After Charolette easily weaseled her way out of conversation about using the stone and after she yakked my ear off for a good thirty minutes about the Luna Ceremony, Ruffles and I walked through town to get some chips at the store. She had been eating more than usual lately, and I was getting awfully suspicious that Ares was eating them with her.
I readjusted her blue hat and swung the grocery bags by my side as we walked back toward the packhouse. Thoughts of earlier--and what I had witnessed--raced through my mind. What if we couldn’t defeat the Hounds? What were those white orbs? Could we even--
Ruffles stopped dead in her tracks and gazed into an alleyway, spotting a Siamese cat staring at her. The cat walked over to her, moving his nose back and forth to sniff her. She gazed at it for a few moments, swat it with her paw, then walked away, wagging her little butt back and forth like she did with Ares.
I raised a brow at the exchange and listened to the Siamese cat meow at her. She looked back at him, gave him her signature don’t-fuck-with-me stare, and continued walking.
My lips curled into a smirk, but I didn’t say anything to her until we reached the packhouse. “So, Ruffles,” I said, closing the door behind me. She gazed up at me, and I wiggled my eyebrows down at her. “Did you finally find your own man?” She ignored me and sprinted up the stairs to her bedroom.
Someone wrapped their arms around me from behind and stuck their nose into my hair. “Are you jealous of your cat?” Ares said into my ear, pulling me hard against his chest. His voice, so rough and edgy, made me warm in all the right places.
“No,” I said, trying to turn around in his embrace, but he refused.
Instead, he pushed me against the wall and wrapped a hand around the front of my neck. “I’m all yours, Kitten.” Ares sucked my mark between his lips, drawing his tongue against the small scars. His fingers slipped between my legs, rubbing my clit through my pants. “Especially after this morning.”
“After this morning?” I asked, claws digging into the wall.
“Goddess, Aurora, you don’t know how turned on I was when you turned around, took out this little dagger of yours…” He pulled my silver knife from my back pocket and tossed it onto the side-table. “And killed those Hounds with me.” He pressed his hardness into my backside. “It made me want to take you right then and there.”
I pushed him away and walked backwards up the stairs. “What happened to you, Alpha?” I asked, lips curling into a smirk. “The Ares I met at the lake would’ve taken me. He wouldn’t have waited.”
Ares growled lowly, stalking up the stairs toward me, eyes dark. “Kitten, don’t taunt me.”
I shrugged my shoulders and tried to suppress a giggle. “I guess he’s gone.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I turned around and sprinted up the rest of the stairs.
On the last stair, Ares caught my arm, turned me around, wrapped his hand around my throat, and pushed me down the hallway. I walked backwards, staring up into his glowing golden eyes, his hand tightening around my throat.
He let out a guttural growl, brushing his thumb roughly over my jaw. “Keep talking and it’ll land you right on your knees.”
Heat pooled between my legs. Goddess, I’d take kneeling in front of Ares as punishment anyday. I grasped his wrist, my cheeks flushing, and said, “So… damn… weak.”
Ares pushed me right onto my knees in the middle of the hallway, grasped my chin, and forced me to look up at him. I stared up at him through my lashes, and he stepped closer to me so his bulge in his sweatpants was inches from my mouth. “I don’t have to tell you what to do, do I?”
My lips curled into a smirk, and I batted my lashes. When I didn’t move, he slid his hand down to my throat, pulled me closer to the bulge in his pants. “Suck it.” He pulled out his cock and rubbed his head against my lips, coating them in his pre-cum. “Open,” he said. And when I didn’t, he slapped his hard dick onto my lips. I knelt in front of him, my core clenching, as I played with my nipples and let him slap me with his cock over and over again. “Open.”
Heat built in my core, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, letting his cock slap against it. He grasped my jaw to hold my mouth open, pushed his head into my mouth, then pulled it out. “Beg for it.”
He gifted me another inch and pulled it out again. “Beg.”
Another inch. “Louder.”
“Goddess, Ares, please give it to--”
He thrust his cock all the way down my throat until his balls were pressing against my lips. And, even then, he forced himself farther down my throat so his balls were inside my mouth. I stared up at him through teary eyes, gagging on his cock, spit dripping from my lips.
Ares lightly slapped the back of my head with his hand, ramming his cock even further down my throat. He wrapped his hand around the front of my neck and jerked himself off inside of it.
I placed my hands on his thighs, trying to push him away, but he held me tighter against him. “Let me see your pretty eyes, Kitten,” he said. I glanced up at him through my lashes, my cheeks flushing. “You look so damn sexy with my cock down your throat.”
I gagged in response, my pussy pulsing. Goddess, I loved this so fucking much.
“Tell me you love it, Aurora.”
I parted my lips, as best as I could, and tried to get out the words I-love-it but could only manage a few throaty gags as Ares decided to start fucking me throat hard. He wrapped his hands in my hair, pulling me toward him with every thrust.
“What was that, Kitten?” he asked, taunting me. I closed my eyes, trying to form coherent words this time. He pulled himself all the way out of me and slapped his cock against my lips. “Eyes on me.”
I collapsed onto my hands, staring up at him through teary eyes. I gasped for breath, my chest rising and falling quickly. He bent down and roughly snaked his hand around my throat, pulling me up to my feet.
With one hand, he pinned me to the wall. With his other, he rubbed my spit and drool off my chin and then stuck his fingers into my mouth. I sucked his fingers into my mouth, desperate for him to touch me after this.
“Touch yourself,” he said to me. “While I watch.”
My eyes widened, and I slipped my hand into my underwear, rubbing my fingers against my clit. My legs trembled slightly, and I curled my toes, the pressure rising in my core. He stared down at me with those hungry gold eyes, and I could tell he was holding himself back.
My fingers moved faster and harder against my clit. I could feel the pure intensity of an orgasm about to rip its way through me. I closed my eyes but reopened them when he tightened his grip on my neck. “Please,” I whispered, my cheeks flushing.
All I needed was something inside of me… him inside of me. Thrusting into me. Taking me. Making me his. I imagined his cock sliding into my pussy until all of him had disappeared, his cum leaking out and running down my legs.
I was on the edge of the best orgasm I had for a long time, so close, so damn close.
“Stop,” Ares said, jaw clenched.
My brows furrowed. “Stop?”
“Don’t cum,” he said. “I didn’t say you could.” When I didn’t move my hand away from my pussy, he grasped my wrist. “Don’t cum.” His voice was tense and so authoritative I had to take a deep breath so I didn’t cum from it.
My pussy tightened, and I ached for a release. “Ares…”
He released my wrist. “Touch your pussy but don’t cum.”
I rubbed my clit again, almost immediately returning to the edge of an orgasm. Ares brushed his fingers against my breast and trailed it over my nipple through my shirt. A wave of pleasure rolled through me, yet I held myself back. He pinched my nipple, and I moaned out loud, clenching hard.
“You’re not cumming, are you?”
He growled under his breath. Goddess, I needed it. “Good. Stop.”
After forcing myself to pull my hand away so I didn’t cum without his permission, I took a shaky breath. He stepped away from me and smirked, gaze drifting up and down my body.
I stood there, shifting from foot to foot and trying hard to ease the ache between my legs. “Ares, please, give it to me.” I begged for him. Straight up begged. My pussy was pulsing, my heart was pounding in my chest. I needed him more than I needed anything in my entire life.
He smirked at me. “Is my little Kitten begging for me now?”
“Ares…” I whimpered.
“I’m not fucking you again until the Luna Ceremony.”
My eyes widened. “The Luna Ceremony?” I asked. “That’s almost two weeks away.”
He slapped his hand against my ass and winked. “Better control yourself, Kitten.”
But… he was the one who was going to have to control himself. I knew how to get under his skin, if I was desperate enough. I could break him, if I wanted. Neither one of us would last two weeks. We barely lasted a whole five minutes before he took me that first night.
I shook off his comment, as if I could control myself, and pushed myself off the wall. “Better control yourself, Alpha.”
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