It was hard to feel in control all the time with a man like Marcus, whose fingers dipped lower and lower as he pulled her body further into his, content to allow his hand to feel the weight of her breast as the other dipped below her sparse pubic hair, a long finger curling back into her as he felt along her folds.
El closed her eyes, holding her breath as she felt Marcus’s finger curl outside of her, swearing that it had to be a special talent of some sort that the man possessed that allowed him to somehow always brush her clitoris in a way that was tantalizingly close and left El tensing up in front of him, waiting for his impending commentary.
“Wet,” Marcus said with a chuckle of amusement.He was never surprised when he said things like that.She supposed that was because she was his mate, and her body always reacted in such a way when he began to touch her.But there was also a chance that Marcus knew what an unfairly good lover he was, that he was overly attentive, and her body pretty much prepared herself from the moment that she saw him every day.
He had to have some semblance of a clue, considering the somewhat scandalizing way that he slowly and purposefully—as if he didn’t have a care, and it didn’t matter to him whether or not anyone saw him doing so on the front lawn—brought his fingers up to his lips, tasting El on his fingertips with a look on his face akin to a man attending one of the world’s greatest wine tastings.
The groan that blossomed from his chest was unfairly sexy, as was the way that he shifted beneath her, pulling El further into him until she practically straddled his lap, an argument living and dying on El’s lips as he kissed them and left her lust addled and unafraid.
Mentally, a small part of her was becoming more conscious of where they were and the fact that, despite being the Pride’s Luna, it still would be quite a show for someone if they were to come across her then.
The thought of someone, anyone but her mates seeing her in such a state felt wrong to El, but the warmth of Marcus’s hands on her thighs felt oh so right, as did the strength of his legs beneath hers as he nudged her further apart, exposing more of her pussy to him and opening up her core to the world so close to what had to be one of the most popular spots on the compound—the area right beside the luscious blue lake that enticed so many to dive in its depths.
Maybe, if shame overcame her, El could make a break for it and run into the water, she thought to herself.If someone came across them, then…
All thoughts died as Marcus’s hands returned down to her, his fingers curling just outside the slick of her folds as he dipped a tip experimentally in, if only to hear the way that El gasped and watched as she helplessly bucked towards him.
El often liked to feel in control when she was with her mates, but there were moments like this where she was more than willing to allow them to control her.It was all too easy when lust hit too hard to allow herself to be manipulated by Marcus, letting his hands guide her backwards and into him as his fingers played with her folds, toying with them and spreading them between him as he bared her to the world.
“What would people say if they came across us?”El helplessly whimpered as the cool breeze ran across her sex, causing her to throw her head back and hold her breath, only to hear the low, amused chuckle in her ears from the lips of Marcus.
“Nothing, if they’re smart,” Marcus stated as he again exploratively thrust a finger into El, this time without warning or build if only to hear her gasp and watch the way that she bit down hard on peachy lips.“Perhaps, if a man,” he said and relished in the way that she shook her head against his shoulders as if she never wanted any other man to see or touch her—not outside of her mates.He carried on, if only for the thrill of that.“If a man, then he would see you, whimpering and pleading, your pussy soaking my hand,” Marcus whispered into her ear as he curled his finger inside her, satisfied by how tightly El grabbed at him, “and he would be jealous,” Marcus said, relishing in the rise of her hips and the further fall of her head as El tried and failed to seek more.
She would have to try much harder than that to put the torture to a swift, untimely end.
“If it were a woman, however,” Marcus said, drawing out his voice as he took in the low growl that boiled in El’s throat.
Her lioness never liked competition.God help him.He loved it.
The smart thing to do at that very moment would have probably been to shut his mouth and stop talking, realizing that there was always a dangerous edge to El when her lioness began to resurface, but Marcus didn’t exactly want to do the smart thing at that moment.If anything, he wanted to continue taunting and teasing her, relishing in the raw power that was exhibited by the fact that El’s inner beasts were so easy to rile up even when she had only just transformed—something that would have been able to null the inner lion of a lesser woman.
He held his breath for a moment, just one, bringing her further and further to the brink of jealousy as she sat in his lap, her fingernails driving hard into his thighs and making it impossible for him to forget the fact that at the end of the day, no matter who came across them, he was hers and hers alone.No other lioness should be allowed to look at him in the same way.
That was just the nature of the beast.
And the nature of Marcus?Well, it was to play with his mate.“Can you imagine it, someone else coming along and seeing us?Seeing the way that you writhe along my leg, begging for more?Another lioness would be jealous of you, wishing that they could feel my skin beneath them in the same way as you teeter nearer and nearer to the border of satisfaction,” Marcus growled, enjoying the way that her jaw tightened and her pussy clenched around his fingers as he taunted her, her teeth digging further and further into her bottom lip.“You must feel bad for them when you imagine them, watching you as you climax on my fingers, knowing that they'll never be able to satisfy the beg inside of them quite like you will,” Marcus murmured, lavishing her neck with kisses as he did his best to soften her up, his thumb drawing short circles around her nipples as she let out the softest, slightest moan.“You have four of the most powerful men in our world wrapped around your fingers, El, and yet, despite that, a little petting is all that it takes to turn you into a whimpering mess,” Marcus teased, nipping at her neck as he speared three fingers inside of her in one swift motion, a low chuckle tearing out of his throat at the furious, tortured groan that escaped El as he harshly withdrew from her, leaving her grinding against his lap in dissatisfaction.
There was something so gratifying about the way that she looked back at him at that moment, his mate staring at him with cold, hard tears in her eyes as she rolled her hips against his leg, desperate for friction as if she could somehow rub her way to release—Marcus knew that when one was around their mate, little other than the touch of another could satisfy the body’s demands.
“You have to ask for it,” Marcus told her in a mirror of the situation El had found herself in just the night before, the glint in his eyes likely looking far too close to the way that her own expression had looked as she tormented Ryan.
But unlike Ryan, she wasn't so weak that she would give in and begin to beg.It took far more than a little heavy petting to get to her.If Marcus wasn't going to touch her, then she was just going to have to make him want nothing more than to do so.She was just going to have to tease him in her own way.That was easy enough to begin with, considering the fact that her hips moved almost somewhat instinctually to grind down on his leg, forcing Marcus to be aware of the growing wetness that had pooled at her core.
And if he thought that he was going to withdraw his hand from her breast?Well, El took well enough care of that, allowing her back to press hard into his abs and replacing his hands with her own, her thumbs moving across her nipples in a way that was so close and yet so far from the pleasure that Marcus had only just awarded her.
“Marcus,” she murmured, his name residing on her lips if only to remind him that at the end of the day, he could put himself out of this pain and join her.It had been his idea to do such things outside, to begin with.It was rude of him to ignore her; after all, El was still young, and she didn’t have years of debauchery under her belt.Not like him.
But still, Marcus refused to crack, forcing her to grow more frustrated by the minute as she realized that he really was holding true to his demands and expecting her to beg him.
Her soft blue eyes looked back at him, once again growing watery as the frustration began to get to her, and she realized just what level of torment she was putting herself through.Was it worth it to need someone so much, if only to prove a point?
“Marcus,” she repeated again.This time, her voice was lower, breathier.It was barely a whisper that escaped her lips, the type of sound that one made to draw another in closer, if only to hear them.Marcus obliged, bending his head to look her in the eyes, his gaze still tinged with amusement.
“Do you think you're going to win?”Marcus rumbled, nestling his nose down along her neck, if only to get a better look at the way that El manipulated herself in front of him.“You know, I could help you find release in just a matter of seconds.You're ready.I can practically smell it,” Marcus said, practically tormenting her with the knowledge of how right he was.
It took everything in her not to cry, and even then, she ended up betraying herself, letting out the slightest wine as she bucked her hips forward, practically begging for release.“Marcus,” she said again.This time, her words were different, far needier and wanting.It was a beg.She hated it, but still.“Please.”
Please was the magic word.It always had been with him.The moment that she said it, his hands came to rest on her hips, pulling her backwards.But while El expected his fingers to slide inside of her, fucking her to oblivion right there on the front lawn, she hadn’t expected the sudden, hard intrusion of his cock between her cheeks nor the way that Marcus lifted her.
