He did as he said, swinging his hips and then grinding into me. I felt the bulge in his cock grow, slipping easily in and out for now. It grew bigger, though, starting to catch. Butterflies filled my stomach and my body answered, pushing up to him. Helping him work it in. The liquid magma poured down my middle. Lights danced behind my eyes. My nerves were on overload, craving this, craving the slick slide of our bodies crashing into each other.
“I’m going to fuck this knot into you,” he whispered softly, propped on an elbow now with that hand wrapped around my shoulders. His other hand was at my hip, holding me in place while he strove deeper. “I’m going to lodge it in, good and tight, and you’re going to stew in anger as you come on me, over and over and over again. Tomorrow you’re going to hate me as you leak my cum all down your thighs and shiver with the memory of how it got there. I can fight dirty, too. The next time you decide to knee me in the balls, you’ll remember this moment.”
My eyes snapped open with his dark chuckle, anger rolling through me. It was too late, though. Even if I hadn’t been too far gone, desperate to get him closer, needing his release, his knot was already trapped inside of me. It kept expanding until now it was getting uncomfortable. Then it was painful, a hard ache, stealing my breath.
I whined, my legs uncoiling from him, trying to push him away now.
“Work that clit, baby.” Despite his intentions, his voice became oh so soft. His arms came around me, holding me tightly. “Work that clit and relax for me. You need to relax or it’ll be pain the whole time. Let your body adjust to me.”
I held onto his neck with one hand, my face tight against the other side, my fingers working myself. He held totally still, allowing me time to adjust, filling me in a way no one else ever had. The size of the knot must grow with the power of the wolf, because I’d never experienced one I couldn’t get away from with a little effort. And certainly not one that I’d needed coaching to endure.
“That’s right,” he cooed, the pain easing into merely being uncomfortable again, my ministrations helping. “Keep going. That’s my good girl. Almost there.”
I pulled back from his neck and found his lips, thankful for once that he had this weird effect on me. He moaned, and whilehe might pretend this was some sort of payback, he was just as wrapped up in this feeling as I was. His control was equally nonexistent.
The uncomfortable feeling gradually fell away and as it did, the pleasure started to build again. I moved a little, gasping with the drum beat of decadent sensation that vibrated up my middle. His slow smile was dazzling, intimate, and then he was rolling his hips in a way that enhanced the feeling. I closed my eyes and bowed my head a little, working myself, feeling his movement.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned. “Work that little pussy around my cock.”
I tried a little move of my own, his knot tugging on me, a splice of pain through the pleasure that made him moan deep and low.
“That’s right,” he said before sucking in my bottom lip. “Use me. Fuck this big dick deep into that little pussy. You are pure ecstasy.”
I moved a little more until the pain eased again, my body winding tighter until I was rocking into him, him twisting and turning in a way not usual for sex but that lit me on fire all the same.
“Fucking . . . hell,” I said against his shoulder, squeezing him tighter with my legs. “Holy . . . fucking . . .he?—”
My climax exploded, making me shake and quiver against him. He continued to move, rolling his body within mine, hitting places I didn’t realize could feel that way, could consume my focus so totally.
He reached down and yanked my hand away. “You won’t need that anymore. My knot is going to make you come all over your alpha’s thick cock.”
A sunburst exploded behind my eyes, another wave of pleasure slamming me home. Still it built more, his movements getting more erratic. His breathing became heavier until he heldme hard again, pumping deeper into me, never pulling back enough to cause me pain. His cock rubbed just right, like it was meant to fit there. His teeth took little bites at my neck before he sucked in my fevered skin.
His hips jerked harder. I groaned within the sensation. He fisted my hair, grinding deep.
“Fuckyes,” he swore with his release, filling me with a heat that made my eyes flutter. Another climax tore through me, this one the biggest yet, making me shudder against him and rake my nails down his back.
“Oh fu—” I said as I rode it, wrapping around him as much as I could.
He shook again, utter bliss, before his kiss turned languid.
“Hold on, baby. We’ve got a while before this will subside, I think.” His upper body peeled back. He grabbed my hands and pulled me with him, wrapping one around my back to steady me and turning us over. He lay back down, me on top of him, before putting his hands behind his head.
I looked down on his beautiful, beguiling face, his smug smile one I didn’t much care for. His cock was still a huge swell inside of me, not yet diminished in the slightest. I’d heard some wolves took a few moments to go down, but it was almost always soon after their climax.
A throb of pleasure stole my breath. It was not a climax but kick-started me into building toward one again as though I was actively working for it and not merely sitting atop him. I knew my confusion showed clearly on my face.
“You’re with an alpha now.” His smug smile grew. “I derive pleasure from locking my release deep inside you. It creates a constant sort of hum until the knot fades. You’ll derive pleasure from the same thing, except you also have bodily stimulation. I’ll climax each time you do, and I get to sit here and watch you writhe, desperate to be away from me but equally desperate formore. Isn’t that right, Little Wolf? Hatefully trapped in pleasure as your tormenter watches you struggle? As I said, there is more than one way to fight dirty.”
I stared down at him, my stomach tightening.
He was right, of course. The passion that led me to make this terrible decision was receding, and with its departure came cool logic. The last thing I wanted was to sit here impaled on the cock of a man that intended to unlawfully rip me from my home and take me to the dragons to have me killed. A man who had destroyed my life anew and killed the last person I thought of as family. I’d rather cut his dick off than get pleasure from it—something I should’ve rememberedbeforeI grabbed his cock or accepted his knot.
However, logic wasn’t without its rewards.
He thought I was scum. A killer of innocents. He hated me as much as I did him. Whatever feeling was altering my mind was working on him, too, making him lose control. An alpha like this, a leader who had his camp in perfect order with all the tents in a crisp line, and his people following his direction to the letter—he’d hate that slip. He’d hate that I’d gotten to him. He was probably kicking himself that he’d locked me like this, realizing his desperation at the time, complete with flimsy reasoning, was now a punishment forhim.
Instead of admitting fault for this fucked up situation or allowing himself to feel the guilt and degradation of the moment, he was shoving it back on me.
