Rhyland moans his satisfaction, the rumble vibrating through me as he laps up my essence like a man starved. Rhyland groans, his thumbs spreading me open wider, exposing me completely to his hungry mouth. "You taste sweet and intoxicating, like cotton candy spun just for me."
With a growl that vibrates through my entire body, he flips me over effortlessly. I barely have time to register the change in position before I'm on my hands and knees, bent over the chair with the furs soft against my heated skin.
His hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him. The new angle allows him to sink even deeper, hitting those spots inside me that blur the line between pleasure and pain. A broken moan spills from my lips, my head dropping forward as I brace myself against the onslaught of sensation.
"Fuck, baby. The sight of you spread open for me like this is enough to drive me insane," his voice is strained, his control fraying at the edges. "So perfect, so tight around my cock."
His fingers tangle in my hair, tugging my head back to expose my throat. "Don't you ever deny me again, Angel. Do you understand?" His voice is a low, deadly rumble that sends goosebumps across my skin. "Say it."
Thecommand is a threat wrapped in velvet, a demand that sends a rush of wet heat pooling between my thighs. This isn't my usually controlled Rhyland—his restraint has snapped, replaced by a primal need that matches my own.
I arch my back, my breasts thrusting forward, offering myself to him completely. "Yes, Sir." The words spill from my lips without thought, a submissive surrender that feels as natural as breathing.
Rhyland freezes, his hips stuttering mid-thrust. "What did you just say?"
I can feel the tension in his body—his arousal, the coil of confusion tightening alongside the raw need that still pulses between us.
My breath comes in short gasps as I tip my head back, meeting his shocked gaze over my shoulder. A knowing smirk curves my lips as I purr, "I said, yes,Sir."
His grip on my hip tightens, his hold on my hair possessive. "Fuck," he growls, his hips snapping forward with renewed ferocity. "Why the hell does that turn me on so damn much?"
I have no answer, only the instinctual need that thrums through my veins.
His fangs strike without warning, the sting melting into ecstasy as he drinks deeply. Each pull sends lightning through my system, my walls clenching around him as I moan brokenly. His venom floods me as his cock claims me from behind, the dual assault making my vision blur.
He tears free with a snarl, blood streaming down my chest. "This tight cunt was made for my cock. Never denying me again, understand?"
I whimper as he pounds into me. His palm cracks across my ass. "Answer me, Angel. Do. You. Understand?"
Another smack—the sharp crack of his palm against my ass echoes through the room like a gunshot, the unexpected strike stealing my breath. The sting spreads like liquid fire across my skin, but instead of pain, it sends a jolt of electric pleasure straight to my entire body. My body responds instantly, clenching around him as the burning handprint on my flesh only heightens every sensation. I never knew I could crave this—this perfect dance between pleasure and pain, each strike pushing me closer to the edge. The heat of his mark brands me, and God help me, I want more.
"Y-Yes! I understand."
Hegathers my hair in his fist, yanking my head back with a controlled force that makes my scalp tingle and my back bow. The position forces my throat into an elegant arch, my breasts thrust forward.
"Open your mouth," he commands, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that brooks no argument.
My lips part instantly, a Pavlovian response to his dominance. His fingers push past them without hesitation, sliding down my throat until I feel the intrusion deep inside. I gag reflexively, my body fighting the invasion even as my core pulses with shameless want. The sting of my watering eyes and the struggle for breath only amplifies the electricity coursing through my veins.
"Relax, baby." He withdraws his fingers slowly, leaving a wet trail along my jaw. His voice holds a wicked promise that makes my heart race. "You're going to need that throat nice and pliable for what's coming next."
A dark thrill shoots through me at his words, my inner walls fluttering around his thickness in anticipation. His thrusts become rougher, more urgent, the obscene sound of skin against skin filling the air like a primal drumbeat. Each impact jars my entire body, sending ripples of pleasure-pain radiating outward from where we're joined.
He then wraps his massive paw around my throat, claiming dominance over my very breath. His hold on my hair only tightens, leaving no doubt about who's in control. He's got me locked in his iron grip, at his mercy and loving every second of my surrender.
"Take it, Angel." His command is punctuated by a particularly brutal thrust that forces a broken cry from my lips. He uses his grip to force me into an even deeper arch, my spine bending to his will. "Feel every inch splitting you open. Gonna mark you so deep you'll feel me for days."
I whimper at the promise, my inner muscles fluttering at the thought of carrying his imprint within me long after we're done. He knows exactly what his possessive words do to me, how they liquefy my core and dissolve my resistance. He knows I crave his ownership, his brand upon my body like a physical manifestation of our bond.
"Give me what I want." He demands, his grip in my hair tightening to the exquisite edge where pain transforms into its own kind of ecstasy. "Fucking flood this cock with that sweet cream. Scream for me like the needy little slut you are."
Holy. Fucking. Hell. Note to self: withholding sex from my Viking beefcake for a week might be the best-terrible decision I've ever made. He's completely unrestrained, pure dominant alpha, and fuck if it isn't the hottest thing I've ever experienced. The way he's claiming me, marking me... I might have created a monster, but god help me, I need more.
His grip on my throat, the pain in my hair, his relentless cock—it all shatters me.
"Rhyland, fuck!" My orgasm explodes, flooding us both as he releases my throat. My cum coats everything, the force pushing him from my body. I cry out desperately at the emptiness.
He slams back in immediately, harder and thicker. "God. Damn. Love it when you make a mess for me, baby. Fucking beautiful."
