The alpha of the brotherhood?
Regardless, I still tempted fate. “I don’t scratch, purr, roll over or play dead.” Aunt Trina would be so proud of my bravery.
His soft chuckle did weird things to my pussy, the muscles tightened, and the abrupt ache left me baffled. Was this the arousal my aunt spoke about? But I didn’t even know the man.
“What do you do?”
“I kick, scream and bite,” I blurted.
“Interesting.” His other hand moved off my arm to cup my breast, the thumb drawing slow, lazy circles on my nipple.
I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make me all hot on the inside. I felt my cheeks flush, the warmth spreading to my neck. To say nothing of the heat wave down south. If the man wasn’t standing behind me, I was likely to faint from such high temperatures.
“While I don’t care for the other two.” He pressed his lips to my ear, and I inhaled sharply. “I wouldn’t mind you biting down on my cock.”
“What?” the word shot out on a screech. Holy shit. The first time I’d heard the word cock described sexually, was from Aunt Trina. Coming from this man’s mouth, though, it sounded insane, his suggestion even more so.
Again, he chuckled, the sound zipping shivers down my spine. “What would you like me to call you, if not pet?” His hand on my stomach lowered to slide under the hem of my skirt, caressing my thigh.
My lacy thong, still damp from the earlier exhibition received a renewed burst of arousal, a whimper sneaking past my lips.
“I’m waiting,” he reminded, his hand moving up my thigh toward my ‘no parking’ zone.
“Lee,” I gulped, my hands turning clammy as his fingers drifted across my mound, the touch delicate, electric. I shuddered. “What...” I swallowed the dryness cloying my mouth. “What should I call you?”
“Sir or master. The choice is yours.” He slipped his hand inside the waistband of my panties and my fingernails dug into the table.
I arched unconsciously, drawing a sinful laugh from him. “What if I don’t want to?”
As if I tested his patience, a low growl rumbled through his chest fusing with my back, prickling my skin with a sudden hyperawareness. “Don’t worry. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be screaming three simple words.”
Seriously?Did he really think I’d fall in love that quickly?
“Fuck me, sir,” he murmured, slapping my scorn in the ass.
His finger slid through my slit, my body jerked hard, a moan flying from my lips. The hand on my breast dropped, banding around my stomach, keeping me still. “Shh. You’re so beautifully wet.” He nuzzled my neck, and I had the stupid urge to sigh, to sink back into his body and let my head rest on his shoulder until his next words. “My cock will glide easily into this velvet pussy.”
Oh, my God. My cheeks burned at the vision those words elicited. His hard body melded against mine and I felt the swell in his pants nudging my ass. Knowing I did that to him gave me an ego boost, I swayed my ass, brushing the bulge. In response, his hold on me tightened, his hips surging forward. I bit my lip to keep from smiling.
“You want this, don’t you?” The hoarse tone as though he was fighting his arousal felt like it was echoing through every inch of me.
“No,” I lied, staring at the wall in front of me, my bottom lip secure between my teeth, my body a trembling mess.
“Do you want me to stop?” His finger found my clit, pressing down lightly.
Without thinking I covered his hand around my stomach, my nails digging into the warm, firm flesh, the word ‘yes’ hovering on my lips. Do it for Eliana, my frazzled brain reminded. “No,” I whispered, dropping my hand.
“Good girl.” His hand around my stomach moved away to cup my nape. “Bend over.” He gently pushed until my breasts kissed the table and rough leather grazed my right cheek.
My eyes fixed on the dark wall in front of my me, I traced the uneven lines of the archaic brickwork, conscious of a stranger touching me so intimately, I should be uncomfortable. Instead, all I felt was an ache I couldn’t understand, to say nothing of the warm feeling coursing down my spine. His finger circled my clit, so deliciously slow, I heard my low moan. Unsure if his chuckle was due to my response, I felt heat seep through my body.
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.
I did as he asked. For barely a second, his hand on my clit broke contact to move around and slide between my legs from the back. The pressure building in my lower body took me by surprise, more so the sudden need to inhale harder. And for a moment I couldn’t seem to breathe at all. My heart thudded against my chest, my pulse soaring, and I closed my eyes, hearing my harsh pants.
Was a forbidden act supposed to feel this good?
“Oh, God.” I gasped, my eyes flying open when his middle finger slid into my pussy, his index finger remaining on my clit while his thumb circled my rear entrance. Holy shit. Should a man be touching that? I reddened. My mortification short lived as wicked sensations took over my body, weakening my knees. I felt them give way and buckle under the pressure. Immediately, my strange lover leaned forward, holding me up with his thighs flush against mine. Still, his hand coaxed more whimpers out of me, the intensity in my lower abdomen threatening to rip me apart.
