Chapter Four
Rob stared at the vixen before him and wanted to scream in victory, wanted to take her in his arms, wanted to shout her name as he fucked her all night long. His dick grew painfully hard. He wanted her right now. Needed her with an ache he couldn’t identify because it wasn’t a feeling he’d ever experienced before in his life.
Because she’s my mate.
“I need you to tell me if I cross the line and do anything that makes you uncomfortable, but I need you to be able to tell the difference between a comfort issue due to morality or a comfort issue because the medication isn’t working as effectively as it should. Do you think you can tell the difference between the two?”
He nodded because if he opened his mouth, he wasn’t sure if he’d order her to start. He felt in control of his lion, but that didn’t mean his nature wouldn’t kick in.
“I’m going to leave you bound for now. As the testing progresses, we will gradually allow you more liberties.”
When he didn’t respond, she took the last remaining step up to him, her legs brushing his. He watched her closely. Her breathing was slightly erratic and her hands trembled. She gripped the tops of his shoulders, her heat searing his bare skin. When she lifted her leg and threw it over his lap, straddling him, he caught a faint scent of her arousal.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as she seated herself fully across him, his cock blanketed by the warm apex of her thighs.
“This okay?” she asked a little breathless.
He jerked his head in a nod, trying to maintain control for her but wishing like hell he could grab her hips and dry hump her until he was shooting in his jeans. Because there was no way he’d make it to her pussy.
She rocked on him and his head fell forward, eyes locked with hers. She was beautiful and her body pure heaven. She moved again and his mouth went dry. He leaned forward, needing to taste her, drink from her as he worked her on his cock. When he was a hairsbreadth away from her lips, she moved back out of reach.
“You can’t touch. I decide what happens.”
He growled. She was his and he would have her if he wanted her. He sought her mouth out again, quicker this time, but she jerked her head away and thrust her hips forward, rubbing herself hard against his cock, moaning in apparent pleasure.
“Shit.” He gritted his teeth and pushed up, forcing his dick harder against her. “Kiss me.” It wasn’t a request.
“No, big boy. Don’t make me gag you.”
He growled and thrust up so hard that he almost bucked her off him. She did not tell him what to do. She should be submitting to him. When he growled at her again, she slid off him and stood looking down at him.
“Tell me what you’re feeling, Rob.”
“Get back over here.”
“No.”
He growled again, pulling at his restraints.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I want to mount you. Fuck you from behind. Fuck you into submission.” Where the hell was his internal filter? Just because she asked didn’t mean he had to confess.
“Do you want to bite me? That’s how you mate.”
For the love of God! “Yes.”
She fell to her knees and his legs fell open on their own. “You have a beautiful cock,” she murmured. Then she gently swiped her fingertip along the head, wetting her finger with his pre-come and swirling it on the slit.
“Fuck, Ariel, angel, please.” He wasn’t sure what he was begging for in that moment and he didn’t care. The fact that he was begging in the first place didn’t bother him when it should have.
She removed her finger, and his hips canted up, trying to follow the regression of her hand. When she put her finger in her mouth and sucked on it, he became mindless. Rob started pumping his hips, fucking the air. He could come just by watching her suck his essence. He didn’t even have to imagine her finger was his cock and her lips were wrapped tightly around him to start shooting off. He was damn near ready just watching her.
Then she stood and quickly grasped the hem of her shirt. She pulled it off and stared at him. Jesus. She had on a lacy, see-through bra. It was so pale pink that it almost matched her supple skin. She briefly cupped her tits before pulling her pants down. Fuck! She had on matching panties. The really sexy, small, boy-short kind. He loved those.
She reached behind her back, and a second later, the flimsy material of her bra fell to the floor.
“Perfect.” And she was.
“You don’t think my breasts are too small?” she massaged them, pulling at her nipples, driving him fucking insane.
“Let’s see if they fit in my mouth,” he rasped.