As if I weighed nothing, he stood, laying me back on the couch. The sound of fabric tearing caused my breath to hitch.
Looking down, he was bent over me. Caging me like a wolf that had finally caught its prey, what was once my skirt—now mere shreds of fabric—dangled from his claws.
With a deliberate slowness, he lifted my legs over his shoulders after which his hands found mine, placing them on his rough horns.
“Show me where you want me, Flower,” he commanded. His tongue darting out to wet his lips and—
Oh god.
He had a long, serpent-like tongue, splitting at the ends.
Fuck.
His arms tensed as I pushed on his horns. His pheromones threatened to suffocate me in my own intoxication as his lips kissed the top of my pussy before his tongue slipped out, running long, slow, strokes up and down before focusing on my clit.
My hands tightened around his horns as my head fell back, a moan ripping through me as he devoured me. His pheromones branding me as his.
And I wanted it—neededit.
I wanted him to mark me, to ruin me for anyone else, to be the only one who knows this side of him.
It was a desperation I never knew I had, only intensified by Ambrose’s scent.
“Fuck, Flower,” his voice vibrated against me as his tongue explored my wet pussy. “You taste so good.”
Another whimper broke past my lips as his tongue pushed past my entrance, his thumb running circles over my clit. I held onto his horns tight enough for my knuckles to turn white as he pushed me so close to that edge.
“Please,” the words slipped out in a breathy whisper before I could stop myself.
He lifted his head, taking every bit of pleasure with him. I looked up, watching as the corners of his mouth lifted in a smug smirk, tilting his head to the side.
His Hands hooked under the small of my back, he flipped me over so my chest was pressed into the couch, my hips in the air.
Then a sharp sting, a cracking sound as he smacked my ass.
“Remember, Flower,” he reprimanded me, rubbing his palm over where he slapped me. “No speaking. Do at leasttryto follow your own rules. Now, tell me,” he asked, pinning one of my arms behind my back, interlacing his hand with mine as he pressed the hardness of his cock against my exposed core. “Can you keep going?”
I should’ve been afraid. I should’ve stopped this right away. When I signed up for After Hours I didn’t think I’d actuallywantto have sex with anyone. Damien had said I wouldn’t have to, and it hadn’t occurred to me that I would be this desperate for anyone. I just needed the money, and I’d thought I’d play along with this ‘therapy’ thing until I’d had enough. More importantly… he was my boss! I should have left as soon as I knew it was him… but all I could feel washim, and the way my body reacted to his touch.
I tapped his hand twice.
In the next breath the sound of a belt being taken off made a shiver run down my spine as his claws raked the skin of my other arm. Pulling my wrists back, he tied my hands together with the hard leather of his belt.
Ambrose unzipped his pants, the sound of shifting fabric making my blood rush to my cheeks. And then he was there, the tip of his hard cock rubbing the sensitive skin of my pussy. But something felt… different. Cold,hard. Before I could think about anything further, he was already pressing against my entrance.
Without warning he thrust forward in one swift motion, parting me until I was completely full ofhim. Awhimper escaped me as my nails dug into my palms.
Ambrose growled as his claws dug deeper into my hips, forcing me to remain still as he pushed himself completely inside of me.
“That’s it, Flower, take deep breaths,” he instructed, only intensifying my need for him as he started to rhythmically slam into me.
Each thrust accented by our moans, his growls, his pheromones, and my growing pleasure.
“Fuck,” he cursed, speeding up as he started rocking my hips back and forth, controlling how much he would let me move. “You’re doing so well. Keep your hips just like that—yes,” he growled, “right there.”
I moaned as he pushed me to that edge, one I didn’t know I had missed until he was the one bringing me there.
“Please, please, please,” I whispered under my breath, my face pressing into the couch as I felt my own orgasm teasing me as Ambrose continued to use me for his own pleasure.
