Aria
“Alpha!” I gasp, but he silences me with a finger sliding between my wet folds. My body betrays me, a moan escaping as he pumps slowly, torturously. I’m on cloud nine.
“Fuck…. don’t stop.”
“What was that you said?” His voice is a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “That your body didn’t want me?”
I bite my lip, refusing to give in, but my resolve is crumbling with every stroke.
“Did you say you didn’t belong to me?” He adds another finger, and my legs shake under his relentless rhythm.
“Say it,” he demands sharply. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
Fuck my pride. It’s out the window now. “Please…” The word tumbles from my lips, unbidden.
“Please, what?” He smirks, his fingers never slowing. “Who does this pussy belong to?” He presses, emphasizing his demand with a flick of his fingers that makes my love juices pool down my thighs. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I can feel myself unraveling with every movement. I want him. I want him to fucking claim me right now.
However I clamp my mouth shut, refusing to say it. But then he curls his fingers just right, and the dam breaks.
“Yoyou,” I whisper breathlessly. “Alpha Lucas.”
“Good girl,” he purrs, slowing his pace just enough to drive me insane.
“Please,” I beg, the tension inside me unbearable.
His thrusts increase, and he adds a third finger. My body is shaking, my legs no longer able to support me, hands still pinned to the wall. “What are you begging for, sweetheart?”
“I want to cum you fucking bastard,” I cry out, frustration and pleasure blending into desperation.
He chuckles darkly. “Why should you? This is a punishment, remember?”
I let out a whimper, my pride long gone. “Please… Alpha, please!”
“No!”
“Please… I need to cum, Alpha,” I moan, the pressure in my lower stomach building.
“You better not,” he warns in a strict tone, sending another wave of wetness down my thighs.
“Beg me,” he commands, and I comply without hesitation.
“Please… Alpha, please.”
His pace slows to a torturous crawl as he continues to flick and pump, stealing my sanity bit by bit. I try to close my thighs, but he forces them apart with his own, and I squirm under his control.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” he murmurs, his head resting against my chest as he presses slow, possessive kisses to my skin. “You belong to me. If I ever catch you with another guy, you’ll be in deep trouble.. and I’ll burn him alive.”
I can’t take it anymore. I begin begging, moaning, pleading for release. I’m fucking going crazy. “Yes Alpha….. please,” I gasp, tears threatening to spill from the pleasure.
He pinches my wet folds, and the pain is enough to send me over the edge. I scream his name, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. Stars burst in front of my eyes, my legs shaking violently from the intensity of it all. I’m on the brink of collapsing, but his strong hands are there to steady me.
Fuck, Ethan never made me feel this way. Lucas has me coming apart just from his fingers.
“Mine,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, his eyes locked on mine. Gosh, he looks so fucking sexy, and I want him more than ever.
“Are you alright?” His voice is firm, but there’s a thread of concern woven into it.
Alright? Is he insane? How does he expect me to answer that? My cheeks burn as I nod stiffly, feeling about as “alright” as a cat in a dog park.
“Good.” His tone shifts, and his eyes darken like storm clouds brewing on the horizon. “Next time you try something like that…” He steps closer, towering over me.
I lift my chin, refusing to back down. “What? What are you going to do?”
“This time, I’ll spank your naughty ass”
“Are you fucking crazy?” I gape at him, my face now an inferno of embarrassment.
“Listen, Aria,” he continues, his voice dropping to a tone so serious it could stop traffic. “If you want us to be fucking, I don’t mind. But let’s get one thing straight.”
Here it comes, the part where he breaks my heart in the bluntest way possible.
“Don’t fall in love with me.”
I froze, the air sucked from my lungs. My brain wants to ask a million questions, but my mouth has apparently decided to call in sick.
“Our worlds are too far apart,” he explains further. “But if you don’t mind that, we can…be fuck mates.”
Excuse me, what?! Is that what we’re calling it now? Casual sex, rebranded like it’s a new product launch?
A cocktail of emotions swirls inside me-disappointment, longing, frustration. I want him, no question about that. But is this all I’ll ever be to him? Just a fuck mate?
“I don’t mind,” I hear myself say, surprising him.
Did I just agree to this madness? Have I lost every shred of sanity?