Fawn: A Dark Mafia Shifter Romance (Blackfang Barons Book 1)

by Elaina Jadin

  But goddamn, it does. I’m hard as steel.

  I tighten my hand around my cock, stroking faster as the sensation of her warmth gripping down on my fingers floods all my senses. “You wanted him to come deep inside this tight pussy, didn’t you?”

  Jemma’s eyes slide shut as though she’s reliving the moment, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips before she whispers, “Yes, desperately.”

  Her confession feels like a benediction, as though the crystalline grace of the full moon’s light is flooding my canine soul. If I were to draw the sharp blade of a knife across my flesh right now, I would bleed the night sky, and my longing for her would shine through my dark veins like glittering stars.

  I will enjoy these next few weeks with her, there is no doubt. She may well turn out to be my greatest temptation, but I am still in control.

  Of myself, of her, of everything in my world—and I won’t fail to remind her of it.

  When she reaches for me, her warm palm grazing the head of my cock, I withdraw my fingers from her in a flash and grab her wrist, hard. “Did I give you permission to touch me?”

  She freezes, her body stiffening instantly. “No, sir.”

  My look is sharp and reprimanding as I pull my belt free from the loops of my pants. “Since you can’t control your hands, then I will.”

  Instinctively, she draws back from me, almost cowering on the desk, but the excitement in those pretty eyes betrays her—as does the scent of her arousal flooding the air.

  Using a belt to dole out pain and pleasure is not my style. I prefer to use my hands for inflicting punishment, to feel the quiver of flesh beneath my fingertips, the heat of the strike under my palm. But her response is too tempting to resist, so I prolong it, watching her reaction as I draw the length of the belt across her thighs.

  17

  Draven

  Her body is nearly vibrating, her breath caught in her chest, her eyes fixed on me. It’s glorious. Almost worthy of being whipped—but I’ll leave that to Bishop. It’s more his speed.

  Me? I want her bound tight and at my mercy.

  I push her palms together and wind the leather belt around her wrists, binding her hands. When I’m done tucking the end securely through the tight loops, I place a hand on her chest and push her back, until she’s lying down on the desk in front of me, her thighs on either side of mine.

  Jemma’s not a part of our world. She’s not one of our pack. She’s not born of this life.

  She’s nothing to us. Just another illicit trade in our criminal empire. As far as anyone needs to know, that’s the beginning and the end of my interest in her. A temporary plaything, meant to be used and discarded.

  But from the moment I laid eyes on her small frame, she’s grabbed my attention. There’s been something about her that sets me on edge. A feral need that churns inside my gut and provokes my wolf in a way that no other female has—human or wolf.

  And now, she’s positioned before me like an illicit offering, her body aching for my touch.

  I return to stroking my throbbing cock as I slip my other hand between her legs, savoring the heat that envelops my fingers as I push them back inside her. She draws in a sharp breath and wiggles her hips, asking for more.

  Taking my time, I use my hand to pleasure her with firm, deep strokes, sweeping my thumb across her swollen clit as I do. Her fingers curl into fists and she strains against the binding of the belt as her arousal intensifies.

  Soon, her legs are trembling and she’s moaning with every breath. I match the rhythm of my hands, thrusting into her heat with each stroke of my cock. The temptation to fuck her is so strong it’s almost overwhelming—which is exactly why I hold back.

  For the first time in ages, I don’t trust myself. Not with her. Not with how wound up I am.

  But the thought of taking her consumes me, agitating my caged wolf with every thrust of my fingers, every stroke of my shaft.

  “Goddamn, you’re so tight and wet,” I tell her as she arches her back on the desk, pressing into my hand. “Think about how it’ll feel to have my thick cock filling you as I fuck your hot little pussy.”

  “Yes,” she hisses, rocking her hips. “I want more than your fingers. Do it—fuck me.”

  In a flash, I pull my fingers away and step from between her legs. A second later, I grasp her hips, rolling her over onto her stomach, and my palm makes contact with her ass immediately, the sharp sound reverberating in the quiet room.

  She yelps in surprise, and I deliver another strike, and another, savoring the sting on my skin each time I make contact with her soft flesh. Her body jerks and she cries out, the sound sending blood straight to my cock.

  When I stop, she grinds her pelvis against the desk and looks over her shoulder at me, those amber eyes filled with an intoxicating mixture of reverence, fear, and lust.

  “Demands will not be tolerated,” I admonish, striking down on her gorgeous ass twice more to drive home my words.

  “I’m sorry, sir,” she gasps with a sob, but the raspy edge in her voice betrays her enjoyment of the punishment she’s received—and sets me on fire.

  My fingers bite into her silky skin as my pulse pounds with the need to bury myself deep inside her. With great effort, I resist the urge and tell her firmly, “If you want something, you will ask me for it, and you will address me properly when you do so. Is that clear?”

  Her answer is immediate. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” I smooth my palm over the red spots on her ass cheeks, the heat of her skin sizzling under my hand.

  Jemma glances at me over her shoulder again, her face flushed, her gaze heated. I nod, encouraging the question she’s dying to ask.

  She swallows nervously, but her voice is soft and hopeful. “Please, sir, will you fuck me?”

  A devilish smile curls at the corner of my lips. “Not yet, little fawn—I have other plans for you.”

  She lets out a quiet sob of disappointment and wiggles her hips in frustration, but finally says, “Yes, sir.”

  Denying her fills me with an unholy satisfaction. Her pussy clenches around nothing, desperately seeking something to fill it. Just like her, it’s at my mercy. Nothing will happen to her without my permission.

  And every time I deny her, I drive both of us closer to our breaking point. When I finally take her, it will be glorious.

  Her flesh is soft as I grip her waist, my other hand scruffing the back of her neck like an unruly pup. She tenses instinctively as I twist her around, but she doesn’t resist. I move her as if she’s my own personal marionette, until she’s lying parallel with the edge of my desk, her face positioned perfectly in front of my cock.

  Her eyes are hungry, her lips swollen as she pants, the rush of hot air caressing the head of my cock as I stroke it. “You want my cock inside you, little fawn?”

  She nods with the utmost desperation. “Yes, sir.”

  “Let’s see how you do with your mouth, first.” I step closer, an offering that she eagerly accepts.

  Her eyes flick up to mine as she slowly licks me, running her tongue along the underside. It feels damn good, but I want to be inside that sweet mouth.

  I rub the head against her lips. “Suck me.”

  Her soft lips encircle the head of my cock without hesitation, sending ripples of pleasure through me. I’m a large man by any estimation, and that includes all parts of me, but her excitement is no match for my size.

  “That’s good. Deeper.” I stroke her hair encouragingly, barely resisting the urge to wrap her long strands around my fist and fuck her mouth, hard and fast.

  She takes me into the back of her throat, her tongue stroking the underside of my shaft, and a groan escapes me. “Let me see those pretty eyes, Fawn. Look at me while you suck my cock.”

  Obediently, she raises her gaze to mine and it’s a glorious sight, watching her go down on me over and over while she keeps those gorgeous honey-colored eyes trained on me. Her complete attention is mine.

 
; The intense vulnerability in her gaze, her beautifully quiet submission, and the enthusiasm she has for pleasing me… it’s all so fucking good. And she’s quite talented with her mouth, too.

  My free hand strays to her chest, my fingers teasing her nipples into stiff little peaks, twisting and rolling them. She moans around my cock, her thighs clenching together, her pelvis rocking. I know she’s dying to reach between her legs, but she doesn’t dare do it without permission.

  Her hands are bound and she’s lying on her side at the edge of the desk, her head level with my member. Perfect for sucking me, but I need access to more of her.

  “Don’t stop,” I warn her before twisting her hips and repositioning her so that I can lean over her.

  I spread her thighs, baring her pussy to me once more. Dipping my head, I graze my teeth along her inner thigh, biting lightly as I move lower. She wiggles, silently begging me to keep going. When I finally sweep my tongue across her swollen clit, she whimpers, long and needy, the sound vibrating through my shaft.

  Her body twitches beneath me as I tease her with my tongue, and she moans around my length as her lips glide up and down my length, over and over.

  Soon, she’s rocking her hips in time with my movements, and making the loveliest little gasping sounds through her nose. Her clit is throbbing under my tongue and I know she’s right on the edge. I’m hard as steel and damn close myself.

  I pull away, admiring the deep flush of color from her arousal and the slick wetness from my handiwork. She grinds her hips and whimpers around my hard length, pleading for more. But I straighten to a standing position, my gaze returning to her face.

  She raises her eyes to mine as I watch her suck me, drawing in air between my clenched teeth, a snarl on my lips. She doubles down her efforts, as though hoping it’ll earn her the release she so badly craves.

  “Yes, suck my fucking cock, just like that,” I growl my approval. The satisfying sight of her swallowing my length as far as she can is only matched by the pleasurable sensations of her hot mouth and wet tongue.

  I smooth my palms over her breasts, squeezing them, loving how she reacts to my every touch. Her nipples are perfectly hard points under my hands, and I tease them as her chest rises and falls with quick, excited breaths.

  Leaning to the side, I run a hand down her stomach and past the soft patch of hair between her legs, until I’m cupping her heat. Her body stiffens in anticipation, and I pause there as she grinds her pelvis against my hand, my gaze still locked on her pretty face. She squirms against the desk and sucks down on me like she’s starving, her eyes pleading with me.

  With my other hand, I trace the delicate bruises along the front of her hips, imagining how harsh Bishop was with her, and how hard she orgasmed from his rough treatment. The purple marks he’s left behind are too enticing to resist, so I’ll find out soon enough.

  I stroke my other hand across her hair. She’s being such a good girl. Maybe it’s time. “You want to come, Fawn?”

  Her lips clamp down tighter on me as she nods and bats her eyelashes at me like a desperate Morse code.

  The tormented devil in me is tempted to tease her more, to draw this moment out even longer. But ever since Kade brought her into my office, I’ve been pushing myself to refuse the heights of carnal pleasure she offers for as long as I can, and I’m quickly reaching my own limits.

  I push my fingers inside her pussy, and instantly she lets out a strangled cry of relief. I finger fuck her hard this time, my hand moving fast. She writhes beneath me, making needy mewling noises around my cock.

  My length pulses in her mouth as I penetrate her tight channel again and again, my other hand playing with her hard nipples as I push her body right to the edge again. Turning my eyes to hers, I give her a simple command. “Come for me.”

  She pulls off me, nearly panting, her face flushed, but a look of shame spreads across her face. “I’m so close, but don’t know if I can,” she murmurs, lowering her eyes, her expression filled with anguish.

  Her words make a satisfied smile twist on my lips. I’ve kept her in a state of prolonged arousal, denying her for so long that now her climax feels just out of reach. But I know better.

  “I wasn’t asking.” The deep growl in my tone makes her jump. My fingers still inside her, I grasp her chin with my other hand and tilt her face up, making her look at me. “You will come for me, little fawn.”

  She blinks at me, a rebuttal poised on her tongue, but her mouth slowly closes as she sees the absolute conviction I hold. My message is clear—she will not refuse me, not even in this. I will get my way.

  I release her chin and push her shoulders down to the desk until she’s lying flat against the surface. Leaning over her, I lower my face between her legs again, turning my attention to her clit once more.

  She moans, her hips moving with me as I lick her with short, steady strokes, my fingers and tongue working in harmony as she gasps and her whole body twitches under me.

  But I know that isn’t the only sensitive area that craves attention. Sliding my other hand between us I find the purple marks Bishop left in his wake, and press my fingertips firmly to her bruised skin.

  Her response is immediate. She bucks against me and cries out as the orgasm tears through her with lightning speed. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers like a vice grip, and she grasps at me with bound hands, her nails digging into my skin through the thin cloth of my button-down shirt as though she might fly apart from the intensity of the pleasure flooding through her body.

  I keep going, drawing out every ounce of her climax while she writhes beneath me. When I finally withdraw my fingers and straighten up, she collapses against the desk, panting for air, her body limp.

  Brushing my knuckles against her cheek, I give her a brief but brutally edged smile. “You will learn that there is no choice but to obey me.”

  “Yes, sir,” she says between breaths, her expression tinged with veneration. Then her eyes drift down to my still rock-hard length. She flicks her gaze back up to me, as though asking for permission.

  I nod my approval, craving my own release. Bringing her to orgasm only made my shaft harder, and now it’s aching for her attention. I slide a hand through the hair at the back of her head, guiding her back to my length.

  “Fuck, yes,” I hiss as the velvety warmth of her mouth envelops the head of my cock again.

  Breathing hard through my nose, I clench my jaw as I watch her suck me down. It only takes moments before I’m right on the cusp.

  I twist my fingers in her hair as the familiar tension builds deep in my core. My balls tighten and I rock my hips, encouraging her to take me deeper. “That’s it—make me come in your hot little mouth.”

  Just as I instructed earlier, she looks up at me with those innocent, haunting eyes of hers as she swallows me down, and it’s my final undoing. I erupt in her mouth, pulsing hard between her lips with every heartbeat, pleasure surging through every nerve in my body as a guttural growl rises from my chest.

  I lean against the desk, resting my forehead on her bent knee as I fill my lungs with air, battling a sudden urge to shift as my wolf thrashes inside me. My lips brush against the soft, smooth skin of her leg, and my body responds instinctively, my sharp canines aching with need as they push into my mouth.

  The desire to pierce her flesh floods through me like a tidal wave, powerful and demanding, sweeping everything else away as the beast inside me fights to take hold.

  Grasping at the last thread of humanity I have, I quickly straighten up, abruptly withdrawing from the blissful warmth of Jemma’s mouth. She nips at me playfully as I do, but I tug roughly on her hair and she breaks contact. She has no idea the danger she’s in right now.

  Stepping away from the desk, I put distance between us as I wrestle with my wolf. She’s watching my every movement as I zip up my pants, and I know she’s hoping for an acknowledgement of a job well done.

  But only one thought is running through my head—that w
as too fucking close.

  18

  Jemma

  Draven is intoxicating, demanding, and overwhelming. And I’m responding to him like a siren song. The bruised and broken parts of me are crying out for more, as though he’s everything I’ve needed and have been missing all this time.

  He leans his head against my knee, breathing hard. His length is thick and heavy in my mouth as I suck him clean. He didn’t order me to do it, but I want to taste every drop of him. It’s like I can steal a part of him and keep it all for myself, knowing some of him is still with me even after I’m taken back to my room.

  That’s if I can even walk out of here, because right now all I can do is lay sprawled out on Draven’s desk, unable to sit up. My body is still numb and trembling with the intensity of my orgasm.

  His mouth grazes my leg and for a moment, I think he might be ready for round two. My inner walls clench excitedly at the idea that he might finally use more than his mouth and hands on me. But a second later he straightens up and pulls back from me, hissing as I bite down gently on his shaft, scraping him as he slides out of my mouth.

  The only reprimand he gives is to give a sharp yank on a handful of my hair. Hard enough to sting, but not enough to really hurt.

  He doesn’t look at me as he steps away and tucks himself back into his pants. “You’ve received your reward.”

  His tone is not harsh, but it carries the weight of finality, and my heart skips a beat at the thought that he’s dismissing me. I’m not ready to leave. I’ll kneel on the floor again, silently and patiently, if it means I can stay here.

  As much as Draven scares me, I crave the absolute control he has over everything and everyone in his sight. Nothing happens in his world without his permission. He seems to know what I’m thinking before I do, and I have no doubt that he wields his ability to read people like a razor-sharp sword, leveraging his formidable instincts against everyone who crosses his path.