Adea
When my lips wrap around Shane’s throat, he doesn’t move. When my teeth graze against the sensitive skin, he doesn’t growl in warning and he doesn’t whimper to plead for mercy. He doesn’t make any noise but he moves. His arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me in until my chest is against him. The first thing I feel is the cold metal of his piercings as they press against my breasts.
The next thing I feel is the hardness of his nipples and the flexing of his abs against my torso. I swallow loudly. My tongue darts out and he groans as it slides up his neck. I lean back far enough to lift my chin as he lowers his. I press my lips to his. His mouth opens for me, it’s inviting and I take the lead this time.
I kiss him as passionately as I possibly can. I try to focus on Ethan as I kiss him. I’m gentle and it’s sweet. Shane pulls back, our lips separate and he glares at me. His head cocks to the side as he searches my face.
“Who were you thinking of?” He growls.
“I-you.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me. You wouldn’t kiss me this way. Maybe you’d be shy, or hold back, or maybe you’d bite me again and be rough. This softness, this gentleness, that isn’t for me. If you’re going to kiss me fucking do it. Don’t think of him. I’m the one in front of you, I’m the one here with you, I’m the one you’re on top of. So, fucking look at me when you take what you want from me.”
He’s right. That sweetness is for Ethan, it’s reserved for him. It’s meant for him. Shane doesn’t deserve sweetness, he doesn’t deserve kindness. He doesn’t deserve any of it. I make up my mind and give him what he deserves.
My stomach churns with the idea of what we’re doing, my heart bleeds as I think of Ethan, and my mind prays he doesn’t feel what I’m doing. As long as I put off sex, I can avoid hurting him. It wouldn’t be rape if it was willingly done but I’m sure he’d still feel pain. I don’t want to hurt my mate.
The one I want to hurt is in front of me, under me. It’s my turn to hurt him, bruise him, and it’s my turn to have him shaking under me. The roles are reversed and he’s already demonstrated that he’s willing to take what I give.
It’s painful but my battered pride loves how the tables have turned. The darkness that’s always lurked just beneath the surface since he decide to take the ability to choose from me is thriving at the thought of having my way with him.
As if his body hears my thoughts and enjoys them, something hard beneath my backside growls longer, thicker, and harder. Shane, the big bad Alpha wolf has handed over control and he’s liking it.
He’s liking every moment of me being on top of him. He’s loving the sadistic look in my eyes. I lift my backside up and try to wiggle away from his hard length. Instead, I manage to grind on him like I’m needy for it, for him.
His fingers curl around my hips and dig into my skin. I don’t whimper from the pain, I shove down harder on him. I clearly need the reminder of what Shane gives. This is all he has to offer me. Pain.
“Damn it, Ady,” he hissed. “if you’re going to keep kissing me like that and grinding on me like a little slut, I’m going to take you on this Goddess damned table.”
I don’t know how to respond. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do next. I’d already made up my mind when I pushed off of his desk but now that it’s come down to it, I hesitate.
I know that’s not what I want. I don’t think I’m ready to take that step with him despite what I’m doing right now. Goddess, if it comes down to it and I need to, I will. At this point, I’ll do whatever I need to.
Shane’s been watching me and I know he notices my internal struggle. Before I can say anything, Shane leans forward and captures my lips. He kisses me gently, softly even as if he’s trying to appease my anger and soothe my troubles. Which is rich, coming from him.
As if it were the easiest thing, Shane breaks free from my hold. His hands are full as he grips my backside. To steady myself, I wrap my arms around his neck. Not allowing me to go up for air, he kisses me until I’m breathless.
The guilt starts to eat at me as I’m lifted into the air by a man that isn’t my mate. I ignore the panic as it floods my chest, my heart, and my mind. Is it going to happen now? I shut my eyes tight as I prepare myself for what was to come.
When it doesn’t come and my backside is pressed against the desk, my eyes fly open. Shane is staring down at me with what looks like kindness. I stuck between feeling thankful and pissed. Kind is the last thing that Shane is.
He puts me down and only lets go of me when my feet are securely on the ground. His hands slide up my back and he pulls my arms from around his neck. Stepping away, he turns until his back is to me, and he’s facing the windows.
“As much as I want to bend you over my desk, there are other things I want to do with you. I’ve had so much fucking time to think of what I would do to you, with you when I had you again. I am in no rush, Ady.”