Torrent chuckled.
I snapped my gaze up. “Hm?” Did he say something?
“Never mind my mouth. Keep watching the place where I’m hard. That’s what you want, isn’t it? A big hard dick inside your soft little pussy. I want that too.” Shameless, he fisted himself and squeezed, released a masculine groan. He moved his hand and used his thumb to brush the top. “It’s smooth and silky,” he said. “Made for your small hands. Only for your hands. Do you get what I’m saying to you?”
“I’m your mate.”
“That’s right. My dick is yours, my body is yours. My heart is yours.”
“My heart isn’t yours,” I said.
“Your heart will follow your pussy. And I’m gonna make her weep for me.”
“Not.”
“Cute. Keep denying it.” He cupped his balls, weighed them in his hand while his other hand pumped. He threw his head back. The pointy end of his braided beard bounced off his tattooed skin, and his corded torso strained. Okay, so Torrent was hot. I fisted my hands. Perhaps it was the fact that he let me watch for as long as I wanted without watching me, but I began to feel the need to touch myself too. I might be a virgin, but I had masturbated before. I knew it would make me feel good, and I knew watching him aroused me.
When Torrent looked back down, his eyes were pools of pale heat and his dick was red and hard and ready. He took my hands and put them over his thigh. “Go on and pet your beast. I know you want to. Try not to break it. You may find you like it inside you.”
I opened my mouth to tell him off. It was so easy to deflect him, much easier than admitting I found him handsome. He brushed his cheek with mine. “Pet me.” His lips moved down my neck where he bit, and I yelped, gripping his dick with both hands. “That feels so good. Move your hands, make me harder.”
I didn’t.
He bit my shoulder.
My pussy walls fluttered. At this point, the ache down there throbbed with a heart of its own. I moved my hands up and down on his dick, my breaths now coming in pants. He caught them with his mouth, and his tongue barged inside, seeking mine. He kissed me a little rough, a little soft, my tongue brushing over his canines. At first, the brush was an accident. But then I swiped the sharp tip on purpose. I got a groan in response, and Torrent gripped the back of my neck.
I brushed my tongue over a canine again. It drew blood. A growl emitted from within his chest was downright frightening. Except I didn’t recoil. I nicked my tongue again. He growled louder. One hand trailed down my leg, and a finger tapped my knee. I let it fall open so that his hand found a way between my legs where my pussy pulsed in arousal. It was easy for his finger to slip inside. Then another. I whimpered when he bit my bottom lip. He cut it, and blood welled.
Torrent reared back, stared at the blood trailing from my lip to my chin. He swiped it with his tongue while his thumb flicked my sensitive bud. “Is this what you like?”
“I don’t know what I like.”
He picked up a handful of my breast. My nipple was pale and small as it formed a bud. He swiped his rough tongue over it. I moaned. He nicked under my breasts. The cut stung. Between my palms, his cock pulsed.
“You like this,” I said.
“You started it,” he said.
I jerked him faster. He would come in his chair. Oh! I could make him come. I could. A thought of controlling something about this male made me smile. A thought of controlling anything in my life made me chuckle. Ever since Torrent, I’d been rolling with the flow, deflecting life as hits came at me, but this, him, I could make him do something I bet he didn’t want to do.
I stroked him as if my life depended on it, rose on my knees so I could fuck him with my hands faster. Between my legs, he pumped me, and the two fingers weren’t enough.
“You wanna get me off?” he asked.
“Come,” I ordered him.
Torrent bit my shoulder and licked the blood. I let go of his dick and wrapped both hands around his wrist so I could push his fingers against my opening more. I needed more.
Torrent yanked my hair back and withdrew his hand.
I whined.
The chair scraped the concrete as Torrent stood and loomed above me. “You like this. I will fuck you like a beast bitch in heat. You wouldn’t be mine if you wanted it sweet and soft. I know what you want. Say, yes, Torrent, I trust you to know.”
I hesitated but then listened to my body. He’d made it hum to life. “I trust you to know.”
“Get out of the tub.”
Naked, I stood. Under my breast, a trickle of blood mixed with water as it trailed down my belly. Torrent told me to crawl to the bed and kneel on the floor as if in prayer. I did so, even if I hadn’t prayed. I couldn’t think of anything other than the hot and hard body that pressed me against the bed. The world disappeared when Torrent grew in size, and when his hands covered mine, I knew he’d fuck me in his beast form, the one I’d seen that day at the lake. I looked over my shoulder.