Page 13 of Primal
“Not without your consent.” That wasn’t a no. It was ano for right now.
“This makes no sense. Tying me to a bed screams that you want to fuck me good and hard.” The sass in her voice only made me want to dominate her more. Spank that sass out of her and then fuck it right back. Again and again. Blood rushed to my dick, and it was possible I could come just from her sayingfuckin her breathy, soft voice. My hips flexed, pressing into her. She lifted into it and moaned. I growled.
“Oh, I want to do that,” I said. Yes, she was so much younger. Sweet. Innocent. Clueless to the hardships of life, ones I wanted to shoulder for her. But she ran.She ran. In a pack, that meantchase me, I want to be held down, taken, used.
Riley wasn’t a shifter. But she was mine. That meant shewantedme to do all of those things, even if only subconsciously. For right now. Soon, when I claimed her, she’d be begging for it. She’d know she liked for me to be in charge, to give her what she needed, no matter how filthy it was.
She sniffed. “Well, I don’t.”
I arched a brow, scanned her gorgeous body, saw the way her nipples pebbled against her t-shirt. “Liar.” I pointed at her tits then circled my finger.
She looked down, and her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink as she covered the evidence with her forearm. “I’m not lying.”
I took a deep breath. “Sugar, besides those nipples showing off for me, I can scent your arousal. You’re dripping for it.”
Her mouth fell open as she squirmed because she knew exactly what I meant. “I… I– no way.”
I shrugged. “Fine. You’re not wet for me. Then prove it.”
She cocked her head. “Prove it?”
Nodding, I sat back on my heels and crossed my arms over my chest. “Let’s see how wet you are.”
She held up a hand. “You arenottouching my pussy.”
I lifted my chin. “You do it then.”
“I’m tied to the headboard,” she reminded with more of that sass, holding up her wrist with the rope dangling from it.
“With only one arm, and there’s plenty of reach. Use either hand. Slide those fingers inside that sweet cunt and show me. If you’re not hot for me, for this, then–”
“Then you set me free,” she cut in. “And I go home.”
This was a bargain she wasn’t going to win. I knew she was wet. I could smell her arousal, tangy and sweet in the air. It made my mouth water for a taste.
I leaned down, set my hands on the headboard on either side of her head, so our faces were close. So I hovered over her. So all she could see was me. A few inches more, and we’d kiss again. “If your honey’s dripping and covering your fingers, then I get to lick it up. All of it. From the source.”
Three things happened at once. She swallowed hard, and I imagined her taking my dick deep down her throat. She got wetter, her scent almost heady now. She also moaned, and I had to wonder if she’d ever had a guy go down on her.
Holy shit.I gripped a log of the headboard. If it wasn’t so thick, I’d have snapped the wood.
Was she a–
Was she smelling so sweet because she had her cherry? That she was untouched and all fucking mine?
I growled, and my dick spurted pre-cum.
“You a virgin, Riley?” I asked, the words raw and deep, clawing out of me, so eager to hear the answer.
She blushed and looked away.
Fuck, she was. “Oh, sugar.”
“I know I shouldn’t be one, but I’m not good at it, okay?” she said, her head to the side.
I frowned, confused. She looked ashamed. Why the fuck would she feel that way for not fucking some horny high schooler when she knew–deep down–that she’d been waiting for me?
“How can you be good at something you’ve never done?” I asked, reaching out and tucking her hair behind her ear. It felt like silk between my fingers.