the rim. I couldn’t help myself as I trembled, nervous and embarrassed and scared of what he planned to do.
“This tight little hole is so very pretty, my sweet wolf,” he mused, and I hid my face in the seat of the car in shame.
I wanted to hate him looking at me like this, but I couldn’t bring myself to.
A part of me wanted him to see me like this, wanted him to notice the arousal dripping from me like a goddamn faucet.
A single finger pushed against my asshole.
“You’re going to come for me, little wolf, but it will be with my finger in this tight virgin asshole. Do you understand me?” he declared.
My pussy spasmed like it had lost its mind.
“Please,” I whimpered. I wanted to ask him not to touch me there.
I wanted to beg him to fuck me there. Swirls of confusion rattled through me, and I struggled to make sense of them.
I couldn’t grasp onto anything and then his finger brushed against my most reluctant hole again.
A sordid twisted part of me leapt in excitement, leaving my mind reeling.
I couldn’t stop the way my hips were lifting almost in anticipation. My nipples brushed against the leather of the car seat, making me quiver and arch back against his finger.
“I’m going to slide my finger inside you, little wolf,” he announced, and his finger pressed a bit more firmly against my asshole.
“I can’t,” I protested, and he growled softly.
“You will, my pretty wolf,” he answered. Pinned over his knee with my bottom spread open, I felt so very vulnerable. His finger was persistent, and it became very clear that no matter how much I tried to squirm away, it was going inside me.
“Please,” I begged.
“My finger is going inside this very reluctant hole, little wolf. The only thing left for you to decide is whether you want a hard spanking too,” he growled.
His hand spread me open wider.
“Yes, alpha.”
“Do you need a spanking, little wolf?”
“No, alpha,” I whimpered.
“What do you need then?” he pressed. His finger tapped on top of my asshole several times, making my pussy quiver and my clit throb hard.
“I need to come,” I whispered hoarsely.
“How, little wolf?”
“With your finger inside my bottom, alpha,” I wailed. As the words poured out of my mouth, I could feel my core practically vibrating. My thighs trembled and he circled my asshole for a moment before he forced it roughly inside.
My asshole burned from the very start. His finger was thick, and he hadn’t been gentle, causing a deep sting to radiate around my asshole. It sank deep into my core, traveling up and down my spine with a vigorous thunder that left me gasping for air.
“Oh, it hurts,” I cried out.
“It does, doesn’t it,” he purred, and he pushed his finger inside me. His knuckle was wider than the rest and a fresh wave of sensation poured over me. I whimpered, but even as the deep ache rattled my insides, an even fiercer desire soon overtook it.
My pussy throbbed along with my heartbeat, growing stronger with every passing second. My thighs were absolutely dripping with arousal and when another of his fingers slid along the top of my clit, I gasped loudly.
A low moan escaped me. He growled low in approval.
“Such a wet little pussy, mate. I think you’re enjoying yourself,” he chided, and I couldn’t help but quiver with shame.
The thing was, he was right.
I was enjoying myself and when he started to pump his finger in and out of me, I gasped. The stretching ache deepened, but an insatiable pleasure soon followed. My hips rolled back and forth, aiding him in fucking my bottom with his finger and rubbing my clit at the same time.
I dug my nails into the seat beneath me, but there was no stopping what was coming. I was going to orgasm, and I instinctually knew that it was going to be ridiculously hard.
I moaned, trying to fight it.
He added a second finger without warning.
I cried out as the sudden blazing sting tore through my insides just as he increased the pressure on my clit.
I was no longer capable of words. There wasn’t any rhyme or reason to the sounds coming out of my mouth either.
They were simply desperation, needy and frantic for release.
“Do you want to come for me?” he asked pointedly.
“Please!” I wailed. It was the only thing I was capable of at that moment.
“Come for me, little wolf. I want to hear your pretty screams,” he demanded, and my body responded as if his voice had a direct conduit to my center.
My legs started to shake, and the rest of me followed.
A magnificent ball of pleasure spiraled deep inside me, circling and intensifying until it blazed hot and burst apart in a massive explosion that rendered me senseless.
I wailed as my eyes rolled back in my head.
I shut them, quickly blinded by the white-hot bliss rattling through me.
Thunderous pleasure surged through my veins, holding me prisoner to my mate’s every whim.
I writhed over his lap, arching my back so that his fingers thrust even deeper inside of me. It felt wrong and wicked and so incredibly taboo, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was how hard it was making me come.
It was incredible.
By the time my orgasm finally crested, I was shaking with aftershocks that seemed to go on endlessly. My throat felt hoarse, and I vaguely recognized that I had screamed for him, loudly. My face flushed with shame, and I chewed my bottom lip.
He hadn’t pulled his fingers free from me, not yet. My asshole throbbed around him, a little sore and achy from his rough treatment. A part of me liked how it felt and as if he could read my mind, he pumped them in and out of me, like he was proving a point.
I sighed, insatiably pushing back against him. He chuckled knowingly and my face heated even further. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the scorching fire at the same time my body throbbed with deep satisfaction.
When he finally took his fingers out, I panted at the sudden emptiness. My muscles tensed, slightly sore even though he was no longer touching me. I liked that.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured as he pulled my dress back down. Tenderly, he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me to sit in his lap.
My heart pounded in my chest, slowly coming back to normal.
I curled into him and closed my eyes, just letting the satisfied bliss of the aftermath of orgasm and the safety of his arms overtake me.
The rest of the ride was quiet, the road jostling us against each other from time to time.
When the car finally slowed to a stop, I looked out of the window.
The snow-capped mountains that surrounded us were breathtaking.
I lifted my head, taking it all in while Elijah petted my shoulders and upper back.
I sighed, fully enjoying myself. Elijah cleared his throat and I turned back to face him. His expression was serious now and I cocked my head, waiting for him to clarify.
“We’re almost there, Ashleigh. You will remain in the car while my pack and I deal with the vampire infestation here,” he explained.
“I can help,” I exclaimed, and he slowly shook his head.
“No, I will not have you put in danger needlessly. Theo will remain here with you. You will not fight him. You will stay put just like I told you, do you understand me?” he continued.