Distrust reared its ugly head inside of me, sharp and raw, but it couldn’t stop the small, cruel chuckle that escaped as I peeled my hand away and yanked down his pants, fully exposing him to the audience’s hungry gaze.
My eyes dropped to that thick, throbbing cock, studying the pulse visibly pounding beneath his taut skin. A soft moan slipped from his lips, and a single bead of precum dripped at the tip like liquid promise. My stomach clenched with want, the primal urge to taste it, to lap up every drop and utterly claim him surging through me like wildfire. My body leaned toward him, drawn as if by some magnetic pull, but I forced myself to resist the flash of heat on my back that tried to drive me even closer.
Drawing in a deep breath, I unfurled my wings in a sudden glorious flare, stepping to the side as I grasped the invisible posts that made this cross into a wheel. I winked at him and playfully murmured, “My turn.” With a deft pull, the cross began to spin, round and round, like a wicked game wheel designed to disorient its passenger.
I’d calibrated it just right, forcing enough spins to blur his senses and heighten every feeling. As the cross slowed and halted, his head hung down, but his cock stood proudly, exposed and vulnerable.
Hovering above him, my wings beating softly, I felt the familiar surge of power and control. Backing myself up mid-air, I marveled at the strength I’d honed, holding myself steady without strain. Those wing strength-training sessions were worth it.
Sliding one hand between my legs, I brushed my fingers over my slick heat, stretching myself in slow, deliberate preparation.
Then, with a sharp backward thrust, I sheathed myself fully on his rock-hard cock, wings flexing to push me deeper. A scream ripped from my throat, raw, untamed, as my wolf’s voice erupted in a jumble of broken words—half-commands, half-pleas—that were lost in his upside-down world.
I rocked my hips against him, slow and seductive at first, then harder, faster, each movement drawing shivers and moans from the crowd below. Their lustful gazes clung to me like a tangible force, every pair of eyes worshipping, trembling, craving. Around me, bodies writhed in sync, some pleasuring themselves while others entwined with lovers, but all were captivated by me. Their devotion only stoked the flames of my hunger.
“You’re all fucking mine. My puppets.” My voice was a low growl as I slammed down on my wolf’s cock, his muffled moans strangling his throat.
Voices rose in chorus, praising, begging, an intoxicating symphony of surrender.
“I’m yours, Miss Glovefox. All yours.”
“Please, let me come. Show me how you want me to come.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! You own me, body and soul.”
Their cries were dark prayers, igniting the monster inside me as the coil of my pleasure wound tighter, tighter. My voice roughened, becoming ragged, as I lost myself in the rapture of being adored.
One by one, the room erupted in the climax’s crescendo, a cascade of breathless moans and cries weaving into a primal hymn dedicated to me.
Beneath me, my wolf’s strangled words hit like a hammer. “Please… fuck… Give me what you promised. Ruin me. Break me.”
With my anger simmering down, a slip of consciousness seeped through.He has been such a good toy. I should reward him.
Gripping the invisible pegs for leverage, I pounded harder, faster, relentlessly driving him to the edge where breath came short and ragged, no space left to recover. A wild, savage roar burst free from my lips as my body tightened into the pinnacle of pleasure.
Fuck him. Break him. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Throwing my head back, bending so far it felt like I might snap, I clenched down on his cock as his cry shattered the air and his warmth spilled inside me.
My thoughts drifted, just for a second, to my bodyguard who still didn’t know his place. I slid my gaze to the left, expecting the usual—those pitiful, regret-filled eyes and that impassive, stone-cold mask. Unbothered. Unbroken.
That wasn’t what I saw.
His face, normally unreadable, was wild and unfiltered, twisted up with an ache he couldn't hide. His mouth hung open slightly, his eyes ablaze with a fire I’d never seen in him before. A storm of want and fury warred across his features, barely contained. Every muscle in his body was coiled tight, ready to spring. He looked alive and broken all at once, his inner world bleeding out for everyone to see.
Like the final box was checked, my vision blurred, all my energy converging on that last savage thrust. My orgasm crashed over me like a wild rollercoaster, unceasing, overwhelming, and utterly consuming. I let out a silent scream of pure, unfiltered ecstasy that pulsed through my whole being.
* Song: Eat Spit! By Slush Puppy feat. Royal & the Serpent
14
ANIYAH
What the hell came over me?
I landed hard, my heels clicking against the stage floor, wolf cum sliding down my thigh. The sharp musk of sex clung to the air. Around me, the chorus of heavy panting still echoed, everyone breathless, spent.
A low groan came from behind. I turned and found the male wolf, my tool, slumped, his chest heaving, on the verge of passing out.
