An overwhelming urge to apologize seized me. To Amanda for not understanding what had come over her. To Sea for misleading him with that kiss. To Wild for running despite his explicit warnings. My voice cracked as I repeated, over and over again, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.”
“Aw, that’s a sweet apology, ain’t it?” Wild answered with a cruel smile in his voice. “But I’m afraid yer torture’s only just begun, Flower.”
Unfortunately — for me — his use of the word “torture” wasn't a case of Wild being overdramatic.
Instead of taking me, he placed light kisses on every single bit of my exposed skin.
Instead of sucking either of my breasts into his mouth, he held me down, pinning my hands above my head as he blew hot, useless air against my distended nipples.
Instead of saving me from being denied by Aidan, the ruthless male made me beg even harder until tears burned in my eyes. “Wild, please…”
“Please, what?” Wild whispered in my ear instead, without letting any part of him settle against my desperate, clenching mound.
I choked on panic. Then it occurred to me to call, “Sea! Sea,please. Make him stop torturing me!”
I cried out for help, even though I couldn’t see the other Irish King.
Only hear the clomp of his feet pacing back and forth in the vicinity of the bed.
The clomping stopped abruptly. But then, Wild looked over his shoulder and said something that sounded downright vicious in Gaelic.
And no answer to my plea came from Sea.
Wild had been right. The Diplomatic King wouldn’t save me.
The Wild King was in charge now.
“Ye beg so sweet, Flower.” Wild finally,finally, settled his length against my mound. “Let me give ye a little bit of relief.”
My heart soared with hope when Wild released my hands from above my head and rocked against me a few times, giving the swollen nub the attention it craved.
The tight rope of need inside my belly loosened… only to release a few sad sparks.
“It isn’t enough!” I sobbed as the pitiful embers of the insufficient climax got swallowed back into my ocean of need. “You know it isn’t!”
The tears weren't just burning at this point. They streamed down my face. “Wild,please. I’m begging you! I’m begging you.”
Wild’s hard expression softened at my tears. For a moment, the eager wolf glow returned to his eyes.
But then it flickered back out.
Like something ruthlessly extinguished.
“What are ye begging me for?” he asked in a hard, mean croon. “I want to hear the words out ofyer pretty little runaway mouth.”
“Please claim me,” I gasped.
“I’ve already done that,” he pointed out in an infuriatingly reasonable tone. “Every wolf in both the Sea and Wild kingdoms knows who ye belong to, don’t they?”
“Pleasemateme,” I clarified.
“I gave you my pledge. Did you not hear it?” he answered in a sandpaper-dry tone that made me want to rip his non-glowing eyes out.
Oh, God.“Pleasefuckme.” I debased myself for the cruel wolf on top of me. “Fuck me, Wild.Please.”
“I will give ye the fuck ye’re desiring. I promise ye,” Wild crooned, filling my chest with relief. But then he said, “AfterI’m done punishing ye.”
I had never known such anguish as I did in that moment.
