Page 95 of UNAwere

‘Because if I get my cock out for you, it’s over. And I’ve sworn to my alpha. He’ll kill me if he knows I’ve fucked his bonded.’

I whine. ‘What if I don’t want to be his bonded?’

He licks my gland, nuzzling his face against my skin. ‘You’re only saying that because you’re in heat, Red.’ He picks up the pace my hand is making again, helping twist it so the toy’s grooves brush against my walls. ‘Good… Be a good girl and come for me again.’

A moan tears through my throat. ‘Jude, please.’

He’s breathing hard. Lung packing. A groan rumbles in his chest and then his teeth scrape across my gland, and I’m screaming, arching into him, pleading, begging.

‘I need your mark,’ I cry out.

‘Fuck, Sybbie.’ His teeth scrape my skin again.

My mind is going to explode.

My pussy clenches around the toy, and then it’s pulsing, liquid pouring onto our hands as my eyes roll back. Jude groans, his mouth opening, his canines lengthening. They grip the back of my neck, and I’m no longer in this plane of existence, the orgasm extending until I have nothing left.

‘Come again,’ he commands, and it’s like my body listens, hurtling itself over the edge again. ‘You’re so good for me.’

‘Mark me,’ I moan when I’m able to speak again.

I’m growing frustrated. I don’t want to play his games. I want to feel his teeth on my glands, and I want to feel his cock coming deep inside my womb. I try to twist in his arms, but he pins me to the bed, coming over me.

The toy slips out, and I’m left empty and aching, my pussy clenching, trying to find the feeling of being filled again.

‘Don’t fight me on this, Red,’ he whispers. ‘Please.’

‘Just one time,’ I say, my voice strained against the pillow.

‘If I fuck you once, I’m not going to be able to stop. And you’ll smell like me, and Primrose will know that you’re mine. And you’re not mine, sweetheart. You can’t be.’

‘I’ll have a really long shower,’ I say.

He chuckles. ‘You’re so fucking adorable.’ And then he swears, and I feel his mouth slipping down my spine.

I moan, writhing my hips against the bed, enjoying the friction the blankets make against my clit. Jude groans, pressing his cock against the back of my thigh. It’s still covered by his track pants, and the ridge is so big and hard, I’m certain it must be hurting him. I move until my arse is against it and I begin rotating my hips, back and forth, whining as I rub myself on his cock.

Jude groans, long and low, but he doesn’t stop me.

‘Oh, Red,’ he whispers against my skin.

His mouth finds my gland again, and my eyes roll back.

‘At least suck it,’ I whisper. ‘That won’t leave a mark, right?’

‘I can’t be tempted, sweetheart.’

‘You’re already tempted,’ I whisper. ‘With me under you, rubbing myself on your cock?’

He groans.

‘Please.’

His breath blows hot across my skin, and then he’s sucking my gland, tongue laving.

I moan, nodding. ‘Harder.’

He groans, complying.