Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
Ten years ago he told me I was too young for him. Today he told me I belong to him.
I came back to Everlasting Springs to keep a promise to my aunt, not to put up with Paul Arrow’s alpha wolf nonsense, and I told him so. That’s how I ended up over his knee…
If he’s hoping a bright red bottom will make me his obedient little mate, he’s got another thing coming. If he wants me, he’s not just going to have to spank me. He’s going to have to claim me, mark me, and knot me so roughly I’m sore for days, then do it all again as often as it’s needed.
But what scares me isn’t him thinking he’s up for the challenge. It’s me knowing that he is.
Author: Amaryllis Lanza
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 81,000 words
Excerpt
Paul knelt on the bed at my feet and parted my lower lips to lick my pussy with his rough, wet tongue. He sucked and nibbled on my clit, that low rumble of his now adding a very pleasurable level of vibration which had me dripping like a ripe mango. The room began to spin around me. My sighs escaping my lips grew as hot as his breath on my labia. I reached back to grab a pillow as an electric shock rocked my body. My thighs quivered as my body convulsed and my legs tried to lock around his head.
He fought the leg clamp brought on by my orgasm and pushed my thighs open wide as he climbed over me slowly, kissing his path to the top, from my mound to my belly, to my breasts. He lingered there a long while, sucking on my nipples as one of his hands massaged my breasts and the other dug into my ass. Then he kissed my chest as he worked his way to my clavicle and to my neck. He kissed the pulse point of my carotid artery which throbbed with the intensity of my heartbeat, and the heat of my arousal. He was sucking so hard on my pulse that I was sure he meant to leave a mark. Then he moved up to my earlobe and bit it lightly before whispering in my ear.
“There’s no easy way to do this, Sunshine, but if you trust me and relax into it, I promise you’re going to come much harder than you came with my mouth alone.”
“I trust you, Paul.” I sighed softly. “I need you so badly.”
He kissed my lips, and my eyes, and my cheek, running his fingers through my hair with one hand as the other adjusted his cock between us. The velvety softness of his slick head stroked my folds before he positioned himself at my entrance.
“Ready, baby?”
“Yes,” I murmured.
With one steady thrust he broke through my shield, steadying me as I buckled against the pain. He kissed me softly, resting inside me, unmoving, until my walls adjusted to the invasion.
“Tell me you want more,” he said, speaking against my lips.
“Yes,” I whimpered, moving my hips against him to urge him on, my nails digging into his back.
Paul began to stroke softly, barely leaving me before pushing deeper. Then his strokes intensified slowly as he stretched my sheath to suit his needs. He coaxed my body to warm to him, to cede and submit, until he was slamming into my cervix. My core delighted in the friction, the stretching and the ache.
Soon, I could feel myself ready to go over the edge again, but Paul stopped me by pulling out. I whimpered a complaint.
“Listen, now,” he said. “I’m going to go in all the way. We’re going to be knotted for a while. I don’t know how long. It depends on your body, but this is the fun part, okay?”
“Yes…” I’d forgotten any other words at that point. My body was so full of sensation and my mind was operating on another level. All I could do was say yes to Paul—to whatever he wanted, whatever he asked.
He kissed me again, deeper this time, the hunger returning intense and greedy as he plunged into me, pulling out and thrusting back in, beyond what felt like the limits of my vagina, pounding the door of my womb, each time pushing me to new depths of need. A ravenous ache burned within me like a wildfire. Sweat broke out on my skin. I felt my orgasm cresting again, but this time my sex wasn’t just fluttering. It was convulsing. It felt like I could crush his cock with each penetration, like my pussy could squeeze the life right out of him, which I suppose was exactly as nature intended.
Paul’s invasion of my body intensified to get through my quivering muscles, until his face contorted with a growl. He hit my cervix so hard I thought he might tear it wide open. The head of his dick felt like it had swollen, his shaft harder, and then I felt the knot penetrate me too. My pussy stretched to take the thick root whole and then contracted to grip him tight; he was locked deep inside me as a howl escaped my lips and I came with all the ferocity of a tornado.
“That’s it, Puppy, milk me good,” Paul said though ragged breaths, his voice deep and husky. “Take it all. It’s all yours.”
