My hands itch to touch her, to grab her hair and make those pretty fucking lips wrap around my cock. I want to watch her fuck me with her mouth, until I come inside of it. I watch her pupils dilate and constrict, her lips flaring.
She's all woman, tempting me when she shouldn’t be. She's less than I am and yet I can think of no one else, nothing else besides how she is going to feel and look when I fuck her raw. She fights me, fights her needs and yet I can smell it on her. Every. Fucking. Time.
She's smells erotic, her wetness drenching her pink folds, I need to watch heat ignite in her vivid blue eyes as she accepts me inside her body. I want to watch as the heat from lust fills inside her endless depths, as her * grows moist with her need while I’m driving my cock deep inside of her.
"Say it, agree to it Synthia," I growl, my cock is hard, hard as fucking steel with the need to be fucked by those juicy red lips, to dominate her completely.
She doesn't answer me, it pisses me off. "Syn…" I warn her, letting the need I feel in my cock enter my voice.
"Don’t make me forget it, please," her voice is filled with her resolve. Her answer shocks me. I would have thought she’d ask for the memory of tonight to be erased. I hate that I can't fucking predict what she does, what she says. In my world it's deadly.
"I'm going to fuck you, hard." She needs to know I won’t be myself. I’ll be driven by the need to fuck her until she submits to me in every way possible.
She lowers her eyes briefly, she's hiding the fear my words flare inside of her. When she lifts them again I see more resolve and lust. Her body tightens with need. She wants this—wanted me to remove the option of saying no for her. I had seen it in her eyes as she watched me fuck Claire in my office. She wanted to take her place. She wanted me to bend her over and spread her apart and feed from her instead of Claire. And fuck if I wouldn’t have done so in a fucking heartbeat if I hadn’t thought she’d run afterwards. The hunger she created was wild and undeniable.
I watch as her nipples harden with my words. The musky scent of her wetness drifts in the air. My hound's growl fiercely and howl wildly into the night, feeling my excitement from where they are outside the door guarding us from intrusion. The hunt makes them wild, lets them become the beast for a while.
"Say it," I growl struggling against the urge to fuck her, here and now. If it was anyone else, I would. But this is Syn and she needs to be shown the difference between a boy and man.
"I'm yours for twenty four hours," she whispers her eyes narrowing with self-loathing. She hates it as much as I do, this fucked up electrical pulse that ignites the air around us when we are near one another.
"That's not what I need to hear from you, now say it."
Her tongue snakes out, trailing over perfect fuckable lips as she watched me through narrowed eyes. My cock jumps with excitement with what those red lips will be doing to it soon.
"Anything you want, for twenty four hours," she corrects her earlier statement.
I barely contain the growl that rushes to my lungs. Excitement makes my pulse increase as she moves to step closer to where I still stand. Her hips flare and she moves closer to me slowly, I hold my ground letting her come to me. Those tight hard buds stand up proudly as her tight breast jut forward begging to be pinched and kissed.
I'm going to use every fucking minute of my time with her. When she walks tomorrow—if she can, it will be with soreness between those thighs reminding her that I fucked her. And she's going to be sore—everywhere.
Twenty Nine
I wanted to cry and yet I couldn’t. It was a weakness I couldn’t afford with this man. I shouldn’t be excited and yet I was and it floored me, because I shouldn’t be. I was wet—for him! It was unimaginable, my body was traitorous, already moisture pooled between my thighs for him. My nipples begged to be touched.
The images of him bending Claire over the desk, his rock hard cock making her scream—it had been haunting me ever since I watched them. I was giving him control, giving myself over to him for an entire day, or more if I was right and his agreement was based on Fae standards.
Why did I feel so much excitement when I was supposed hate his kind? His hand came up as he wrapped it around my back and brought us together, placing his lips on my neck. I blushed as I realized he could feel the hard pebbles my nipples had become.
"Is your * wet for me Syn? If you lie, I will punish you," he growled thick with lust.
I brought my eyes up as my hands went flush with the sinewy muscles of his naked chest and washboard abs, his touch warmed my body instantly. I bit my lip and considered what I should say. If I lied, he would abuse me and I might like it. If I told him the truth, he would know I was already weak with need for him. "Yes," I whispered as I felt his lips as they curved into a wicked smile on my neck from where he was standing against me.