Aspen almost moaned aloud. He really needed to stop talking like that. She knew he didn’t mean any of it. She knew that he was only taunting her. But the whole taboo element totally pushed her buttons. His possessiveness, the thought of always wearing his mark, how wrong of her it would be to allow it … Shit, she was getting wetter and wetter by the second. She badly needed him to start pumping those damn fingers.
“I said no moving.” He slapped her inner thigh, and the flash of pain went straight to her pussy. Which, of course, he felt. “Hmm, you liked that, didn’t you? Let’s see what else you like.” He clawed off her bra and tossed aside the ruined scrap of lace. “Remember to stay still and quiet.”
Intent on learning what line she rode between pleasure and pain, Camden ignored the demands of his own body and concentrated on the one at his mercy. He didn’t move the fingers that were still snug in her pussy. He used his other hand to explore—dragged his blunt nails over her flesh, squeezed her throat until she wheezed, sank his fingertips into her breasts, brought his hand down hard on both her inner thighs. And fuck his girl really did like a little pain.
There were times her pussy clenched his fingers so hard it almost hurt. She was trembling with the effort not to move. Whimpering with the need to come.
He loved seeing her this way. Loved that he’d reduced her to this desperate state. Loved that she didn’t panic when he squeezed her throat and that she trusted he wouldn’t harm her. Hell, she seemed to get off more on breath play than anything else, which took him by surprise.
Roughly molding her breast, he said, “If I could reach your ass right now, I’d be playing with that, too. I need to get it ready to take my cock. One day soon, I’ll have that ass.” His cat all but demanded it.
Camden wasn’t surprised when she shook her head—female shifters tended to save anal sex for their mate. “You think I’d let you keep any part of you away from me? If he gets to fuck you there, I get to fuck you there. Only I’ll be there first.”
He pinched her nipple before she could think of objecting. She whimpered again. Fuck, the sound went straight to his cock.
Feeling far more territorial of her in that moment than he ever had, Camden released her breast, snaked his hand down, and splayed his fingers over her belly. “I want more of my come in here. I’m going to keep filling it up. I’m going to keep coming down your throat until my taste is imprinted on your brain.”
Another whimper. Hoarse and soft, it rang with so much desperation it was close to a sob. His balls actually tightened. “I like it when my baby’s so hungry for my cock.”
She licked her lips. “You use that ‘my’ word too often.”
“I have every right to use it. I’ll keep using it. As often as I want, in fact.”
“You don’t—”
Camden snatched a handful of her hair and tugged her head back. “Careful,” he growled into her ear. “It would be a mistake to argue. You’d be lying anyway. Wouldn’t you?”
The sheer authority in his voice zipped up her spine. “I only belong to me,” she said, her voice so breathy it was almost embarrassing.
He tensed, his grip tightening on her hair. “That was the wrong thing to say.” He began to slide his fingers out of her.
She slapped her hand on his to still it. “No.”
“Then listen good,” he fairly snarled. “You don’t tell me you’re not mine. A part of you will always belong to me. Fucking always. And for as long as you’re taking my cock, you’re fully mine. You know that. You feel owned right now, and it scares you, doesn’t it?”
She ground her teeth, hating how well he’d read her. “Yes,” she confessed in a low voice.
He released his death grip on her hair and soothed her scalp with a glide of his fingers. “Now you have a choice. You can sit still, watch the movie, and I’ll make you come when it’s over. Or … I can do it right here and now—that would be my preference. I like making my baby come. And that’s what you are, isn’t it?”
It was a dare for her to deny it. And she knew if she argued, he’d refuse to make her come until the hour was up. She couldn’t wait that long. She just couldn’t. Hell she could barely sit still. Could barely think. And, of course, he was well-aware of all that.
Was there really any harm in conceding that, for the time being, he had such a claim on her? Not if it would get her an orgasm. And right then, that was really all she could think of. So Aspen conceded, “Yes.”