Wild Beast Mate(26)
Dewlyn
Vice moved inside me, one hand over my throat and the other on my ass so he could watch himself glide in and out. It hurt, but when he told me to continue rubbing my clit, I forgot the pain and instead enjoyed the heat building in my belly. Patient as ever, Vice didn’t plunder or plunge or fuck. He teased relentlessly, and I wanted more. Confused and aroused, I uttered the first thing I thought of. “I’m not gonna break. Give it to me.” If he felt sorry for me, I’d know.
The last thing I needed from him was pity. The only thing I needed from him was a promise of freedom. He’d promised; after this night, he wouldn’t chase after me. It was all I wanted. And the edge, I wanted him to take me to the edge. Vice gave me my life back. He owned me, I was his pair, and I knew he released me because he was a good man, wanted to do good things for me. He understood we’d failed.
The red in his eyes paled. His fingertips tightened around my neck, and he began pumping me. Heat from lack of breath crept up my cheek, and I reveled in his manhood. It was big, strong, hard, and smooth, it pained and pleasured me, a complete contradiction. Kind of like Vice. He worked my body with care, and yet he choked me like he’d hurt me. Quite a match we made.
“I have restraints under the bed,” Vice said and lowered his lips to catch mine. I couldn’t answer or nod, my neck caught, my breath restricted, so he continued thrusting inside me, and I felt him almost at my belly. “I put them there for this very moment when you gave me your virginity. I dreamed I’d spread you open and tie you up so you couldn’t move. I wanted to lick your sweet pussy with my tongue. Like this.” He placed a kiss on my lips, then flicked them. “How would that feel on your clit right now, hm? You think you’d like the little laps? I think you would. I think you’re missing out on that. I’d devour that little pussy, feast on your wetness, jab my tongue inside it.” He flicked my lips again. “Feel that, hm? It’s a little rough, isn’t it? It would feel oh so good on your little clit.” He inhaled. “I smell how wet you are. Does it hurt, hm?”
He released my neck. I wanted his hand back. “It hurts. It hurts so much.”
He squeezed my neck again. Tighter.
“You like having control of my life. You love knowing you own me.”
“Shhhhh.” He squeezed me tighter.
“You like to hurt me with your big cock.”
A growl escaped his chest, and Vice picked up the pace, his hand gripping my neck in earnest. Pressure built in my throat and spread over my ears, then my eyes. I felt heat rush to my face, and I gasped, trying to inhale.
Vice pounded me, and I hung on to his forearm, still rubbing myself between my legs while his claws dug into my ass. I welcomed the stars that played over my eyes, and I began to relax. Every tight knot of hopelessness left my body, my muscles felt like goo, my hands fell to my sides, and the only thing holding my head up was Vice’s hand on my neck. I smiled up at him when heat rushed down my belly, and my pussy started to flutter around his cock. He must’ve felt it and pumped into me faster, jabbing one spot inside me that felt so good.
The blackness crept around the edges of my vision, and my eyelids fluttered closed. I swam in the dark for seconds, then swam back out when his hand released my neck. My orgasm hit at the same time, the force of it arresting my breath completely. It flushed down my body like a storm, and I gasped as air rushed into my lungs. When Vice’s orgasm followed, I could do nothing more than cling to the tub and listen to his labored breaths.
A minute passed as we came around, and then he moved us out of the bath. He got a towel and threw it around me, then tumbled us onto the soft bed.
Suddenly, I felt exhausted. I smiled up at him and touched his hard jaw. Silence blessed the room, and I listened to his heart pounding and his low growl, which came from his chest as I petted him.
“Thank you, baby,” he said.
“You promised you’d set me free.” And he’d taken off the collar.
“I don’t need a collar for you. You are mine, and you’ll be back for more. Sleep.”
I worried my lip between my teeth, thinking he might be right.
Chapter Nine
Vice
When Dewlyn slept in our bed, in our house, in the safety of our neighborhood, my entire world slept. Even at eight in the morning, with the buzz of high traffic above Jamie’s home as our males prepared for the raid, when I looked down at her sleeping figure tangled up in our white sheets, my world felt peaceful. The last time I raided anything, or had even seen some action other than a brawl at the compound, was—I frowned and moved a stray hair away from her face—when Jamie and I had fought back at Tineya. Dewlyn had kept me busy during Rey’s community raid so I didn’t go. But this time, it was my turn.