Crooking those wicked digits, he went from softly seeking out her velvet secrets, to assault. Battling against a well-understood target, he mapped her out. Knew how to ruin. Spreading his knuckles, extending one finger, and the thrust of his hand, measured, fierce enough to shove her gasping body up the slippery floor as he battered her pussy to show her how good it could feel should she understand the war was already won.
The counter pressure on her lower belly… how he pinned her and used the exact amount of force necessary to carefully tap her cervix with his finger in a way that made her toes curl as the rest of her wrung around his fingers like a vice.
The lewd smack each time his palm met her pussy, the squelch, the violence of it…
How he knew exactly what he was doing. Ominous dark ocean rushing in and around where she burned bright, the hard, precisely angled jabs of his hand staking claim. It was more than ownership. Her pussy became his slave, twitching and churning at its master’s whim, her cunt glorying in meticulous Beta touch, molding around exacting fingers while he sought out deeper spots, dripping scented slick as he worked her swollen, aching clit with his thumb until she screamed in delight.
Legs shaking, thighs clamping down on his wrist as if to hold him there forever, she came with a rush of such pleasure his name tore from her throat, a desperate plea, a surrender to her true god. “Jules!”
Voice husky with desire, Jules murmured at her ear, “Do you enjoy this, darling?”
Forming words when the insistent throb between her legs had grown to such a fever pitch was almost impossible. “Yes!”
It should have been humiliating how powerfully she responded to such skill. The idea that the Beta would not have been able to perform so laughable she could cry. Shewascrying, sobbing with relief as what was twisted relaxed, an orchestrated, perfected orgasm unfurling a tight hole that had locked shut thanks to the cruelty of another.
Smirk proud, Jules leaned down to take her mouth. Lips she offered so he might tease at her tongue and play. A monster with a soul corrupted beyond measure spoiled her senses, drowned out the petulant raging of a distant Alpha so expertly that Brenya closed her eyes to savor, to lie back and receive. To float away as the ebb of such pleasure left her boneless goo.
Jules’s ravenous ocean ebbed, his writhing sea of personal demons rolling away from her shores, to leave her pleasure-bleached remains right there, spent on the floor, panting as the ceiling came back into view.
Leaving her vulnerable to another.
Without the greater psyche awash in her mind, a piercing sensation of disloyalty let her know how deeply she’dinsultedJacques Bernard. The imprisoned man himself leaned on their link to denounce her desires, no longer able to force her to come, as he’d lost all traces of desire.
“Brenya! I am your mate! Obey me!”
“Good girl, angel.” Fingers deep inside her, Jules’s mouth was everywhere—her throat, collarbones, the curve of hershoulder—teeth scraping the delicate skin. His lips traced fire down her sternum, tongue darting out to taste the salt of her sweat between her heaving breasts. Each kiss purposeful, deliberate, a declaration of intent that warned what was coming could not be undone. The dark magic of his thick, nudging fingers pulling at her insides never lost rhythm, even as he leaned over her to murmur, “We’ve only just begun.”
But what had been bliss now felt like gnawing guilt, shame bricking up her growing ease as an Alpha’s scathing whisper slid through her pleasure like a splinter.“Do not trust him, mon chou!”
The sour flavor that preceded vomit filled Brenya’s mouth. A gag already drawing her abdomen to contract, then release, then contract again. Tight, shallow pulses that signaled one thing: she was going to be very sick. “He knows!”
“Let him know,” said with a sinister chuckle, the sea of Jules, his monstrous, writhing corpses playing in the sand of her shore to creep higher once again. Caressing with their death-like stillness as if to offer her a place to frolic, to hide, to accept he was the one she needed. “Let him watch and whine while you ignore his tantrums and feel me move inside you. Show him what you’re made of, what you’ll tolerate. And let him feel just how horrible it is to be forced to experience pleasure you didn’t ask for and never wanted. Teach him a lesson, now while he’s unguarded, upset, and unprepared. Make him regret, Brenya Havel. Teach the Alpha there are consequences.”
As he spoke vindictive temptation at her ear, it was like cool water on a burning building. Temptation poured through their bond, not enough to fully quell what writhed in her belly, but enough to show her those feelings were not her own.
All as Jules worked his fingers deeper inside her with a wriggling, new, sensual motion. “You want more, don’t you? My cock, Brenya. My hands. My mouth. All night.” His arm camearound her, a predator toying with its meal, showing her how easily he could snatch her from the floor and take her where she needed to be. “Invite me into your nest, and I will do things to you even your brilliant mind could never imagine.” He pressed a series of kisses to her jaw before licking at her ear, his threat sealed with a sharp bite to her soft flesh. “End this battle, and I promise to destroy you piece by piece. Over and over again, until you know how safe you are in my care.”
Going strangely liquid at his threats, on a moan, she pressed closer, intoxicated, horribly spun up by the way his knuckles caught at something new inside her. “I’ll try.”
That was all she could offer.
And all Jules needed.
Already moving them toward a place where he could lay her down in softness. Meticulous in keeping her focus on his hungry lips and not his doings.
The mattress hit the back of her legs, Brenya unsure how they had crossed the rooms so quickly. Parts of her nest were pulled apart, manipulated by the very man laying her back on a pile of cushions that raised her pelvis and had her hair pouring back like a river.
And then it went so fast there was no time to second-guess.
Jules crushed on her fears, manipulated her senses, buoyed her up, and made her feel and watch it all as a hurricane broke loose.
Her naked body, angled oddly, was pressed down into the nest by a lean, strong male. Setting his teeth to the scar on her throat, he savaged his claiming mark, knowing full well what it would do to her.
Groaning like a dying woman, she drank him down like the finest poison. Dared touch his sweat-slicked skin, to feel the sin of him, keening when the tip of his cock caught on her hungryopening. Forgetting to think, forgetting her name, starved for more, and panting like a dog in heat.
Snarls came from the Beta she had never heard, growls, rattling vibrations that shot right between her slick-drenched thighs. Nothing like the overbearing, bullying barks Jacques might have made to hurry things along.
Pure male appreciation. Jules’s velvet to Jacques’s coarse weave.
