ROTTEN LOVE - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

I tilt my chin up and give him the same intensity. My lips hover over his. I move my hand against him harder. He groans. There's a fire in my eyes.
"Is this what you like?" I say onto his lips, moving my hand up and down.
He leans into me and shutters. "Yes."
His words are a plea for mercy. I smile at the lowdown. He has no idea what's coming. I slide my hand inside his shorts, instantly making contact. He has no briefs.
He grunts as I grab his shaft. I squeeze, move up, and then down ever so slowly. I close the distance of our lips and press them together.
He deepens the kiss. Something in me warms. His breath is that of mint, refreshing but not emasculating his natural taste. Realizing that I am responding to him and his tongue strokes, I break away.
I look in between us where my hands work and pick up the speed. A curse comes from his mouth, and I get satisfaction on the inside.
"I've been bad, alpha." My hand stalls, squeezes him, and resumes stroking his length at a new pace.
He breathes into my neck. "Yes."
His breath sets my skin on fire. He sucks on my flesh. I let my head fall to the side. My body moves on its own accord. I grind against him as he taunts the area between my neck and collarbone. His teeth tease the spot until a sting is felt.
My head turns to see, but the pain subsides and I'm molten lava. As he sucks and licks the spot, I feel all of him. It feels so good. I squirm more against him.
"Look at you move against me, baby." He teases. Our eyes don't leave each other. Not even as we shift.
He sustains me up with one arm. His hand brands my ass. He deliciously says, "you deserve to be punished." His other hand drags to my chest, cupping my breast. I arch into him. My hands stop at his touch.
"Did I say to stop, witch?" he orders.
He reminds me of the true objective. He wants real. Well, he's about to get real blue balls.
I resume my stroking. His shoulders loosen. A smug expression on his face. "Oughta girl. Now, how will you learn today?"
But, I know how. I know what he wants.
I move closer to him and whisper in his ear. "I'm quite famished alpha." I dangle the idea, kissing sweetly under his ear.
The muscles on his shoulders contract. He releases me. My feet meet the floor. Zain's chest stills. His whole body hardens. Not a breath is out of place. He gapes at me.
I smile as I lower myself down. Our eyes are magnets to each other. As my hands travel to his shorts, he slightly shivers. But he does not protest as I bring them down.
Being so close, I get a better look. I knew he was big. I felt it. But seeing him...massive is a better word. My mouth waters.
This all might be to piss him off but the prospect is intriguing. He has not moved nor said a word. He just stares.
Before my teeth bite my bottom lip, he stops me, placing his large hand on my neck. I look up through my eyelashes.
He takes a deep breath. His eyes travel every inch of my face. There is something in them I can't pinpoint. He has changed somehow.
He asks, "you're liking this?" His voice was calmer, gentler. I move my head back.
Do I like this? That's not the response I was expecting.
Suck it hard. Yes. More. These are the responses I expected. But he is questioning my likes?
Like what? Sucking him? Because I'm not sure yet. I haven't tried.
Is he asking if I like pleasing him? I mean, I'm not going to let him finish but he does not know it yet. Although, I am getting more gratification from observing his strain than I thought. It is captivating.
I break eye contact and grab his shaft again. My hands resume moving. I don't answer his question but my movements are steady. His jaw clenched, and the precum surrounds his tip.
The warm substance coats my hand. I wonder what he will taste like. If it's like everything in his body, will this be perfection too?
I lick my lips. It dawns on me. I do like this. All of this. I like fighting with him. I like his lips. I like his responses to me. But I won't tell him. I'm stubborn and, most importantly, resentful.
I recall he called me a witch with such disdain. But as I move my fingertip around the substance, I struggle to care. He observes me.
He no longer needs an answer either. He takes me in with his substance on my hands and he understands. He knows what I was thinking, and what I admit to myself. I swallow as his eyes change a midnight shade.
His face appears softer but there is a determination in it. His voice echoes softly in the room. "Open up. It's yours, baby."
Not witch. But baby.
Like compulsion, I do. I open my mouth and crown his tip, sucking the remnants of his precum before making my way down. He groans loudly. The walls vibrate.
He is too big, so I use my hand to help. He does not move against me. He lets me decide the pace, throwing me off.
Then, a big hand comes to my hair and caresses it gently. The sensation comforting despite the act I am performing. I found myself bobbing my head more. I wanted to hear more from this man.
He groans harder. I feel him fight the urge to fist my hair. His hand lays on my head. He is controlled and gentle. And I hate it.
He is a stupid wolf who wanted a docile witch. I remind myself.
I abruptly remove my hand and elevate myself more on my knees, crowning all of him, down to the very base. He curses and grips my hair hard. "Fuck, baby, you're such a good girl."
I pull my head back because I need some air. That almost pierced my throat, yet I had to go in a second time. So, I encircle him again.
He could not resist. He leads me down with his hand. I gasp at the intensity as his shaft practically chokes me. "You were made for me..."
His words encourage me. I pull him out, then he shoves himself in. I whimper. We do it again. I clench my thighs shut. There is a need for friction.
Suddenly, he pulls me out. I whimper like a baby whose food got taken away. He chuckles and the laugh runs an invisible hand down my spine. "That's not where I am going to cum in you for the first time."
I am not ready. I am but I am not. I don't want to cross that line with him—yet. It was all for fun.
He is a wolf. I am a disgusting witch to him.
I replay those words over and over in my head. I don't let myself forget. With a fit of new anger and panic about what it would mean to sleep with him, I suck his tip.
He curses and attempts to stop me. I place my hands on his thighs. They glow as I extract energy then dim when the spell its put in place.
He groans as he is unable to move. I bob faster. He struggles. "What a dirty trick."
I keep moving.
"Fine, take it. Take it all. There will be more." he threatened.
His peak is near. His head drops back. When I begin to feel the pressure, when I know he is about to go over the moon and back, I stop.
It was harder than I thought. I pant. He pants. His expression is pained. I wipe the drool from my face.
It takes me a minute, but I compose myself. I stand. I square my shoulders. He understands what I am doing. I will not finish him and he will not be in me.
He growls. I smile sinisterly. "Next time you threaten me, wolf, remember this moment. A witch had you begging for more. Do not get it wrong. We need this alliance, but there is a reason you want it too. So, I suggest to play nice with your words next time."
I move to the door. He curses with the inability to move. I go back to him, get on my toes, and give him a taunting peck on the lips. "Have fun jerking off to me," I say, before leaving.
I hear my name being called out and a smirk grazes my lips. Part of me, a lot of parts of me, wanted to continue but this is nice too.
He won't stay in that position for long. The magic will wear off in a few minutes. I close my room door and spell it. No one is getting in without my consent.
I went to bed, removed my clothes, and found myself sleepy, a satisfied grin on my face.
I wake up at 10 AM. It's later than usual. Despite everything bad that happened, there's a pep in my step.
I go to the bathroom and peek in the mirror. I notice the two bandages on my arms. I unwrap them, wincing slightly.
The inflammation is gone. However, the clear handprints remain. I examine my face next. There is no bruising from her slap. I hurt, but she went easy on me.
Distracted by the injuries from yesterday at first, I zero on my neck and notice a deep bite mark. Not fang marks but a dog's bite.