The Alpha in his voice makes my stomach flutter uncontrollably, and as he brands a trail of kisses up the inside of my thigh, I take my time, drinking in the view. I fall back onto the bed when he drags me to the edge like a predator ready to feast on his prey.
Without warning, I feel something sharp against my skin and gasp when I look down to find his claws running down the length of my stomach. The feel of their lethal touch makes my back arch, and for a moment, Thane goes completely still.
“Keep going,” I beg, as the throbbing below intensifies to the point my vision begins to blur.
Thane answers my plea, tearing through the lace with his sharp fangs just like how I had dreamt the first night I stayed in his bed.
“You’re soaking wet,” he growls with a hint of dark satisfaction.
“That’s what you do to me,” I breathe, clutching the icy sheets.
“Good,” he purrs. “Because you make me so hard, I could come without even touching myself.” My hips buck at his confession, my lower half demanding his attention. “Patience, Grey. I want to savor you for as long as I can.”
“I thought you promised to stop torturing me.”
“This is how you make me feel every time I’m around you.” His glowing eyes bore into me from where he’s knelt between my thighs, and I swear it’s the best view I’ve ever seen. “Now lay back like a good girl.”
My head melts into the bed while his tongue scores a path to the part of me aching with overwhelming need. It feels like I’ve been doused in gasoline and set alight each time his lips meet my skin and pull away, drawing out the pleasure in a way that is almost painful. It’s like he’s taking all the time in the world to reach his destination, and every inch of me longs for him to hurry. Eventually, I realize he’s toying with me. Using this opportunity to remind me that he’s the one in control. But he’s not my Alpha, and I’m not one to follow orders. If he wants to play this game, then I’ll play it better.
I sit up on my palms to pull away, but he catches my hips before I get far.
“What are you doing?” he growls, like I just took away his favorite toy.
“You clearly don’t know how to please a woman,” I bait with a smug look I know will provoke him.
He shoots up from his knees and pushes me back into the mattress with his hand wrapped around my throat.
“You’re going to regret ever saying that,” he threatens, crashing his lips into mine. His grip tightens as he lifts me by the neck, claiming my kiss even more brutally.
When he pulls away there’s determination burning behind his eyes, and it sends a white hot current shooting straight down to my toes.
“Open your mouth.”
I do as he says, eagerly submitting in hopes that I’ll be rewarded for it this time, and when he spits into my mouth like a savage, I savor the taste of him on my tongue. He releases my throat, and I fall back just as I’m dragged to the edge of the bed once again. This time, there are no teasing kisses as he slides his tongue up the center of me, tasting my want for him. His arms remain tightly wrapped around my thighs, caging his head between them like he has no desire to be set free. And I have to admit, I quite like the idea of him being the prisoner for once.
My breath hitches in my throat when his lips begin to suck on my clit, fueling my desperation even more. I’ve dreamt of this moment so many times, but none of them could have prepared me for the real thing. Every touch he grants me feels like a gift I should be on my knees thanking him for, and maybe soon, I’ll get the chance to do just that.
His tongue begins to caress the part of my body that has fallen prey to him, teasing me and satisfying me all at the same time. It’s torture and pleasure, and it’s impossible not to be completely consumed by each delicious stroke of his tongue. Suddenly, I feel the sharp points of his fangs running down the middle of me. The fine touch of them makes me writhe, and Thane clutches my thighs to keep me from moving. While he holds me prisoner, sinful thoughts of his hard cock fill my mind, making me want to see for myself just how much he wants me.
Every second we’ve spent fighting one another only makes seeing him on his knees for me that much sweeter. It’s like thebig bad wolf finally met his match, and this is his payment for all of the cruelty he’s inflicted on me. Somehow, it all feels worth it as he devours me like his own personal feast.
Thane slides a finger into me, still circling my clit with his tongue, and I have to bite down on my lip to stop the whimper. He works both in perfect harmony before adding a second finger that has me rolling my hips with greed. An animalistic sound rumbles deep within his chest as his fingers drive into me with more dominance. Everything he does makes me crave him more, and as I tumble further into the sweet abyss, I welcome the chains that bind me to him.
Electricity hums throughout my body, and even though he isn’t biting me, he's still in complete control, gifting me with endless waves of pleasure.
“You taste so fucking good.”
His lips brush against my skin as his breath rolls over me, making goosebumps sweep across my flesh.
“Keep going,” I beg, reaching to fist his hair.
He answers my plea by dragging his tongue down the middle of my pussy while his hand moves to my aching breast. His fingers twist and pinch my peaked nipples, taunting me with kisses of sweet pain that make me want to find out what else he would do to me while I’m splayed out for him to claim. I roll my hips, forcing his head closer, and he squeezes my breast with brutal force in response.
“Make me come, Thane.”
He releases a feral moan that ripples up my entire body. His tongue flicks my clit as his fingers curl inside me, hitting the spot that sends my heart racing. It’s all too much, and my breaths become shallow as I fight off the orgasm that is on the verge of claiming me.
Thane must know I’m close, because he plunges his fingers into me one last time. Strangled cries of pleasure escape me as an explosion of euphoria tears through me, igniting paths of heat to every corner of my body. It feels like each one of my cells is buzzing while he continues to use his tongue to lick up the evidence of his work. I’m still clinging to the sheets, panting, when he rises from his knees, wearing a wicked grin that tells me he’s pleased with himself. Our eyes catch for a brief moment before my gaze falls to his hard cock that’s pressing against his sweats like a caged beast. I sit up and reach for it, but he catches my wrist to stop me.
