His strong hands clenched her thighs as he spread her open. Moonlight glinting off an exposed fang was the last thing she saw before he lowered his hungry mouth to her sex and she threw her head back in a shuddering scream.
Ronin’s tongue was even better than his fingers. He laved her clit, kissed her lips, devoured her in long licks and gentle strokes.
It should have been painful since she’d been so close to orgasm before, but he knew exactly when and where to apply pressure, ratcheting her body to heights of pleasure she’d never thought possible.
“That’s my angry little she-wolf.” He pushed two fingers inside of her as he nipped her clit, the pain a jolt of pure ecstasy. She wanted her hands free, wanted to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples, needing more sensation.
Ronin dipped his head down, spearing his tongue inside her as he trailed a hand up her stomach. He squeezed her breast, then pulled her nipple, stretching it to a point of intense pain. Just as she was about to scream, he let go and a wave of body-shaking euphoria pounded through her body.
She couldn’t believe it, but she was at the brink again. Riding that plateau, her muscles tightening and loosening. She archedher back and pushed her heels into the mattress, undulating her hips against Ronin’s face as he fucked her with his tongue.
Just as she was about to come, he stopped.
Again.
She burst into frustrated tears and rolled onto her side, her arms still bound behind her.
Ronin slid up her body, bringing all of his weight on top of her. She hated him. Hated his control and how badly she wanted him. Hated all these stupidfeelingshe’d drawn from her these past weeks. She wanted to fucking come and she fucking HATED him.
But not enough to say her safe word.
Because this was exactly what she needed. A way to channel her rage and anguish, twist it into something else and burn it from her soul. Turn it into blazing passion.
And Ronin was the perfect partner for the task.
He brought his mouth to her cheek, his breath hot on her face. “This is what you wanted, Mireille, wasn’t it? For me to show youjusthow little control you actually have? Fucking admit it.”
“Never,” she snarled against the sheets.
He turned her face and shoved his tongue into her mouth. She bit down nearly hard enough to sever the tip and a hot rush of iron-rich liquid flowed down her throat. Laughter bubbled out of her as he spat his blood onto her cheek.
“Fuckingbitch,” he growled, then flipped her onto her stomach. He hauled her hips up and forced her chest against the mattress, wrapping a hand around her bound wrists.
And with no warning at all, Ronin thrust forward and buried his enormous cock inside her.
Mireille’s screamas Ronin finally plunged himself into her hot, wet warmth was a sound of pure, undiluted pleasure.
Despite her tears.
Despite her rage.
Despite her violence.
He paused, allowing her to adjust to the sheer size of him.
He knew this was what she needed. A safe space to work through her feelings, all the hurt and anger. He wanted to prove he could take everything she threw at him. That he wouldn’t abandon her. That she didn’t need to be perfect to be worthy of pleasure.
Shewantedto defy him. Wanted to be punished. And he was happy to oblige. But he needed to ensure she accepted the praise as well.
He understood Mireille better than any female he’d ever been with.
And she understood him too. His need to dominate, his need to strike back, his need tofight, even while they fucked.
His wolf was in ecstasy, growling and barking and howling, running through his mind in a panting frenzy, ears perked and attuned to Mireille’s every sound.
She whimpered into the sheets, wiggling her hips, urging him to move while mutteringpleaseover and over again.
The word was blazing fuel for his desire.
