Auctioned to the Cruel King - Chapter 30: Chapter 30
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Kayla POV
He deepened the kiss, and I wrapped my legs around his back, hooking him closer.
I wanted this. Fuck. Wanted him.
I was still scared of the mate bond, scared to be tied to it, used, and betrayed, but this time, I wanted to feel every atom of it since it was probably my last.
Lance bit my lips and I moaned. And in my head, my wolf roared; ‘take me, claim me.’
I wanted that too.
“Uh…fuu… Lance…”
I felt him rock hard against me, and that made me ground against him for a glimpse of that friction. Yes. More. I wanted more!
He tore his lips from my mouth to my neck, where he dragged his teeth and tongue down my skin as his hands slid under my dress and went up, up, to cup my breasts. I arched into the touch and lifted my arms as he peeled away my dress in one easy motion.
“Fuck,” Lance exhaled.
I nearly cried when he pulled back to survey me, my body naked from the foot up. The inners I had on, were all his, I could be his, for tonight.
He snarled in satisfaction. “Beautiful.” I whimpered a bit—because beneath the praise, pure lust simmered. He growled, “Damn me to have been given all of this..,” he said, reaching for the lace of my bra. “…and never took a proper look.”
But all I could think of was his mouth as it lowered to my breast and sucked, his tongue flicking against my nipple.
I plunged my fingers into his hair, and he braced a hand beside my head—smack atop a pile of files.
My body shook when he flickered his tongue again. He let out a low laugh that vibrated through my core and I watched, breathless, as he moved that maddening tongue and traced a circle around my breast, then lower, until I was shivering from need.
“Lest you forget where this will end, Kayla,” he said.
My wolf snarled at him. Of course, I knew. I’d started this after all.
His mouth found my other breast. “Tell me to stop, if you don't want it to go any further.”
I was going to say something, but moaned instead when he bite the top of my breast, teasing—teasing me so horribly that I wanted to beg him, beg him to just take me like he once did.
“What would it be?”
Fuck him. Now he was doing this on purpose.
I didn’t care as I grabbed at his shirt. He looked pleased when I did, then shifted enough to let me remove them until that beautiful tan body, the powerful muscles, was bare before me.
This could be all mine.
I savored that thought.
“What would it be?”
That again?!
“Yes. I know…”
That was enough. His mouth crashed into mine, his bare skin so warm against my own, and I gripped his face. His hands found my waist, and I bucked my hips off the table to help him remove my panties and before I could register his next move, he was between my legs.
The first lick of Lance’s tongue set me on fire.
I jerked at the contact with a bark of, “Shit.”
He growled his approval at my moan, my taste, and unleashed himself on me entirely.
A hand pinning my hips to the table, he worked me in great sweeping strokes. And when his tongue slid inside me, I reached up to grip the edge of the desk, to grip the edge of the world that I was very near to falling off.
He licked and kissed his way to the apex of my thighs, just as his fingers replaced where his mouth had been, pumping inside me as he sucked, his teeth scraping ever so slightly—
Yes. Yes. More! I—I can’t…
I bowed off the table as my climax shattered through me, splintering my consciousness into a million pieces. He kept licking me, fingers still moving. “Lance!” I rasped. Fuck, if he didn't go in now, I might run mad.
“Please…please…”
But he remained kneeling, feasting on me, that hand pinning me to the table.
I went over the edge again. And only when I was trembling, half sobbing, limp with pleasure, did Lance rise from the floor.
He looked me over, naked, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his own face and body smeared with it, and gave me a slow, satisfied male smile.
“You’re mine,” he snarled.
I could have argued, but I didn't.
I could be whatever he wants now.
Wholly naked, I watched as he unbuttoned his pants, and the considerable length of him sprang free. My mouth went dry at the sight of it. I wanted him, wanted every glorious inch of him in me, wanted to—
His mouth found mine, the kiss open and deep, a clash of tongues and teeth. And then he groaned in a way that skittered along my bones. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, spreading me as he gripped my hips, tugging them up, up before he sheathed himself deep in me with a single stroke.
OH MY GOD—
I could hardly breathe, hardly think beyond where our bodies were joined. I moaned into the kiss at every glorious inch of him, shuddering.
“Say it, I want to hear it,” he murmured.
I knew what he meant.
“I’m yours,” I breathed.
“Good.”
Lance pulled out and plunged back in, eternity exploding around me in that instant, and I thought I might break apart from too many sensations.
“Oh FUCK!” I gasped out.
Again, he pulled out, then thrust in.
He groaned.
Again—faster, deeper this time.
“Fuck,” Lance breathed. “I’ve wanted to do this from the moment you walked into that meeting all dressed up for me. And now that I get to have you, I won’t be stopping anytime soon.”
“Yes,” I breathed, about as much of the truth as I’d admit. “Yes.”
He withdrew again, lowering his head to watch his cock slide out of me, gleaming with my wetness—and then enter me anew. Again. He kissed me over and over, and both of our faces turned damp. One hand held me in place as the other rolled and stroked that bundle of nerves between my legs, and I couldn’t tell where one climax ended and the second began as he thrust in again, and again, his lips on my neck, on my ear.
I felt it then, my wolf did, his wolf or beast or whatever he’s to be called—like an unbreakable aura, like a nondimmable fire. And my wolf howled and howled and the bond flared, the mark on my neck flared and I was moaning and sobbing and wanting more.
I never felt this kind of sensation. Never.
I didn't want it to stop. “AaAAH!”
I could die from this.
Every inch of me burned and tightened, and my control slipped entirely as he whispered, “Mate.”
My wolf growled. I moaned.
Lance barked my name, thrusting his hips up. Stars wheeled in my mind as he slammed deep.
I let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream, and he found himself echoing it as all my silken, blazing heat gripped him.
“Fuck!”
My fingernails dug into his shoulders.
I tipped my head back, baring my throat, and he bit down on the center of it, hard enough to leave a mark.
Release barreled into him, and he rammed up into me in such a mighty thrust that I screamed, climaxing with him. I clamped around him, pulsing and milking, and he bucked, frenzied, reduced to this need to be in me, to spill into me, to spill as much of himself as he could.
I took all of it.
He deepened the kiss, and I wrapped my legs around his back, hooking him closer.
I wanted this. Fuck. Wanted him.
I was still scared of the mate bond, scared to be tied to it, used, and betrayed, but this time, I wanted to feel every atom of it since it was probably my last.
Lance bit my lips and I moaned. And in my head, my wolf roared; ‘take me, claim me.’
I wanted that too.
“Uh…fuu… Lance…”
I felt him rock hard against me, and that made me ground against him for a glimpse of that friction. Yes. More. I wanted more!
He tore his lips from my mouth to my neck, where he dragged his teeth and tongue down my skin as his hands slid under my dress and went up, up, to cup my breasts. I arched into the touch and lifted my arms as he peeled away my dress in one easy motion.
“Fuck,” Lance exhaled.
I nearly cried when he pulled back to survey me, my body naked from the foot up. The inners I had on, were all his, I could be his, for tonight.
He snarled in satisfaction. “Beautiful.” I whimpered a bit—because beneath the praise, pure lust simmered. He growled, “Damn me to have been given all of this..,” he said, reaching for the lace of my bra. “…and never took a proper look.”
But all I could think of was his mouth as it lowered to my breast and sucked, his tongue flicking against my nipple.
I plunged my fingers into his hair, and he braced a hand beside my head—smack atop a pile of files.
My body shook when he flickered his tongue again. He let out a low laugh that vibrated through my core and I watched, breathless, as he moved that maddening tongue and traced a circle around my breast, then lower, until I was shivering from need.
“Lest you forget where this will end, Kayla,” he said.
My wolf snarled at him. Of course, I knew. I’d started this after all.
His mouth found my other breast. “Tell me to stop, if you don't want it to go any further.”
I was going to say something, but moaned instead when he bite the top of my breast, teasing—teasing me so horribly that I wanted to beg him, beg him to just take me like he once did.
“What would it be?”
Fuck him. Now he was doing this on purpose.
I didn’t care as I grabbed at his shirt. He looked pleased when I did, then shifted enough to let me remove them until that beautiful tan body, the powerful muscles, was bare before me.
This could be all mine.
I savored that thought.
“What would it be?”
That again?!
“Yes. I know…”
That was enough. His mouth crashed into mine, his bare skin so warm against my own, and I gripped his face. His hands found my waist, and I bucked my hips off the table to help him remove my panties and before I could register his next move, he was between my legs.
The first lick of Lance’s tongue set me on fire.
I jerked at the contact with a bark of, “Shit.”
He growled his approval at my moan, my taste, and unleashed himself on me entirely.
A hand pinning my hips to the table, he worked me in great sweeping strokes. And when his tongue slid inside me, I reached up to grip the edge of the desk, to grip the edge of the world that I was very near to falling off.
He licked and kissed his way to the apex of my thighs, just as his fingers replaced where his mouth had been, pumping inside me as he sucked, his teeth scraping ever so slightly—
Yes. Yes. More! I—I can’t…
I bowed off the table as my climax shattered through me, splintering my consciousness into a million pieces. He kept licking me, fingers still moving. “Lance!” I rasped. Fuck, if he didn't go in now, I might run mad.
“Please…please…”
But he remained kneeling, feasting on me, that hand pinning me to the table.
I went over the edge again. And only when I was trembling, half sobbing, limp with pleasure, did Lance rise from the floor.
He looked me over, naked, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his own face and body smeared with it, and gave me a slow, satisfied male smile.
“You’re mine,” he snarled.
I could have argued, but I didn't.
I could be whatever he wants now.
Wholly naked, I watched as he unbuttoned his pants, and the considerable length of him sprang free. My mouth went dry at the sight of it. I wanted him, wanted every glorious inch of him in me, wanted to—
His mouth found mine, the kiss open and deep, a clash of tongues and teeth. And then he groaned in a way that skittered along my bones. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, spreading me as he gripped my hips, tugging them up, up before he sheathed himself deep in me with a single stroke.
OH MY GOD—
I could hardly breathe, hardly think beyond where our bodies were joined. I moaned into the kiss at every glorious inch of him, shuddering.
“Say it, I want to hear it,” he murmured.
I knew what he meant.
“I’m yours,” I breathed.
“Good.”
Lance pulled out and plunged back in, eternity exploding around me in that instant, and I thought I might break apart from too many sensations.
“Oh FUCK!” I gasped out.
Again, he pulled out, then thrust in.
He groaned.
Again—faster, deeper this time.
“Fuck,” Lance breathed. “I’ve wanted to do this from the moment you walked into that meeting all dressed up for me. And now that I get to have you, I won’t be stopping anytime soon.”
“Yes,” I breathed, about as much of the truth as I’d admit. “Yes.”
He withdrew again, lowering his head to watch his cock slide out of me, gleaming with my wetness—and then enter me anew. Again. He kissed me over and over, and both of our faces turned damp. One hand held me in place as the other rolled and stroked that bundle of nerves between my legs, and I couldn’t tell where one climax ended and the second began as he thrust in again, and again, his lips on my neck, on my ear.
I felt it then, my wolf did, his wolf or beast or whatever he’s to be called—like an unbreakable aura, like a nondimmable fire. And my wolf howled and howled and the bond flared, the mark on my neck flared and I was moaning and sobbing and wanting more.
I never felt this kind of sensation. Never.
I didn't want it to stop. “AaAAH!”
I could die from this.
Every inch of me burned and tightened, and my control slipped entirely as he whispered, “Mate.”
My wolf growled. I moaned.
Lance barked my name, thrusting his hips up. Stars wheeled in my mind as he slammed deep.
I let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream, and he found himself echoing it as all my silken, blazing heat gripped him.
“Fuck!”
My fingernails dug into his shoulders.
I tipped my head back, baring my throat, and he bit down on the center of it, hard enough to leave a mark.
Release barreled into him, and he rammed up into me in such a mighty thrust that I screamed, climaxing with him. I clamped around him, pulsing and milking, and he bucked, frenzied, reduced to this need to be in me, to spill into me, to spill as much of himself as he could.
I took all of it.
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