I shook my head and furrowed my brows together. My eyes watered. I didn’t expect to be on my knees for him tonight, and I didn’t expect to be enjoying it this much.
When I finally gasped, he forced his cock into my mouth and pushed himself all the way down my throat. “There you fucking go. That wasn’t too hard for you, was it?”
My lips met the base of his cock, and I gagged. Spit dripped out of my mouth and onto my chin. I placed my hands on his thighs, digging my nails into his skin.
With long, hard, and fast thrusts, he fucked my mouth, making me gag over and over again. “If you wanted me to fuck your pretty little face all along, all you had to do was ask, Isabella. But since you want to make this hard, I will be hard with you.”
He grabbed the sides of my head and pulled his cock fully out of my mouth. I stared up at him, my eyes watery and my lips swollen. “Fuck you,” I said.
He pushed his cock back down my throat until my lips pressed against his base. He tugged on my hair, forcing me to gaze up at him. I pushed my hands against his thighs, trying to push him away, but he held me in place. “Are you going to disrespect me again?” he asked. Heat pooled between my legs as his eyes grew darker. “Answer me, Isabella.”
I shook my head, desperate to breathe again. “Mm-mm.”
“I don’t believe you.”
I tried to speak, but all I could do was gag.
“What was that?” He smirked, then began thrusting himself in and out of my mouth again, hitting the back of my throat each time. I gazed at him, pleading with him to let me breathe for just a moment, but loving every single second of him like this.
The wild, feral, dominant alpha.
My wild, feral, dominant alpha.
My pussy clenched. All I wanted was for him to plunge his cock into it, for him to brush his canines against my neck, to feel him moments away from sinking them into my flesh and claiming me as his own. My wolf purred at the thought.
He tore off my tank top, the cool night air immediately making my nipples hard, and groped my breast in his hand. With two fingers, he pinched my nipple. A wave of pleasure rolled through me, and I moaned on his cock.
Lacing his other hand into my hair, he thrusted his cock all the way down my throat and stilled. “Moan for me again, Isabella.” He pinched my nipple, and I moaned on him. He groaned under his breath, his warm cum filling my mouth.
When he pulled out, I collapsed onto my hands and gasped for breath, my spit and his cum dripping off of my lips.
“Sit up,” he said.
I sat back, my chest rising and falling. His gazed raked down my body—from my eyes to my lips to my tits. “Who knew you’d look so sexy with my cum dripping out of your pretty little mouth like that?” He brushed a finger against my bottom lip, wiping the cum from it, and stuck it into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked his cum off of his finger.
His eyes slightly softened for only a moment, becoming an inviting gold. He clenched his jaw, took a deep breath, and shook his head.
Again, he paused for a moment and looked strained—as if he was torn between throat-fucking me another time and something else. But I didn’t know what that something else was.
Without another word, he zippered his pants and walked to the door. “It’s sad, Isabella. If only you could fight as well as you suck my cock.”
Chapter 8
Roman
I walked right out of Isabella’s room, trying not to stare at her teary eyes. It only made me feel worse. She was so fucking good at fighting, almost better than me.
But I needed to get her angry, furious, livid for tomorrow. Ryker was going to show up, and I needed her to screw up. I needed her to stumble. I needed her to fail.
I wanted to break her down piece by piece—had been trying to do it all week—so he would think she was just as weak as the next trainee. And so I could keep her to myself.
Her scent still lingered on my body, and I readjusted myself through my pants. I never wanted to hurt her. I wanted to love her. We had fallen out of friendship so many years ago… and I wanted her back.
But this… this I knew was beyond me. Even the dom in me wanted to take it back. He didn’t enjoy degrading her when he knew that she was the most beautiful thing to walk this earth.
My phone buzzed in my pocket as I walked into the packhouse. “I’ll be at practice tomorrow to see Isabella,” Ryker’s text message read.
I sighed through my nose, grabbed my journal, and walked to the cave. It was what I had done nearly every night that I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep.
