When He's Dark (The Olympus Pride 1)

He’d had plans of his own last night. More specifically, he’d planned to claim her ass. Maybe it was knowing she’d interacted with her predestined mate a few days back—a mate who happened to be lurking close by—but Alex’s instincts had been hounding him to secure his claim on her; to do whatever he could to make the imprint bond fully form.

“All right,” he said. “We’ll proceed with your plan. But I want to add a little something to it.”

Her brows lifted. “Oh? I’m intrigued.”

“I want you to wear something for me.”

“Hmm, and what might that be?”

Need pounding through his blood, Alex snapped open the buttons of his fly and shoved down his jeans. His cock sprang out, full and hard, and slapped the perfect little ass in front of him.

Bent over the arm of the sofa, Bree glanced at him over her shoulder. “Why am I waiting?” she snarked. Well, if she’d kept him dangling on the edge of an orgasm for God knew how long, he’d be just as prickly.

Alex inched the thick head of his cock into her pussy. “You want to be fucked now?”

Her upper lip peeled back. “Alex, I swear, if you don’t quit teasing me and just—”

He slammed home, groaning as all that tight, wet heat clamped down on him. “Mine,” he said silkily. “Always mine.” Gripping her hips to pin her in place, he fucked her hard. Each thrust was savage. Unrelenting. Possessive. Her blazing hot pussy clenched him tight, sucking him back in again and again. The mouth-watering scent of her need laced the air; he greedily breathed it in, almost able to taste it.

What made everything so much hotter was the butt plug in her ass. He’d asked her to wear it throughout the movie, intending to wait until afterwards before he fucked her. But he hadn’t been able to hold out—he and his beast had been too worked up by the idea that they’d soon mark that last part of her.

First, Alex needed to make her come, which was something she was already close to doing. He kept on slamming deep into her pussy, helpless against the driving urge to slake the carnal, primitive need that taunted them both. He knew he was being too rough, but it was hard to think past how fiercely his body demanded hers.

“Such a greedy pussy. That’s good. I like feeding it my cock.”

Bree moaned as his dick sliced through her again and again, rough and ruthless. She was wound tight after his torturous foreplay. Her skin felt raw and supersensitive. Her nipples were painfully taut; they rubbed against the black leather cushion with every hard thrust—the searing friction felt so fucking good. Even better, each move tugged at her piercings, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her clit.

She would have lifted her hips to meet each punch of his cock if she could have moved. His strong hands held her still as he used and took and fucked her. And she loved it.

“I want you to come for me, Bree.” He parted her slick folds, found her clit, and worked it hard.

And then it happened. White-hot pleasure tore through her in a rush. Her body shook and arched as she screamed. She was distantly aware of him withdrawing the butt plug and replacing it with the thick head of his cock.

Even as she continued to ride out her orgasm, she followed his directive to push out as he pushed into her ass. He moved slow and smooth, as if he wanted her to feel every inch of him going in. And then, finally, he bottomed out with a soft groan.

Panting, Bree blinked hard. She’d never been more aware of how long and thick he was. She felt so damn full. Maybe too full. But she wanted to give it a try; wanted him to claim every part of her—it was as essential to her and her cat as it was to him and his beast.

Alex smoothed his hands up and down her back and flexed his hips. “You okay?” he asked, his cock throbbing. She was so fucking tight and hot. Just the sight of his dick buried in her ass was enough to make his balls tighten. What amplified his need was the simple, satisfying knowledge that no one else had ever had this part of her. Only him. And no one else would ever have it afterwards, because she was all fucking his.

“I’m good,” she replied.

He pulled his hips back, grinding his teeth as her tight muscles clenched around him. Then he slowly sank deep into her ass again. He kept his thrusts soft, slow, and smooth. All the while, he monitored her through their partial bond, making sure she wasn’t in pain.

“Faster,” she moaned, her voice vibrating with the same sexual frustration pricking at him through their bond.