It was wrong, and that just made me want it more.
Jesse’s voice rumbled through the air between us. “I’ve told you twice now that I’m in charge. Consider this your final warning. You’re unaccustomed to living in a shifter’s body. That’s not your fault. If you’d been guided properly, you would understand why it’s critically important to consume the proper amount of calories. I won’t hold you responsible for what happened with that cyclist tonight, but I won’t tolerate a repeat.” His voice dipped lower, and it circled my chest like a rope and cinched tight. A second rope wrapped around my dick as he said, “Now, clean your plate like a good boy, and we won’t have any problems.”
The hot, frazzled feeling flared—and then spun into something darker. The knife was right there on the counter. Like everything else in the kitchen, it looked expensive. Sharp. As I stared at it, anger ignited in my gut. The ropes squeezed. I couldn’t let this guy control me. I didn’t even know him. Where the fuck did he get off calling megood boy? Telling me he wouldn’ttoleratea repeat? Despite the food I’d eaten, hunger burned in my gut. With a growl, I lunged for the knife.
A dizzying second later, I was bent over the island with my cheek flat against the granite and my wrists pinned in the small of my back. Jesse’s scent—spicy aftershave and evergreen—filled my lungs. His hot breath coasted over my neck.
“That was stupid,” he said in my ear as my head spun, my brain attempting to catch up with my body’s new position. “I’d hoped you were smarter than that, Caleb, but I should have known you’re like every other college boy in existence. Just a walking bundle of poor decision-making skills.”
“Fuck you,” I spit, tugging at my wrists. Or trying to. His grip was tighter than the cuffs. Humiliation washed through me as Irealized he held me with one hand. It took about a hundredth of a second for the humiliation to splash over my lust like gasoline tossed into a fire. And fuck this guy for making me want him so much. With another vicious curse, I squirmed against the counter and got nowhere.
“Language,” he said, not sounding the least bit inconvenienced by my struggles. “If you keep acting like a brat, I’m going to treat you like one.” He reached his free hand up, grasped an apple slice, and held it to my lips. “Open.”
My eyes widened. He was going to force-feed me the apples like some kind of animal? I clamped my mouth shut. At the same moment, my dick becameveryaware of his hips lodged against my ass. His erection nestled between my cheeks, the thick length as big as everything else about him. That hot, shaky feeling in my gut moved south, tightening my balls and making me want to rock my ass up and down the long, round shaft prodding my cleft.
“That’s right,” he murmured, as if he knew my thoughts. “Open up for this”—he brushed the apple over my lips—“and you can have this”—he thrust his hips into me, nudging my boxer briefs deeper into my crack and making my ass clamp hard. I groaned as embarrassment twined around my anger and desire.
It took effort, but I let the anger win as I turned my head and pressed my opposite cheek against the counter. “I don’t want your dick, you fucking pervert.”
His huff of laughter vibrated from my shoulders to my spine. “Take it up with your wolf. I didn’t ask for this.”
Confusion hit me as I registered the irritation in his voice. I lifted my head and strained my neck, trying to get a look at his face. “What are you talking about?”
His weight on my back eased slightly. He speared long fingers through my hair and tugged, wordlessly steering my head to its original position. The apple slice rested on thecounter, but Jesse didn’t pick it up. Instead, he slid his hand down my ribs, his touch on my bare skin trailing fire. When he cupped my straining dick with a possessive hand, I moaned. And not just a normal moan. The sound punched out of me all breathy and over-the-top like some dude in a porno. But I didn’t have time to be embarrassed about it because Jesse bent and whispered in my ear.
“Your wolf chose mine, Caleb. Like it or not, you want me as a mate. That makes things between us both easier and more complicated. Allow me to show you.”
In another lightning-fast movement, he unfastened my pants and freed my erection. The second his fingers gripped me, my anger disappeared like a candle being snuffed out.
I melted like butter, sagging under him as my spine turned fluid and all the blood in my body rushed to my cock. Desire lit up every erogenous zone I possessed, until I imagined myself glowing like a Christmas tree. Suddenly, nothing in the whole damn world mattered more than Jesse van der Meer’s strong, hot fist stroking my dick.
“Oh, fuck,” I said, my hips moving without my permission. “Oh my…holyshit.”
“I told you to watch your mouth,” he said, brushing a kiss over my nape. His grip on my wrists disappeared, and he tugged down my jeans, taking my boxer briefs with them. Cool air hit my ass, followed by a sharpcrackand a burst of pain.
I gasped and fumbled at the counter, my head spinning as the pain sizzled into more pleasure. He’d spanked me. He’d fuckingspankedme, but I couldn’t summon the will to care. Not when his hand was working magic on my dick and pleasure was spreading through me like honey left in the sun. My jeans puddled around my ankles, and my briefs stretched across my thighs, keeping me trapped. My gasps filled my ears as my chest heaved and searing-hot lust bubbled in my veins. Jesse workedme with an experienced hand, tugging and squeezing exactly when I needed him to. Backing off a little and then jacking me harder. Keeping me off balance as I sprawled on his counter and humped his fist, my swollen balls swaying.
“See what I mean?” he murmured. “Your bratty mouth may want to talk back, but your wolf wants a firm hand.Myhand. And a whole lot more.” He thrust against my bare ass, working his dick a little deeper between my cheeks and making it explicitly clear what he meant by “more.” The slightly scratchy fabric of his pants scraped my cleft, teasing my hole.
“Shit,” I gasped, then remembered too late that I wasn’t supposed to cuss. “Wait!” I cried, tensing. “I take it back.”
He laughed softly as he continued stroking me. “You’re learning. Good boy.” Something sharp trailed down my neck.His teeth,I realized, shivering. Fuck, could he transform those, too? Rip into my flesh while he made my dick feel like a million dollars? I wasn’t sure I cared. My heartbeat pounded in my cock as I moaned and thrust into his fist. He released me, spit into his hand, and carried it back to my shaft. The sound of his wet strokes joined my ragged breaths and the hushed rasp of my jeans shifting around my ankles. My deep, pleasured groan filled the kitchen.
“You like this, hmm?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear. “If you want me to stop, just say the word.”
I clenched my jaw. Because fuck him if he thought he was stopping before he got me off.
His chuckle vibrated my back. Before it fully registered, something cool dragged over my lips, and I realized I’d squeezed my eyes shut. I opened them to see the apple slice pinched between Jesse’s fingers.
“Open,” he said, his voice back to that low timbre I felt all the way down to my nuts. The pressure built, and this time I didn’t want to fight it. I only wanted to make Jesse happy, so I bit intothe fruit. The sweet, crisp taste of apple exploded on my tongue. More pleasure rushed me—the sense of well-being so intense that I cried out.
Jesse ground his hips into my ass, shoving me harder against the counter as he thrust the rest of the apple slice into my mouth. I chewed obediently, earning his growl of approval.
Nothing had ever tasted so good. Nothing had ever felt so good as Jesse’s body pressing me flat against the counter and his big hand working my shaft more roughly than I handled myself. But I wanted it. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of his quick, ruthless strokes. I shuddered, my cheek hot against the granite as I thrust into his hand. The fine hairs on my body stood on end. Helpless moans spilled from me as I jerked my hips, trying to grab the orgasm I was chasing. I swallowed and gasped, “Don’t stop.”
He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled me up, my back and bare ass against his chest and groin. He stopped his strokes, his hand on my dick clamping like a vise. As I sucked in a sharp breath, he angled my head toward him so our lips were almost touching and his bright yellow eyes bored into mine. “You don’t give the orders, pup,” he said in a smoky voice. “If you don’t want me to stop, ask nicely. Let’s hear it.”
I licked my lips, tasting apple. That hot, trembling humiliation twisted through me again. And once again, something about it drew me. My chest was sweaty from being pressed against the counter. I was naked in a near-stranger’s grip, my dick ramrod straight in his damp palm. Cool air teased my slit, where I knew I was leaking like a faucet. And I was caught. No matter what I said or did, Jesse van der Meer was going to get his way. And, damn, that fucking did it for me.
