He asked neither permission nor forgiveness. He just claimed me as his.
I knew Elijah Baumann was a brute before he ripped off my clothes and blistered my bare backside with his belt. I knew it even before he mounted and rutted me with that same belt pulled tight around my throat to hold me helplessly in place for every desperate, shattering climax.
It was the way he looked at me.
Not like he hoped he might have me one day. Like I already belonged to him.
Like I was his mate.
Author: Sara Fields
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 65,000 words
Excerpt
“You’re mine now, Ashleigh, and now, you’re going to beg me to claim you,” he demanded tenderly. He petted my pussy lightly and I was mortified to realize that even though both my pussy and my ass were incredibly sore, I was wetter than I’d ever been before. My clit throbbed even though he’d already made me come once and the only thing I could think about was his cock sliding inside me. My pussy clenched hard at the thought.
“Please claim me as yours, alpha,” I whispered shakily, stepping from one foot to the other in an effort to relieve the growing sting he’d painted between my legs.
“Beg me to make it hurt,” he continued, and I wailed in mortified embarrassment. I hid my face in the blankets beneath me and he cleared his throat in warning. When I didn’t answer right away, he grasped my bottom cheeks firmly enough to hurt and spread me apart.
“I had planned on only fucking your pretty little pussy tonight, but I could certainly teach this tight hole a lesson instead,” he threatened, and I cried out with open shame.
I couldn’t believe he was looking at me there. His thumb glided down the cleft of my ass, just glancing across my tight rim and I opened my mouth so fast that my head spun.
“Please fuck my pussy! Please make it hurt!” I pleaded desperately. I shook beneath him, and he didn’t let go of my ass right away.
“That’s a good girl,” he praised and when he finally released me, I sighed in relief. “I will leave that reluctant little hole for another day when you’ve been a very bad girl who needs a very hard lesson indeed,” he warned, and I couldn’t help but tighten my muscles protectively against his open threat.
Would he really do something like that? Would I like it if he did?
I was so caught off guard by his promise to fuck me there that I hardly heard the sound of his zipper descending before the blazing hot head of his cock pressed against my pussy.
I froze and he slowed, likely feeling my trepidation. His fingers slipped in between my thighs, lightly touching over my entrance.
“You’ve never been with another, little wolf,” he said softly. It wasn’t a question, but more of a gentle observation.
“No, alpha,” I whispered hoarsely. I wasn’t lying. I’d never been with a man. My father had kept me sheltered as best as he could for all my life. I’d never gone on dates or courted anyone. There had been no reason to. I’d always known my fate would lie with whatever husband my father arranged for me.
I’d never imagined my first time looking anything like this.
“I won’t lie to you, sweet mate. What comes next is going to hurt, but I promise you that you are safe with me. You’re mine and I will always protect what’s mine no matter what,” he vowed, and his possessiveness did something odd to my heart and my pussy at the same time. Both tremored with feeling and I did my best to push it away.
I heard the belt jangle behind me, and I flinched, but as he leaned forward and looped it around my neck, my pussy flared with heat. He slid the end through the clasp and pulled it tight around my throat like a leash. He didn’t pull it tight enough to choke me at first, but the threat was there all the same.
I squirmed, knowing that soon he would be the man to steal my virginity.
I expected him to take me right away, but as he slid his cock up and down my wet slit, I found myself enjoying its wicked heat. I was so wet that his length simply slid against me and when it pushed up against my sensitive clit, I gasped with pleasure. I jerked away slightly, and he pulled the belt just a little bit tighter.
The belt was a message that he was very much in total control of me. I opened my legs a bit to show him that I understood.