Alric.
“Madeline,” Alric growls above me.
I jump, my eyes flying open. He’s standing over me, breathing heavily. The slightly open bathroom lets out a sliver of golden light that illuminates the wild look in his eyes.
Was I saying his name out loud?
“I can hear you calling me and it’s driving me mad.”
“I’m—sorry.” It slips out, broken and pathetic even to my own ears. I hate who I’ve become here.
“Do you want me to leave?”
Do I want him to go? My body is screaming for him, desperate for his touch, and I’m not strong enough to resist.
“No, no. Stay, alpha.”
His eyes leave mine to look over my body that’s open and bare before him, my hand gripping the dildo.
Alric doesn’t say anything as he joins me on the bed in his tight briefs, all those glorious muscles on display. I know he can make it all better. I don’t want to tease him with something he can’t have again after this week but god, I want him, too.
Now that he’s here, I’m desperate for him.
He sits back against the headboard, seating me in his lap. I’m limp in his arms, my head falling back into the curve of hisneck, my body perfectly nestled on top of his. He drapes my thighs over his and opens me up.
“You broke your promise, Madeline. You said you would tell us if you neededanything.” He lightly slaps my pussy and I moan, my body flaring with unrestrained lust. I need him to touch me again.
“I’m sorry,” I mewl.
He slides his hand down my aching slit, soaking his fingers in my slick before bringing it up to his lips for a taste. Alric moans, his purr starting up. “Delicious as always.”
I love the vibrations of his purr on my back, making my legs spread wider. He slips the dildo out of my hands, circling each nipple and leaving a trail of slick on my chest that I want him to lap up later. “Please,” I beg.
Alric drags the toy back to my empty core and starts to play at my entrance with it, sliding it up and down before swirling the top around my clit, until he stops to slowly pump it into me inch by inch.
“Next time this perfect pussy needs something, you let us know.” He emphasizes each word by pounding into me. One of his hands is using the toy with the perfect amount of force pumping in and out of me, but the other has gone to my breasts. He lightly plays with my nipple with his free hand.
“I need you.”
He tsks in my ear. “Good girls get fat alpha cock, honey. Little liars get cheap plastic toys.” He lightly pinches my nipple for emphasis before soothing out the hurt with little circles. The softness of his touch on my breast mixes with the roughness in which the toy enters me, making it the perfect swirl of sensation.
This goes beyond tonight. He wants payback. A flash of him standing in the street as I drive away enters mymind.
A whimper slips out of me, but I accept my punishment.
I’m so close to coming. “Please,” I cry. “Please!”
“I love it when you beg,” he says, leaving the toy deep inside me, his two fingers finding my clit and pressing down, swirling around it, and forcing a gasp out of me. His hand leaves my breast to gently wrap around my throat, holding me there as my clit receives all of his attention. We shouldn’t be doing this, but I’d rather die than have him stop. I don’t know what this means for us in the morning. Whether this will make everything better or so much worse, I can’t know, but right now, all that matters is Alric holding me and bringing me pleasure.
Maybe he doesn’t hate me after all.
My legs start to shake, the wave of pleasure cresting above me ready to wash me away, when he moves my head and wraps his mouth around the side of my neck, sucking, fingers swirling around me. My orgasm breaks and the sound that leaves my lips is feral.
I’m gasping, hot and sweating, but the feral need for sex is better. Not gone completely, but the edge has been taken off and I can think clearly now.
But I want more.
There are two figures at the end of my bed, cocks leaving impressive imprints through their PJ bottoms.
