Come for Me, page 19
Crashing to the floor, I cry out as shock waves pulse around my throat.
He leans forward, elbows posted on his thighs. “Didn’t I say to stay in our bed?”
I’ll combust if he presses it again.
“I’m sorry,” I squeak.
He leans forward, placing his hand behind his ear. “What was that?”
Normally, I’d cuss him out, but this new device is taming me.
“I’m sorry.”
“For getting out of bed or for saying the name of your ex-lover while pleasuring yourself?”
I hang my head. We’ve hurt mate.
“If you want to act like a bitch, then I’ll treat you like one. Crawl to me.” His finger hovers over the button on the remote.
The mere suggestion of him wanting me to crawl like a female dog is humiliating and degrading. Dax was forcing my hand, leaving me with only one choice: his.
Tell that to your wet pussy, my inner self teases. But, dammit, is she right.
My body and pride are at war. If I’m honest with myself, I want his dominance and control. But can he respect a queen crawling on the floor? Would I?
“I’m not asking for your submission anymore. I’ll just take it,” Dax mindlinks.
I guess I don’t move fast enough because a lick of electricity crawls up my neck again.
Dax doesn’t want me to think about whether to follow his words but to obey.
“I believe I told you to crawl to me, darling,” he drawls.
Lowering myself, I place my hands on the floor, then slowly crawl toward him, sticking my ass up in the air, dropping my shoulders.
“Damn, you’re so fucking sexy.” He licks his lips.
With the way he’s looking at me, it’s hard to feel anything but desire.
I’m on my knees. Dax pulls me by my hair into him, crouching to meet me face-to-face. Inhaling my scent, he exhales, and his eyes flash gold.
I’m greeted with a single possessive kiss, a reward for choosing his need for my submission over my pride, which is, apparently, worth one praise kink.
Worth it.
“I find it hard to believe you didn’t have this device long before you met me to use on all your bitches,” I retort, half joking, half curious yet fully disgusted at the thought.
I don’t know why I ask questions that don’t benefit me.
Dax smiles against my skin as his lips brush over my mark, sending tingles down my spine. He sinks his canines into the spot, causing me to moan. His teeth slide out of my flesh with ease, leaving bite marks.
Dax laps up the blood, moaning as he tastes me, and hisses, “Didn’t have to. They listened.”
Damn him.
I scoff and look away, pissed at the comparison.
Dax tips my chin toward him. “Does that make you angry, my queen? That someone else has felt me inside them?” He cups my breast.
“Speak.”
He commands like I’m his dog.
“No,” I lie.
Waiting in silence, he raises an eyebrow.
He’s not buying it.
I sigh. “Yes, my king.”
“Good girl. I thought so.” Leaning back, Dax unbuttons his pants, letting his hard cock spring to attention. “I want you to choke on it for me like a good fucking girl.”
I wrap my hands around his throbbing cock, wetting my lips. Dax moves my hair out of my face, gathering loose strands in his fist, easing me down. He guides and controls my head with the push and pull of my hair knotted around his hand, and I gag immediately. As he thrusts deeper, he hits the back of my throat.
My instincts kick in, and I move to pull away, my hands pushing against his thighs as he shoves his hard length past the gag.
“Breathe through your nose.”
I do as he says, and immediately, the panic subsides, and I moan.
“That’s a good girl. Fuck, yeah, just like that.” He sucks in air through his teeth. “Shit! You give good head.”
My pussy soaks itself as he moves my mouth over his cock, heat pooling as my slickness spreads with my movements. I grow needy as he continues using me for his pleasure. My hair pulls and stings with the thrusts he takes. My hips writhe against the pain of his pull on my roots and the slam of his dick deep into my throat. But here, on my knees, I swear nothing feels as good as him.
I stand corrected when currents lick my neck and the vibrator hums, the device plunging into my ass.
My eyes widen as I let out a muffled scream with him still in my throat. When my lips meet the base of his cock, he strains and groans.
Dax throws his head back, neck bared to the room, hissing with pleasure. My eyes water, but through them glints the glorious sight of the pure alpha male, hard muscles clenching and veins prominent in the arms holding me to his mercy. Tattoos dancing up his arm and across his chest lead my eyes to the throat my wolf longs to lick and sink her teeth into.
My mouth waters, slickening his cock further, sending him deeper as the added sensation flutters his eyes to mine. He pounds deep into my throat again and again, the room filling with slurping and gagging and his wolf’s grunts and groans.
I’m frozen with the fear of such a powerful release inside of me. All I can do is watch this man lose control of himself while still in charge of me.
Meanwhile, my orgasm has built to a pace I can no longer keep up with, outrunning me.
I am at the mercy of the least merciless man to exist.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna—”
The pleasure device ends with a click of the button. My pending orgasm halts. He pulls me off him by my hair, I hiss from his tight grip.
“Say thank you,” he instructs.
“Thank you.”
“‘Thank you for letting me suck your cock.’”
“Thank you for letting me suck your cock.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Good girl.” He nods, gesturing behind me. “On the bed.”
My legs are shaking, but I make it to the bed and stick my ass out on the edge of it on all fours. I’m needy and soaked. Eager and ready to take all of him.
“I’m not fucking you yet.” He takes the collar off, a heavy hand slapping my ass to turn me over, switching on the devices buried inside me.
“Oh,” I moan, and my arms shake with my entire core.
I rock my hips, climbing up . . . up . . . up . . .
Then it stops, and I collapse to my elbows.
He spanks me again, making soothing circles over my cheek with his palm.
“Please, Dax, I’m sorry.”
“Aw . . .” He kisses my back. “No, you’re not. But you’re about to be.”
Fuck.
“Sit up.”
I push up off my elbows and brace myself.
* * *
He clicks the device off again, ignoring my pleas and bestowing another denial on me. I know now why people told stories growing up about Dax, the king of torture. After an hour of his pleasure tool without being allowed to come, my legs are trembling uncontrollably. My mind is in a haze.
“Aw, baby, you’re shaking. You really wanted to come, didn’t you?”
I nod, whimpering.
Tears slide down my sore cheeks, my mouth parted in a silent plea as I fight against the orgasm he’s teased to new maddening heights each time he’s denied me.
Somewhere throughout the night, I’ve shifted from resistance and fighting him to embracing the pleasure our bond has brought us. I now fight for—not against—his power over me. I need the release only he can entice within me. Pleasure has blinded me to anything except my king and has inflamed my soul with desire. I craved my own liberation, but most of all, I crave him.
He builds another orgasm in my core. He does as he pleases with my body, claiming it and my mind as his, just as deeply as our mate bond has claimed my soul.
I need Dax.
I collapse on the bed.
“How does it feel to be so close to something you want, just to have it taken away from you?”
“Please, Dax.”
I’m desperate. The contracting of my pussy is becoming too much.
“I’ve waited seven years for you to come for me. You’ve only waited an hour.”
Our bond courses through my veins, consuming my every thought. Every breath, sigh, and moan is by and for him. I’ve lost count of him bringing me to the cusp of release, taking me to the edge of how much pleasure my body can endure before denying my orgasm. I would sell my soul for one more lingering moment of his touch, a little more friction, more torture, more cruel caressing fingers, and more tongue. He takes what he wants from me and only gives when it pleases him.
“And as much as you need to come, I need you more than that. So much more, Alaina.”
His words, echoing all around me, hypnotize and shock me.
I’ve become a wanton—a pleading, begging, needy mess at his command. My pride long gone, my walls demolished, and the world outside him nonexistent. Our bond is the gravity tethering me to his bed and holding me captive to his whims.
“Up,” he instructs.
Trembling, I lift myself from the bed back on all fours. When he turns the device back on, it hums and causes my body to tense up. I scream. The burning need is too much.
“Agh,” I cry.
“You wanna come?”
“Yes, my king.”
Like Dax, this device is my undoing. When the plug pumps into my anus, it sends shock waves to my neck and fizzles out with the vibration on my vulva. It’s as if it’s all connected, rocking me to the finish line.
“Beg.”
“What?”
It’s hard to focus with all these delicious sensations.
“Beg me.”
“Please. Please let me come, my king. I’ll be good, I swear.”
“Stop denying our bond, and I’ll stop denying you.” His tone is soft, barely above a whisper.
I wave the white flag and nod.
Dax kisses my mark. My orgasm has been building for so long the climb only takes a second, and like a roller coaster, I’m at the top, looking over the edge at the steep drop.
“Come for me, Alaina.”
With that, I scream all the way down, my arms giving out, and I collapse onto the mattress.
“You did such a good job taking that for me.”
I close my eyes. My legs are spasming. Dax removes the device and sets it on the nightstand. Another noise goes off, but I don’t recognize it.
“But I’m not quite done with you yet.”
“I’m dead. I can’t move,” I pant.
Dax chuckles, kissing my temple as I lie on my side. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
After scooping me up, he places me on all fours again. My head is hanging, exhausted. “I want you to see just how good you look as you take me. What men wish they could have.”
Dax lifts my head, and my eyes land on the mirror across from the bed, an addition to the room.
Before I can get distracted with mundane, irrelevant thoughts, Dax grips my chin, forcing my eyes to lock with his as he gropes my breasts. A moan escapes me as his skilled hands palm the soft skin, squeezing groans past my swollen lips.
Dax’s hands travel lower, gripping my hips, positioning his cock at my entrance. He snakes his hand around my neck, biting me as he buries himself inside me, slowly pulling me to his base.
Retracting his canines, his lips pepper kisses along my shoulder. He lifts off me, dragging his hands down my back to grip my hips.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
His hand slips between my thighs and rubs my clit as he thrusts into me, chasing yet another orgasm. Dax moans, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me as my pussy clamps around him, his fingers rubbing my bud as his right hand reaches behind his back.
Our eyes lock in the mirror as I grip my breasts, their weight bouncing as he thrusts into me. His devilish grin meets me, sensing what’s coming. My eyes widen as he presses the button on the remote, thrusting his cock up inside me.
I wince, expecting pain to course through my body, yet it sends my pleasure reeling up further.
“I want you to watch yourself as you come around my cock.”
After an hour of my punishment, my eyes have stopped darting to him in hatred, hurt, or defiance and have softened to lust, need, and desire.
My will battles with my wolf’s determination to submit herself to our king, our mate. His control and power over my release crumbles my will to resist and delay the inevitable. My gaze can’t divert from him anymore. No matter how hard I try, my wolf is locked in, presenting herself bare before him to be all he desires.
For once, we are on the same page. Our screams and moans echoes through the castle as I come for him, just as he comes for me.
* * *
In the morning, I’m sore, and my body aches in the best way. A smile forms at the sensory reminders. His arm is draped over my waist possessively, and his hardened member is pressed into my backside. I see his many scars coating his arms that are covered by his dark hair. I follow the arms up to the male they belong to and see him sleeping peacefully.
For a moment, he’s just Dax. So normal. I selfishly take advantage of his vulnerability, to check him out without him knowing. His chiseled jaw, his unfairly long eyelashes—screw men and their long eyelashes that they never appreciate—and his pink lips.
“Darling,” he rumbles. He must’ve felt me move. I look away before he catches me staring at him. “I could feel your eyes on me, little one. Don’t hide from me now.”
I blush and curse at Dax’s supernatural senses.
He moves me and shifts until he’s settled in between my legs, resting his elbows on either side of me as he hovers over my face. Dax rolls his hard member into my core, and I moan at the feeling of hunger and a need for mercy, still sore from our previous encounters.
Even after I crawled for him, he still looks at me like I ensure his world doesn’t succumb to the hilt of a blade instead of a weak bitch who does whatever he says. Our cat-and-mouse dynamic dwindles, and it’s taking more effort for me to deny him than it is for me to give into him. He can see that and growls in approval at me for not fighting him for once.
“I should fuck you more often. You’re less defiant this way,” he teases as he buries his nose in my neck.
“Hey!”
He laughs, and I make a lousy attempt to push him off of me, then wrap my arms around him, giving up. Not that I tried hard to begin with.
“We need to get up.”
“No,” he lets out a muffled groan with his face planted against my neck. Making sure neither of us can get up and face the day, he goes dead weight on me.
“Dax,” I laugh, trying to push him off this time. “Come on, I can’t keep the king from his kingdom.”
He pins my wrists above my head with one hand, then trails the other to my needy clit and looks at me. “I could make you stay in this bed. Making you come over and over again, screaming my name. You’ll be so satisfied and exhausted you’ll succumb to sleep, and just when you’re starting to recover, I’ll have you moaning once more. Never letting you fully come down, I’ll have you in my bed for days, Alaina, making sure I’m to blame for your addiction. I’ll never let you leave.”
I swallow and don’t dare touch on the obvious childhood issues that could stem from finding his declaration appealing, his idea that I’d be his prisoner, protected from everyone except him. Not letting me leave until I’m as obsessed with him as he is of me, addicted to him . . . Goddess, it sounds all sorts of psychotic, but I wouldn’t mind it.
He can smell my arousal, and when he kisses me, we taste each other’s hunger. My hips grind against him, searching for friction only he can give me.
Our teenage make-out session comes to a halt when there’s a knock on the door.
He growls. “Go away. We’re busy.”
I hit him playfully, and he smiles. Pulling the covers over our heads, he trails kisses down my chest, then my stomach, then my—right there.
Until another knock is at the door.
Fun-loving, duty-free Dax is gone, and Mr. Killer In Charge returns, growling at whoever is disturbing his meal. I can’t help but giggle at his frustration as he throws the covers off him and storms to the door.
He swings it open, grabs the man’s lapel, and slams him to the wall. “What?”
“I’m sorry, sir, but there are rogues and vampires attacking in the East villages. People are dying.”
Dax lets him go, nodding toward the door.
The guy bolts.
Dax rubs the back of his neck. “I must go with them. You’ll stay here with Sam, where I know you’ll be safe.”
Before I can protest, he leaves the room.
I flop back onto the pillow, groaning at the cold Dax, at the unsexy version that keeps me his prisoner. Just when I was starting to feel good about our future.
I can’t stay here again. Venturing through the castle grounds isn’t enough to distract me from my lack of free will. I need to actually get out of the castle’s walls and explore the kingdom that is supposed to be mine one day. And I know just how to make that happen.
I throw the covers off me and cover myself with a robe, then speed walk down the castle halls, the floor cold under my bare feet.
People bow and acknowledge me as “Your Majesty.”
“When did you tell people to call me Your Majesty?”
“The second I met you.”
This is going to take a while to get used to.
Mr. Playboy himself leans against a column with his soon-to-be-bedded target. By her blushing cheeks, she seems to be returning the favor, liking whatever he’s saying. Her strap hangs off her shoulder, skin exposed, as he leans in to kiss her.
I clear my throat.
At the sight of me, the woman’s eyes widen, backing away from him, showing her neck in submission, averting from my gaze. She curtsies before apologizing for her indecency and runs away.
Seemingly not happy that I’ve interrupted his fun, Sam sighs, then straightens, adjusting himself. “What can I do for you, Your Majesty?”
I ignore his tone and realize I’ve never seen the woman before or any of the other women he brings in here. I haven’t explored the kingdom much at all outside the castle besides training outside, so I could use time away and have some fun.
