Prey Drive by Jen Stevens
Chapter 31
the wolf
handle taking the time to ease her in. I'm a patient man, and I've already come this far. I don't have many answers for her because I've never done this before, but I was willing to try if it meant wiping that horrified look off her face.
However, when she sucks her lips between her teeth and eyes me like I'm about to be her last meal, I cave.
How is it that she can look so innocent and sinful at the same time? The epitome of forbidden fruit.
My beautiful fig.
Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I tug her face right against mine, until our noses are brushing and our teeth clatter against each other. Tilting my head for better access, I clamp down on the lip she was just assaulting and pull on it, earning a surprised whimper.
“Too bad,” I mumble in response to her rejection as her blood floods my mouth. “They'll have to wait.”
I don't give her a chance to protest before leaning forward to grab behind her knees and hoist her over my shoulder so I can carry her to her room. She lets out a loud squeal, fists pounding ruthlessly against my back as we make our way through the family room I've watched her in countless times now.
She's screaming obscenities and empty threats, but I don't give a flying fuck what she says she's going to do to me. The second I get my mouth on her, she'll settle down. Or she'll begin screaming for a whole new reason.
I slam her back onto the bed and she scurries up toward the pillows, out of my reach.
“You want to play, my pretty little lamb?”
“I’m not yours. And I told you not to call me those stupid nicknames,” she reminds me in a shaky voice, wrapping her arms around her knees.
When I lean forward with a wolfish grin, she flinches, and the reaction sends shock waves straight to my groin. I had no idea her fear would fuel me this much. I should have been scaring her all along.
“Isn't that what you are? The innocent lamb who happened to cross my path at the perfect time?” I goad, because I can't resist. It’s too fucking fun to razzle her.
“No. I didn't cross your path. You found me, remember?” Her panicked tone is rushed, insistent as her shoulders rattle in a shiver.
“You're so fucking wrong.”
I may have been the first to actively seek her out, but she was the one who interrupted me in my kill room. She was the one who placed my hand against her as she pleasured herself. I was ready to kill her, when she enraptured me instead. When she gave me a whole new purpose: to consume her.
“Stay away from me,” she says weakly, but I can already see the fight leaving her eyes as I begin to strip off my clothes.
She tracks my every movement, anxiously waiting for me to grab her up and force myself on her. I won't, though. I'll never take from her without her permission. But I will have her crawling to me by the end of this. I'll take everything she has to offer me, and then some, because she fuels a side of me that I never knew existed.
My fingers slowly unbuckle my belt and slip my pants down my legs as she watches with rapt attention, the grip on her knees loosening a small fraction. My erection is fighting against my briefs, stretching the fabric in a perfect outline that leaves nothing to her imagination.
I stroke myself three times before her pupils dilate and her lips part. She wants this—whatever this is. It's fucked up and backwards and unprecedented, but that only makes it that much more alluring for her.
“Come to me,” I command in an authoritative tone.
She shakes her head once.
“You can deny this all you want, but it will only delay the inevitable and further piss me off.”
A daring, bratty scowl twists across her features. “Maybe I want to piss you off.”
“Are you sure about that?”
I can see the stubborn indecision in her eyes. Sure, she wants this just as bad as I do, but she's also afraid of it. Afraid of the mysterious man who seems to have taken an unhealthy interest in her. She has no idea how deep my obsession goes, or even that she's the one who sparked it. I would have been fine with killing her. Maybe I'd have taken mercy on her and simply kicked her out of the house. But instead, she revealed a side of myself that I had no idea existed that night she fingered herself in front of me. I won't stop until the need is fully satiated.
All she knows is that she shouldn't want the man who watches her when she sleeps and roams her house without her permission. She shouldn't, but she does.
“I’m going to give you one more chance to come to me before I drag you over here myself,” I grind out through my teeth in a dark, raspy tone. To prove my point, I dig my finger into the mattress, right where I want her to be. The equivalent of commanding a dog to come.
Emotions are warring behind her eyes until fear and desire finally win out. She uncurls her arms from around her knees and starts scooting toward me.
“Crawl,” I demand at the last second.
She scowls again, biting back her smart retort when I raise my brow at her in a silent challenge. Then, like the obedient little lamb that she is, she climbs onto her knees.
I smirk at the small victory, staring down at her when she stops right against the edge of the mattress, her face lined up perfectly with my erection.
Jovie doesn’t see my triumphant expression, though. Instead, she’s gazing at my cock with a hungry look in her eyes. I resist moving, soaking in the erotic scene before me when she sucks that damn lip back into her mouth.
Fuuuck.
My resolve dissipates into a million tiny pieces and falls to the floor around me like black confetti. Primal instincts kick in, impatient and cruel. As if she’s floating on the same wavelength as me, Jovie’s hands shoot out to grab my erection at the exact moment I shove my hips forward, right into her grasp. A moan rumbles deep in my chest as her fingers wrap around my length, slowly stroking the sensitive skin, enveloping it in her warmth.
“That's right, baby,” I find myself praising, thrusting into her grasp over and over again.
She doesn't bother with a response. Instead, she opens her mouth and takes as much of me as she can, until I can feel my tip hitting the back of her throat as she fights against the urge to gag. I run my fingers through her hair appreciatively when she pulls back, releasing my cock with a loud pop.
“Tell me you don't want this,” I challenge mockingly as I fuck her mouth, and she eagerly takes every stroke like it’s her last meal. “Try to lie to me again, Stardust. I dare you.”
Pausing, she fights against my fist holding her head in place to look up at me, lips wrapped fully around my shaft. When I pull out again, she releases my erection and backs away.
“It's not a lie. You're a sick, toxic son of a bitch with an ego the size of this planet. Just another bored little rich boy slumming it with us lower class peasants. Wanting you is the equivalent of handing my soul over to the devil. Dangerous and fruitless.”
I'll admit, that surprises me. I stare down at her, stunned silent as her words soak in. She doesn't move, either. Just looks up at me with those round eyes, a mix of hate and longing circling around in them. My hands grab her upper arms to throw her back onto the bed, and follow right behind before she can move away, hiking her dress up her hips in one swoop.
“I'm slumming it with you?” I ask, grinding my cock against her slick center. She's so fucking wet for me, I can't even stand it. “You think that's why I keep coming back here?”
Nodding, she fists the sheets on either side of her body, shaking from the pure ecstasy of our bodies moving together. I haven't even been inside of her yet, and I'm addicted to this feeling. To having her beneath me. If only she'd allow herself to enjoy it with me.
“No, baby. I keep coming back here because you're mine, and I'm determined to claim you in every way possible.”
With that, I run my tip down her center, taking great care in pressing it against her clit, before I thrust inside, completely filling her in one swift movement.
Our moans meld together in the air, canceling each other out over and over until we're nothing but gasps and breaths and sweat. I lift her leg and rest it on my shoulder, allowing myself to hit her at a completely different angle while opening her up so I can caress her clit and send her nose diving right over the cliff with me.
But my sweet Stardust is closer to finishing than I thought, and the instant my fingers meet her wet slit, she's writhing beneath me as her orgasm takes hold. I've got a front-row seat to watch her fall apart at the seams. She pulsates around my cock, nearly taking me with her, but I draw it out, determined to have her so satisfied when I'm finished with her, she practically falls into a coma.
Brown eyes roll to the back of her head as garbled noises fall from her plump lips, still swollen from being wrapped around my cock.
“I love to watch you come undone,” I whisper darkly from above her. If she wants to call me the devil, I'll gladly act the part.
I can tell she's coming down from her high and decide that this is the perfect moment. Thrusting into her as deep as her body will allow, her gasp transforms into a moan as I pull her forward to sit her on my lap, then take her breast into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her nipple as my finger snakes back between our bodies and massages her clit again. I want her to be overwhelmed with sensation—unable to escape it.
It only takes a few moments to send her spiraling back into euphoria, and this time I allow myself to join her. My cock twitches, and then fills her with cum as she cries out, arching her back so her tits are shoved into my face as I bite and lick her nipples.
When we finally come back down, she wraps her arms around my neck and gazes at me, eyes half-mast. I'm still inside of her, my cum oozing out slowly onto the bed beneath me. Without thinking too hard about it—about any of this—I capture her mouth into a sensual kiss, thanking her for offering such an otherworldly experience.
“Rest, Stardust,” I tell her as I lie her down onto her pillow, then take the spot beside her, tugging her close to my chest. “We've got all night together.”