Deliberately he kept his gaze on the wall, not on her, not wanting to come fast, determined to make her work hard to arouse him. Her hands on his balls and shaft were gentle, but her skin was not pampered and soft. The skin of her hands was actually rough and callused in places, which was interesting. It was easy for a woman to remove her nail polish and cut her nails, but it took time to lose the soft skin and build rough places. She must be a gym junkie. Or maybe she had walked the last day up the mountain once her support team had left her.
He grabbed her hair with both his bands, tugging on it to move her head where he wanted her mouth, but it wasn’t enough.
“Deep throat me, damn you.” He pushed her head right back and drove his dick deeper into her mouth. She was gagging around him but it felt so good he held her there slamming his dick up and down until his cum spurted from him. Only then did he loosen his hold on her and withdraw into her mouth. Her chest was heaving for air, and tears were trickling down her cheeks, but she silently swallowed his essence.
He shoved two fingers into her cunt. It was wet. Excellent. Deep throating him might have frightened her some, but it had also aroused her. He picked her up and laid her on the bed, nodding to Raleigh. Immediately Raleigh climbed between her legs and began eating her out. Kingston settled beside her and teased her nipples. The more he saw them the more he wanted to bite them. He rolled them between his fingers but couldn’t see any mark from where he’d bitten her before. He dropped his mouth onto her breast, licking the soft flesh, especially the underside of her mound, which was so tender. He pulled and twisted her other nipple with his free hand while he licked and sucked her breast, then he filled his mouth with her breast sucking hard.
“She’s very wet. We’re doing something right,” said Raleigh. But Kingston already knew that. Her hips were pushing her pelvis up into Raleigh’s mouth and she’d arched her back to give him more of her breasts.
She’s mine! his brain screamed at him, and he bit down on her nipple until he tasted blood. He kept sucking, knowing that would soothe and heal the wound. After all, he was a werewolf and his fangs were made for biting.
Her body jerked under him and he knew she’d climaxed. Almost immediately his good feelings dissipated and he was angry with her again. She had to have been planted on him by someone who wanted access to him. He gripped her chin tightly, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “Who sent you here? Who helped you climb the mountain?”
There was no deceit or confusion in her face. “No one. I told you. I just wanted to get to the top. I didn’t know it was your property. I’m sorry for coming on your land without permission. I didn’t know.”
He drew back from her delectable body. “What do you want now?”
“Please may I have a drink? I’m thirsty and my throat hurts.”
Again he felt a flash of guilt. Her voice was husky and he had driven his dick down her throat. He shrugged the feelings off. If she wanted to be with him she had to get used to him fucking her mouth. “I suppose you’d like a nice glass of wine now,” he sneered at her.
She shook her head. “Water please.”
“Why?” asked Raleigh.
“Drinking alcohol on an empty stomach would not be wise,” she said softly.
“There are groceries in the kitchen. Cook a meal for the three of us. It’s to be ready to eat in half an hour. While you’re cooking you may have two glasses of water,” said Kingston, determined to beat her resistance down.
To his amazement she climbed off the bed and went straight to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and assembling ingredients, before pouring her glass of water, which she drank thirstily.
Maybe she really was hungry.
He sat back on the bed resting against the headboard and tugged on his cock as he watched her move around his kitchen. Raleigh disappeared into the bathroom, presumably for a shower. But Kingston wasn’t finished with her yet. Just watching her was making him hard again.
* * * *
Raleigh was so confused. He really didn’t know what to think. On the one hand he felt Kingston was being far too harsh on Andorra. Yet if she really had been sent among them to entice them into marrying her and signing away their property rights, he was doing the correct thing in not encouraging her. But what if her story, outlandish as it seemed, was the truth? What if she really was genuine, unprotected with no money or home, and they were abusing her helplessness by fucking her all night long?
The fact that she had agreed to everything they did wasn’t really a true acceptance if she had no other options. But she wasn’t exhibiting signs of fear. She didn’t flinch from them at all. Kingston had said the food was to be ready in half an hour. Raleigh showered and dressed then slipped out of Kingston’s apartment and went looking for Nevis. She was in her room, but not undressed fortunately.