His purr turned to an encouraging growl, a low sound she felt rather than heard. It was all he needed to do to stimulate her. She welcomed and wanted intimacy with him and existed in a constant state of arousal. That might change after the birth of their first child, though, when their libidos would slow down.
Maybe.
Until then, this state was unavoidable. They were bound, and she could never deny him.
Every day. Ten times a day. Sore or not.
She didn't want to deny him.
Pushing herself into his hands, she made breathy noises of agreement. She knew he liked when she lost her words and could only make sounds for him. She felt it in their bond, the drive that he steal away all her proper upbringing, transforming her into this sensual, needy creature.
As usual he put her how he wanted her, pulling her near the edge of the bed, stuffing bedding under her pelvis, and raising her butt in the air. She grabbed pillows in her arms and buried her face there. Whatever he did with her in this position, she'd need to hold on.
His hands went from gentle to firm, running over her from her ankles to her bottom. Then fingers, seeking her slick and his cum from the night before, dipped into her channel and spread the lubrication everywhere.
His growl lowered, a kind of quiet, constant snarl—the monster, his monster, coming to the forefront to play.
Monster or man, whatever his guise, he liked to tease her. He followed his fingers with his mouth. Hot breath gusting at the top of the crease of her bottom, hands on her thighs as he worked his way down to taste her, he licked deep, stabbing at her with the point of his tongue.
She whimpered. It felt so good every time.
Too soon, she needed to cum, needed relief. She told him so with sounds she couldn't hold back. The man pretended not to hear, continuing to romance her body her with mouth and hands, bringing her to the sharp edge of desperation.
Time slipped away. Place evaporated.
He pulled away, one palm keeping her still.
And nothing happened.
He was doing something. The bed was moving. Was he touching himself? She wanted to see that. His hands on his big, dark cock always fascinated her. Was he going to cum?
She started to turn. She wanted his cock. It was hers, her right. He could put it in her, on her, but regardless it was hers, and she couldn't stand to see any part of it wasted.
He lifted his hand off her, then slapped it down hard. Naya shrieked in surprise.
"Stay where I put you." Deep and rough, that dark voice meant business.
"Monster," she whined.
Four more smacks made her flesh jiggle and left handprints. She jerked and cried out with each one, her skin stinging and hurting.
"Now," he ordered.
Naya howled into the pillow.
"You don't get to argue with your alpha. You don't get to make choices I don't approve of. You are mine. Mine."
A full-body shiver, anticipation and unease, chased his words. She could never fear him, not really, but his mood said his attentions were about to turn rough and she would not like it.
He was going to punish her.
"It is lesson day for baby. Got some things here to help you remember this time."
"I had to," she protested.
He cut her off with a smack on her ass.
"You don't get to decide!" he roared, letting out the anger that had been simmering inside him.
