Alex yelped when he rubbed on her clit. What? Unexpected. Even more unexpected was that his touch was soft. Firm, but soft. Good. Really good. She bit back a moan. His cock continued to throb against her ass. His hand continued to rub on her clit, going quicker, in circular strokes. She tried to rock back.
Crack.
She yelped as his hand slapped her ass. Hard enough to sting. Not hard enough to leave a mark.
“Don’t move. Don’t speak.” A rough rasp that had her pussy flooding with arousal. Men she’d been with in the past were all pretty timid. This was something new, something…she moaned as his finger breached her pussy. He fingered her a couple of times, pushing deep. Alex squeezed her eyes closed and held back another moan. Holy hell, but it felt really good.
By now, she was wet. Soaking wet.
Alex heard a rumble of what sounded like satisfaction as he pulled his finger out of her. Then he gripped her hips, his body pulling away. Slam. Alex gasped as the shifter thrust into her in one hard motion. The air seized in her lungs and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. His cock was long and thick. Too much, too soon. Far too much.
Oh god!
He grunted once and then began to fuck her. His hands dug into her hips. Alex grabbed onto the bedding, trying to find purchase. Thank god he’d made her wet. She was still too stretched. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt! Her moans were loud and cut short with every hard shove. Her eyes were wide. Her knuckles white. Her boobs were mashed against the bed, her ass up in the air, her knees barely brushing the mattress.
Punish.
Yes, this certainly felt like a punishment. She struggled to breathe through the stinging pain. The shifter, on the other hand, made grunts of pure enjoyment, his grip tightened even more. She would probably have bruises. Her hands bit into the comforter, trying to hold on. To prevent herself from face planting. His thrusts were that hard. All at once, the pain made way for…something else. A feeling low down in her belly.
No!
It couldn’t be.
Shock flooded her when she realized that an orgasm was building. Every hard rut bringing her closer and closer to release and more quickly than she would have thought possible. She was groaning deep with every hard shove. The sound primal, originating from somewhere in the base of her throat.
The shifter’s grunts grew louder too. His pushes more insistent…deeper…quicker…harder. Her whole body jerked, her arms shaking from having to hold on.
Her belly tightened. She was on the verge of the most intense orgasm of her…the shifter pulled out. One second he was there and the next…gone. Just gone. He let her go and she fell into a heap on the bed, her butt still slightly elevated. A wail was torn from her. He part groaned and part growled. Something hot and wet hit her ass and the backs of her thighs. She could guess just what it was. He groaned softly as the spurts subsided. She could hear him breathing heavily over her own pants.
Her legs shook. More like, her whole body. Not just from exertion and the pummeling she’d just received, but also from need. Her channel practically wept with it. She wanted him back. Wanted him to finish what he started.
“You didn’t think I was going to make you come, did you?” A sneer. She didn’t have to see his face to know it would be filled with animosity.
What did she say to that? That she’d ultimately enjoyed the rough handling? That if he had waited just a little longer she would’ve come, despite his wishes to the contrary.
“I thought so,” he grumbled. “Should’ve let it alone. You have a nice, tight hole but it’s the only thing I like about you. The only fucking thing, slayer. Don’t fuck with me again and I won’t fuck with you.”
It was stupid, but Alex felt tears gather. She quickly blinked them away. Emotion was useless. It wouldn’t help her. Feeling sorry for herself wouldn’t help her either. It had never helped her before and wouldn’t now.
She tried to get up but he put a hand on her back. “Stay put!”
“I need to clean up.” She’d feel better if she washed him off her skin.
“No!”
“Why? I’m covered in…”
“I said no. Stay right where you are. You can clean up when I say. Not a second sooner.”
Asshole! Maybe this was his way of showing her he still hated her. It was still early days though. He could say what he wanted but he had enjoyed that. The sounds he had made told her as much. The mess all over the back of her thighs too. It had been rough going but it had ultimately been livable. Alex would deal because she was going to win him over. There was no other choice.
Again, he marveled at how innocent she looked. How fucking sexy. Sly, devious and evil wrapped up in all that lushness. His groin tightened painfully as his eyes tracked her thighs. Especially since his dry seed was still evident there. Her naked ass was plump. He was so tempted to fuck her again. He forced his eyes off of her. There was no way she was going to let him rut her again. Forget it. Not after the way he’d used her. Beck had never taken a human like that before. Hard and rough, most certainly bruising. He’d never fucked a female with no thought of her own pleasure and he’d never come so hard in the process. This, despite having to pull out. He grit his teeth.
Maybe he should have gone a little easier. Already, his body demanded more. He already felt slightly stronger. His wound should have bleed from all the exertion. It hadn’t. He’d been exhausted after coming, so much so that he hadn’t been able to let her up to clean for fear of passing out. Though pass out he had. Almost immediately. It felt like several hours had passed, but it was hard to tell.
He watched as the female stretched and rolled over onto her back. Her legs were closed, her skirt still up over her hips. Beck could see the strip of fur nestled between her thighs. The cave smelt musky…the distinct scent of rutting. His groin tightened some more. The memory of being inside her fresh. The drive to fuck was almost overwhelming.
“See something you like, shifter?” her voice was thick with sleep.
He ignored the question, which wasn’t really a question since they both knew the answer.
“Can I get up now? I’m hoping that dripping sound is water. Unless there are some wet wipes or something in that box of tricks you have at the back there?” Her brows were raised.
“Stay put.” He should just let her get up. Take her to the pool of water at the rear of the cave, but he enjoyed fucking with her. Moreover, he liked his seed on her. His seed was on a slayer. His. Seed. Stupid female. Did she really think she could worm her way onto his good side? Really? Not a fucking chance.
She would still be able to feel him between her legs. He’d been that rough. Good, let it serve as a reminder. He felt sweet fuck all for her. No, that wasn’t true, he hated her. His blood burned with hate.
She gave a soft sigh. “Okay, but you did a good job of dirtying me up.”
Dirtying her up. Dirtying. His cock reacted to her words. Fuck! He hated this attraction. Loathed it.
“You didn’t need to pull out, by the way.”
“What?” It took him a few moments to register what she had just said. He was about to answer when she went on.
“I’m on birth control. I get an injection every six months. My last one was just last month.”
He choked out a laugh. She was fucking hilarious. “You must be joking.”
“No, I thought you might want to know for next time. I can’t become pregnant.” She shook her head. Her eyes told him she was being serious.
“If you think I’m coming inside you, you’re delusional. So this is your ploy then. I get you with child and then we can’t make you pay. You’d buy yourself more time if you were carrying my child. Clever.”
She gave him a horrified look. It angered him that the thought of carrying his baby was that appalling to her. The fact that her opinion angered him, only served to further incite him.
“My seed and your womb will never meet, slayer. No fucking way!”
“I’m not just saying that to buy time!
” she tried to cover up. “I don’t want to get pregnant. I don’t even want kids.”
Bullshit! She didn’t want a kid with a disgusting, below-her shifter.
“I would never bring a child into this world just to save myself. I’m on birth control.” Her eyes were narrowed, her fists clenched. She really was working this angle. “I would never do something so low. So awful. A child to save myself? No way. That would be despicable!”
“Exactly!” he snarled. “I think you’d do just about anything to save yourself.”
“Not that!” she yelled.
“No, because having a child that was half dragon shifter would be unacceptable to you.” He went ahead and said it.
She shook her head. “I don’t want children, asshole! And yes, if I did, I wouldn’t want a child of mine raised to hate humans.”
He frowned. “What are you talking about?”
The slayer pursed her lips as if she had said too much. “You heard me.” She folded her arms.
“We don’t hate humans…you slayers, absolutely…humans though…?” He shook his head.
“You have a vendetta against all humans, don’t try and deny it.”
“Bull!” he bellowed, sounding more like a child than a grown male. This female was infuriating.
“Why are you taking human females then? Breeding them like cattle?” Her eyes blazed.
What the fuck!?
“I saw that human woman,” the slayer went on, a look of concern in her eyes. “She was clearly pregnant. There have been others,” she stated cryptically. Beck knew she was referring to the four humans who had been captured along with one of the water dragons some months back. This female had been behind the kidnapping. She fit the description. Name included…Alex…he liked bitch better. Had a little ring to it that suited her perfectly.
“Did she look unhappy to you?” Meghan loved Tide. The male was besotted with his human. This crazy bitch didn’t know what she was talking about.
The slayer’s eyes filled with confusion, but it didn’t last. “Brainwashed…you’re brainwashing them.”
“You’re fucking delusional!” he growled, feeling his blood boil. “All of you are. You really believe that, don’t you?”
She narrowed her eyes instead of answering.
“Is it too much to fathom that a human would want to be with one of us?” He shook his head. “Don’t answer that! I don’t give a shit what you think. I won’t come inside you. I don’t trust you.”
“Fine!” she practically growled. “I don’t give a shit. Pull out then…see if I care. I’ve heard that sperm is good for the skin…guess I’m going to have silky smooth thighs.”
He glanced down at her legs, at her pussy…he couldn’t help but to pull in a big breath through his nose. Beck could scent her. Could practically taste her on his tongue. He inhaled again, scenting her wet pussy…Fuck! His dick throbbed. Beck swallowed down his lust. Or tried to at any rate.
The female’s jaw was clenched, as were her little fists. She was angry with him, but he was fucked if he didn’t see desire in her eyes as they landed on his erect cock. Interesting. Very interesting indeed. He didn’t let this turn of events fool him. She had an ulterior motive in all this. Let her try and sway him. She could keep trying. She could try on her knees. On her back, and, if she was good enough, he might just let her ride his cock. Right then though, she could try with that sweet little mouth of hers. “You want this?” He palmed his dick from base to tip.
The female licked her lips. He watched the swipe of her tongue across the full expanse of her lower lip. He felt pre-cum bead on his tip.
“I said…” He was a dick, but it couldn’t be helped. She deserved it! “…do you want my cock?”
She kept her eyes on his cock and nodded once.
“I didn’t hear you.” Make that, he was a sadistic fuck. If she wanted to play, he was game.
“Yes,” her voice was clear and true. Not in the least timid, like he expected. She had guts. As much as he hated it, it was something he admired about her. The only fucking thing.
“Show me your tits.” His eyes moved to the silk-clad mounds.
Her chest heaved, her nipples hard against the shiny fabric. She slowly peeled one of the straps down, taking her bra strap down as well. Very slowly…so very, very slowly.
He had to bite back a snarl when one cherry tipped breast fell free. So heavy and soft-looking. So lush and ripe. Beck opened his legs, glancing down at his erect cock, at his heavy sac. “Take your top off!” He wanted to see her. All of her.
She shook her head.
Beck wanted to insist but at the same time, he liked that she didn’t completely submit to him. Mostly, but not all the way. It interested him big fucking time. It also angered him. “Suck me off,” he commanded, using a harsh tone. Surely, she would tell him to go to hell.
Surely.
His mouth dropped open in surprise when she leaned forward, her hair tumbling about her face. She leaned in closer and closer. He could feel her breath against his swollen head. Just before those lush-as-fuck lips touched him, Beck gripped a handful of her hair.
She made a tiny gasping noise, her eyes lifting to his. He held her in place, fisting her hair just hard enough for it to sting…just a little. “Don’t try anything or I’ll break your pretty little neck. You got it?”
“Yes.” Still firm. Still true. Not a hint of fear. Damn!
She gripped the base of his cock with her hand.
Beck narrowed his eyes on her and nodded once, relaxing his hold on her just a smidgen. Keeping his hand where it was though. She closed her mouth over his tip. Her tongue flicked out, licking his rim.
Fuuuuck!
He breathed out heavily, trying not to thrust into her mouth. As much as he wanted his cock at the back of her throat, he didn’t want to scare her. Didn’t want this to end.
She sucked on his tip, that tongue of hers working magic. Her other hand worked his shaft, up and down. Up and down. Smooth, even strokes that had his eyes rolling back. His whole head falling back. The slayer bitch was good at giving head.
She cupped his balls and his body jerked. “Careful,” he warned, his voice a deep rasp.
There was a popping noise as she let him go. “You’re still holding me too tightly.” She flicked her eyes upward.
His hand was still fisting her hair. “If you so much as catch me with a tooth, even by accident, you’ll regret it.”
“I’m not going to hurt you. What would that gain? I can’t kill you with my mouth.”
She couldn’t kill him but she could hurt him really fucking badly. He was crazy to let her do this. Thing was, he needed to come in her mouth. He was willing to risk his cock to make that happen. Yup, he was a sick bastard for sure. “I will…kill…you, slayer.” He spoke slowly and carefully, making sure she understood him. Making sure she knew he meant it. This wasn’t an empty threat. Beck kept his hand on her head but allowed her to move more freely. She took his cock in deep. The term deep-throating had never been more appropriate than in that moment. If she was trying to please him, by fuck, she was succeeding.
Beck groaned long and hard. The hand still surrounding his balls began massaging him. Cupping and massaging. Cupping and massaging.
Fuuuck!
Her mouth. That fucking mouth. Those lips. Pink and succulent. Lush. So fucking lush. His hips were making these tiny circular motions. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to all-out fuck her mouth. That’s how good it felt.
Fuuuck!
She made this little mewling noise. It shot straight to his balls which pulled tight. Her hand. That hand. It stroked the area somewhere between his balls and his ass. Who knew that patch of real-estate was so damn sensitive? Who fucking knew? His cock hit the back of her throat and he grunted, trying hard to keep from spewing.
Fuuuck!
She moaned and then mewled again, the noise filled with lust. With pleasure…with…hold up! Beck lifted his head. His mind was hazy with
the need to come. Her breasts swayed with every suck. His first thought was to rip the clothing off her. He wanted her bare for him. She suckled on his head and deep throated him intermittently. That hand. That wonderful hand of hers kept stroking no man’s land. He loved it!
Fuuuck!
She moaned around his cock. A deep vibration that shot all the way down his legs, right to the tips of his toes, which curled. Then he noticed her other hand. It was between the pretty pink folds of her pussy. She was strumming her clit like mad. Strumming. It. He watched as if he were detached from himself. Floating above them. Watched as her finger dipped into her hole, gliding in and out. Slick with her moisture. The scent of her pussy hit the back of his throat. His tongue. His mouth. Fucking honey! Her moans becoming more insistent. His balls pulled tight, getting ready to blow but, then again, by the sounds the slayer was making so was she.
Fuck!
Fucking hell!
His first instinct was to let her come. Maybe this once. He needed this so damned badly. He was fucking dying here.
No!
No fucking way.
She was the one insisting on this. This was her game. He would be damned if she got any enjoyment from him, out of this. A slayer. A killer. A… “Stop!” he growled, his hand tightening around her hair again.
Her hand stopped mid-thrust. Beck growled as she released his dick. His balls had pulled tight. Need accosted him. “You don’t get to touch yourself,” he pushed out.
She lifted her eyes, which were half-mast. Hazy with desire…with pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed. That amazing chest heaving. Beautiful! So damned beautiful.
Bitch!
“You don’t get to touch yourself. You don’t get to come.”
“Why?” she truly looked shocked.
“You don’t deserve to. Now, finish what you started.” He glanced down at his cock.
She clenched her jaw. “This isn’t right.” She dropped the hand from between her legs, her fingers glistening with her juices.
He ignored his body. “Not right you say? You hurting my friends wasn’t right. You shooting me wasn’t right. Kidnapping pregnant females is far from fucking right. Deal with it, sweetheart. You don’t get an ounce of pleasure from me. Not an ounce.”
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