I’m unbelievably turned on, and a smidge scared, because he’s not quite Jackson. There’s a fierce hunger in his face, a controlled violence just below the surface.
He kicks my feet apart. “Spread your legs.”
I obey.
His palm connects with my pussy, a punitive slap. “Wider.”
I spread wider. He slaps my pussy again, still controlling my head with my hair.
“Answer my question. Is it okay to disobey me, kitten?”
Any minute, I’m going to tell him to take it down a notch, make sure this is play and not real. But, apparently, I don’t want that, because my molten pussy aches for his touch and, “N-no,” is the only sound from my lips.
Another slap. Another. It hurts and sings at once. Slap. Slap. He continues spanking my lady parts. My legs tremble, and I wonder if I can come from pussy spanking alone.
I don’t get to find out. “Bad girl,” he murmurs in my ear. His huge palm kneads my ass. He doesn’t sound the least bit angry. All I hear is excitement. Seduction. He wiggles a finger between my cheeks and presses on my anus.
I jerk in surprise, tightening my cheeks in embarrassment.
“I’m going to have to fuck your ass for this.”
He releases my hair and stalks around the bed, throwing the pillows in the center.
My poor wobbly legs barely hold me up, and my tummy is all flutters. “Jackson, I don’t think-” I trail off, staring at his enormous erection. No. Way. “You’re too big. I don’t think I can take you.”
He stalks out of the room, and I hear a dark laugh. When he returns, he’s holding a bottle of olive oil from the kitchen. “Oh, you’ll take me, little girl. You’ll take every inch of me. That’s your punishment. When you disobey, kitten, you get it in the ass.”
It sounds like a horrible idea. A terrifying, wonderful, horrible idea. But I can’t bring myself to refuse. My body is wound up in a tight coil, desperate to be sprung.
He slaps my ass. “Lie over the pillows, baby. I’m going to own that hot little body of yours.”
Something akin to a mewl comes from my lips, but I find myself obeying, tottering to the bed and climbing over the pillows. Presenting my ass to him like a cake on a platter.
There’s a dark rumble of approval. I watch over my shoulder as he sheaths his cock and pours a generous amount of oil over it then trickles another stream along my crack.
He crawls over me, one hand fisting his cock, the other massaging oil into my ass, around my anus.
“There are consequences for disobeying your alpha.” He pushes the head of his cock against my anus and waits.
I tighten against his touch, but, a moment later, the muscles give. As soon as they loosen, Jackson pushes forward, penetrating my tight hole.
I let out a keening cry.
He stills, stretching me wide, waiting for me to calm down. The care he takes reassures me that he’s in control, and I yield, willing my pelvic floor to relax. He pushes in farther and the stretch becomes more intense, then eases.
“There. That’s the head. I’m in, baby. Now, take the rest of me.”
I whimper but let all my muscles go slack, arch my back a little, and wait.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, one hand coasting up my side, stroking my skin.
The praise sends curls of warmth through me, and I arch some more.
“That’s it, baby. Take it like a good girl, and I’ll kiss that ripe pussy when I’m through.” He eases in and out, giving me a tremendous sense of urgency each time he fills me.
My ass is stuffed full of his cock, but my pussy feels tragically empty. I reach my hand between my legs to remedy the situation. My flesh is juicy, swollen beyond recognition, even to my familiar fingers.
Jackson growls and catches my wrist, pulling my hand out. “Mine. What did I tell you about touching your pussy? Only I get to master this sweetness.” He covers my body with his, reaching around to cup my mons. It’s exactly what I need. The tremors start through my body.
“Jackson.” The hoarse cry doesn’t even sound like my voice. “Jackson, please.”
“That’s it, baby. Beg me.” He picks up speed, plundering my ass while his fingers fuck me from below. I’m dizzy with lust, drugged with need. The cabin spins and tilts.
“Jackson!” The room fills with keening cries, which must be mine.
A snarl and a roar cut across them, and Jackson plunges deep. I grab his fingers in my pussy and push them deeper and hold them there as I come, too, my vaginal muscles squeezing, anus tightening around his huge girth.
He pulls out too soon, stumbling back, and I twist to see what I already know will be there. Fangs.
He tears off the condom and discards it. Then comes for me.
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Jackson
If I don’t get enough of Kylie, I’ll die. I need to possess her in every way.
Fates, I almost killed Sam out there. My wolf smelled Kylie in the cabin and needed to get inside with a desperation that rocked me. When Sam tried to interfere, the wolf thought he was challenging me for her. Thank fuck he shifted, or I would’ve gone moon sick for sure.
Even now, the fact that I just orgasmed doesn’t ease any of the fierce need sifting through me. I pray if I just keep claiming her, pleasuring her, fucking her, it will appease my wolf enough he won’t mark her.
I pull the pillows out from under her heart-shaped ass and flip her over. Shove her knees apart. Apply my mouth to her core, licking and sucking like my life depends on it.
She’s limp at first, her knees falling open, still languorous after her orgasm. But her fingers come to my hair when I tongue her clit, and she lets out a weak moan. I don’t stop. She tastes like heaven. I feast in her juices, devouring her. I rub her clit, suck and nip her labia.