AVA'S POV:
My eyes went wide when Draven's line of lewd thoughts clicked!
"What? You want to...do it here? With all those people outside, including the freaking president?" I nearly screamed.
Draven smirked. "What's wrong, darling? You begged me to fuck you 40,000 feet in the air, who's the president?"
"Your dick is big, yes, and addictive, but it's not worth getting in trouble for." I tried to push him off, because he was damn crazy if he thinks I'd just let him take me wherever he wishes.
That was a wrong move – no, not wrong. It was essentially a death sentence. I watched his eyes glow, evidently flickering between gold and blue. A dangerous clue that his wolf was taking control, that his desire for me had consumed him.
In a breath, Draven had his fingers wrapped around my throat, tightly squeezing and a shot of pain had me gasping. My back hit the wall, and his perfectly toned muscles pressed hard against my breast, suffocating and intoxicating me with me that delicious scent.
"You're mine, Ava." He growled, grinding his prominent hardness against my hips. "And as long as you are, I own this body and every pleasure I give you. If I want you on your fucking knees, pumping my cock into your pretty mouth like your life depends on it, then you'd ask no questions. And if I want to fuck you like a whore in a clustered office with over a thousand people outside the door, you nod like a good little wolf and say it's your pleasure. Understood?"
A whimper escaped my lips against my will, and without being able to hold back, I found myself pushing back against his dick. I wanted him in me, deep and so fucking hard. Yet our stupid clothes were in the way. I'd lost myself when Draven tightened the pressure of his fingers on my neck, and I moaned.
"Understood?"
"Yes, yes – I do, I do. Just...don't stop." My core shivered with need, and I had no doubt that there would be a tsunami down there.
"Not the right answer, darling." He nipped my ear, tugging on it seductively. "You nod and say it's a pleasure to be fucked by me."
I nodded eagerly. "It's a pleasure – Its's always a pleasure to be fucked by you, King Draven."
"Now, that's my girl."
What came next might have been the best thing that had happened to me. The King released his grip on my neck and immediately turned me around, pushing my upper body flat against the wall. He didn't wait a second more before he lifted my dress and sensually teased my pussy through my panties.
I tried to bite back my moan, but that too became useless when Draven ripped my panties with his bare fingers, and plunged his fingers in. I cried out, my claws surfacing and digging into the wall before me.
He inserted three fingers into me, and I could feel my pussy stretch out to the extent that brought tears to my eyes. Goddess! It felt so good. Euphoric. I pushed my ass back against his fingers, hating how slowly he went in and out – torturously. Cruelly.
"Draven..." I moaned, out of breath and on the verge of madness. "Please... Pleasee... I need you."
Of course, there came his dark chuckle. It vibrated against my back, matching the tremor of shivers that ran up my spine.
"Ava darling, perhaps I should stop, so that you can walk away like you'd wanted." He teased, and I hated him for it.
"Please... No! I'm sorry, please... Don't leave."
"Fine. I won't." In the next beat, my breath stopped as the force of his hardness rammed into me. I gasped, eyes wide. How had he gotten even bigger than before?
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My Second Chance Lycan King
Werewolfsecond chance/ lycan king / redemption My alpha mate, Wayne, is gay. Despite his status as a powerful alpha, I was determined to divorce my mate, Wayne, after discovering he was gay! I thought my world would come crashing down, but I never expected...
