“I-I don’t know. I never thought about it before.”
“Good girl. We can come back to that,” he whispers against my ear, pinching again just to hear me gasp. My back arches and my hips buck forward. His cock rubs against me, sending bolts of electricity through my overstimulated body.
“Tell me, Aurora. When you’re alone and aching, how do you get yourself off?
“My fingers,” I whisper. “Or … a vibrator?”
Ezra hums darkly, clearly pleased. “Do you imagine it’s me? My hands pinning you down? My teeth at your throat?”
Fuck. The only sound I can muster is a whimper before he chuckles and moves on.
“How about a tongue, darling?”
“No one’s ever done that for me before.”
Ezra pauses, then exhales like the entire male population just personally insulted him.
With a sharp nip to my ear, he drags his mouth down my neck, muttering, “Blasphemy. I’ll make up for their failures, little goddess. Would you like me to use my tongue on you?”
“Christ, yes.” Right now, one swipe of his tongue would throw me over the edge.
“Excellent. Now, Aurora, do you like to suck cock?”
Jameson violating my throat should make the act with anyone else sickening.
But I took that motherfucker’s dick.
If Ezra is brave enough to put his cock in my mouth, then I’ll give him the best blowjob he’s ever had.
“Are you sure you want me to suck your cock after what I did to Jameson’s?”
Ezra grabs my ass, yanking me down hard against him, his cock thick and heavy beneath me. When he speaks, his voice is pure gravel.
“Oh, I want it even more, little lupine.”
His grip tightens, dragging me against him, making sure I feel every inch of just how much he wants it.
“I want to feel your teeth scrape along my cock. I want you to make me bleed for it.”
He nips at my throat. “My ravenous, brutal little lupine.”
“Then yes, Ezra. I love it. I wanna gag on you. Want you to fuck my throat raw … until spit and tears are dripping off my chin.”
I smile slowly, watching his eyes darken.
“And when you come? I’ll swallow every goddamn drop.”
Okay, maybe I’m laying it on a little thick. But judging by the way he growls, mission accomplished.
“In nomine tenebris, Aurora,” Ezra groans, his fingers tangling in my hair as his other hand roughly kneads my ass. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to push me over the edge.”
His voice turns rough, dark with need, hunger curling through every syllable. “What about your sweet cunt, little lupine? Shit,
wait …”
His grip stays firm, but his tone softens. “Are you sore?”
“N-no. And I should be because he … well, he made me bleed. But when I checked during my shower, it felt … fine.”
