*Maddox*
She was a tease, testing my limits, tempting me to make her mine. Never before had I felt so powerless, my little mate pushing me to the edge. I struggled to control the burning desire to claim her, a desperation I’d never known in my entire life. My self-control, unyielding with other girls, now wavered in her presence.
When she challenged me, yelling about how I’d feel if another man touched her, my self-control snapped.
I had thought I could be strong, let her go, let her find another mate. But the mere idea of another male’s touch on her ignited a wildfire within me. Micah roared in fury, and in that moment, I couldn’t resist any longer. I grabbed her, slamming her onto the bed.
The very next heartbeat, I was kissing her, my lips claiming hers as if my life depended on it. I pulled her lower lip between my teeth, tugging and biting with an intensity that spoke of possessiveness.
I hungered to consume her entirely. Every kiss left me wanting more, and I couldn’t get enough of her. My tongue plunged into her mouth, and with each passing second, sanity deserted me as desire took over.
Her taste was intoxicating, urging me to savor more of her. I sucked on her tongue, pressing my lips firmly against hers. Each moan she released into our kiss fueled my desire to give her more. Our teeth collided in the urgency of the moment, and all that mattered was immersing her completely, melding her body with mine.
My hand still lingered inside her yoga pants, possessively grasping her enticingly wicked core.
“Oh, princess, you have to pay for provoking me,” I warned as I reluctantly pulled away to gaze at her face. She didn’t respond with words; instead, she threw her hands around my neck and pulled me back into another passionate kiss. I grinned to know she desired me as much as I desired her.
Wrapping my free hand around her, I lifted her off the mattress, tightening my grip on her waist. A rhythm began as she started grinding against my hand. I closed my eyes, groaning in pleasure.
“Hmm, princess, stop moving,” I warned, attempting to regain control. But she didn’t heed my words. Instead, she continued writhing and moaning my name, kissing me fervently, making me cross all the boundaries.
Her cunt was wet and warm against my hand, tempting me to want to slip a finger into her slickness and pleasure her as no one had ever done.
My fingers moved instinctively, delicately parting her folds. Fuck! She felt unbelievably soft, and the need to taste her consumed my thoughts. A flick of my thumb against her clit elicited a shudder, and she moaned my name, the sweetest melody in my ears.
“Ah, Maddox!!!”
But I craved more; I yearned to hear her scream my name.
Lifting her hips, I pulled down her yoga pants, revealing the damp spot on her panties. A desperate growl escaped my chest. Unable to resist, I lunged forward, burying my head between her legs. With a primal hunger, I clenched the filthy fabric of her panties between my teeth, tugging and tearing them into shreds.
She was dripping wet, and I lifted myself, crawling to a stop near her face. Our eyes locked as I held her gaze, and I asked, “Tell me, princess, who made you this wet?” Her face flushed, and I observed her half-opened eyes.
“You, Maddox. I’m so wet, only for you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. I hovered near her mouth, merely an inch away from tasting her lips again.
I pressed my finger to her clit, and a loud moan escaped her lips. Her whole body trembled as the force of the orgasm hit her. It was like magic, her pleasure building just from my touch. Looking at her face, I couldn’t help but silently curse, witnessing the most beautiful sight I had ever seen in my whole life.
Holding the corner of her blouse, I swiftly pulled it over her head. There she lay before me, adorned in a red lace bra. Fuck! Why did she have to be so irresistibly sexy? And when did she grow into such a hot seductress?
The hot desire scorched my insides and I acted as a caveman. Without hesitation, I tore open the last piece of fabric, revealing her perfect, perky breasts. My hands twitched with the urge to touch them, and my mouth went dry at the thought of tasting her nipples and round mound.
Fuck!!!
Cursing loudly, I buried my head between the valley of her round, full breasts. My tongue traced a path from her collarbone to her neck, nipping, and biting, leaving my mark on her skin. My hands found her ample breasts, and I eagerly kneaded them, savoring the sweet melody of her moans in return.
The temptation to mark her then and there was overwhelming. Micah was eager to claim her as his own. How much longer could I resist?
Lifting my head only to descend again, I fused my mouth on her left breast. I sucked her soft bud into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue before biting it slightly, coaxing pleasurable screams from her. The scent of her arousal filled the air.
I worked diligently, sucking hard to make it firm like a pebble. Shifting to her right nipple, I repeated the worship with my tongue and teeth, causing her to shiver and breathe heavily. My teeth grazed on her soft bud as I bit lightly, eliciting her cries. Simultaneously, my hand busily played with her other nipple, pinching and twisting it. The room echoed with the symphony of our shared desire.
She gasped, breaths coming in rapid bursts, moaning my name while writhing beneath me. Her pleas for more were like a melody I couldn’t resist. How could I deny her what she so ardently desired?
Her sensual response to my touch ignited a sense of pride within me, fueling my desire to explore further. I yearned to taste the sweetness that she held.
In a moment of desperate longing, I lowered myself, eager to explore the wicked pussy luring me into the depth of heaven. I buried my head between her legs. A long, deliberate sweep of my tongue traced the length of her pink mound, and in that taste, I found myself utterly lost.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Her taste was more delicious than anything I’d ever experienced. I savored her flavor, tracing every inch of her wetness with my tongue. As I flattened my tongue on her clit, she quivered beneath my touch. Sucking on her sensitive bud elicited more of those sweet cries of my name.
I couldn’t help but wonder if she was so loud that everyone in the pack house could hear her. Yet, a sense of satisfaction washed over me at the thought that everyone would know who was responsible for making their princess scream with pleasure.
Micah, too, relished in granting her pleasure after pleasure, as if he were her devoted servant. It was as if he had been born into this world for the sole purpose of pleasing her. He longed to seize control of my body and thrust himself into her sweet, warm pussy, to release his seed inside her, impregnate her and make her the bearer of our pups.
Pregnant?
Shit.
She was just nineteen, so small and fragile. Fuck! What had I done? In that moment, I cursed myself for losing control. She didn’t deserve my dark desires and roughness. She deserved to be cherished, worshipped, not treated like this. I was a monster, accustomed to killing, and she was a goddess. It felt so wrong, so utterly wrong.
Closing my eyes, I fought against the pull of desire and mate bond and managed to pull away from her body. I couldn’t subject her to this. First things first, I needed to talk to Zander about all of this. But not before he got his son back and untangled his mess with Selena. I had to reject her for her own good, even though the very thought tore me apart, killing my very existence.
Blair shifted on her elbow, confusion and shock written all over her face. My throat tightened, the words sticking on my tongue. I rose without giving her an explanation, leaving the room.
I knew I was fucked up, but deep down, I knew staying away was the right thing. Who knew how long I could control myself? Only the goddess knew.