Bitter Vows (Crimson Falls 1)

Her plump lips slide down the shaft as she swallows me deeper into her heat, the tightness of her throat pulsing around the tip, and her gag reflex takes hold. A cough and splutter from her lips only wets my dick with her saliva, making the in-and-out slide easier.

With one hand, I grip her long, red tresses in my fist and control her movements, making sure to hit the back of her throat each time. And every time I do, she chokes on my cock.

“Breathe through your nose, little red,” I tell her through gritted teeth as I slide out and thrust back in. The shimmering tears from her lashes sparkle in the dim light, making her look like a beautiful toy only made for my amusement and pleasure.

I’m sure her knees are protesting against the hard ground, but she doesn’t fight it, she doesn’t squirm. Without order, she binds her hands behind her back and allows me all the control I need to fuck her mouth like I would her pretty cunt.

The image of her bound in Shibari rope sparks in my mind, dancing like a movie scene, and my cock throbs at the picture. Using my hold on her, I pull her head back, then force it forward until I feel her throat constrict around my shaft, spit drips down her chin onto the elegant dress she wore tonight.

It’s ruined.

And I know the moment I find my release, she’ll be ruined too.

28

Scarlett

Watching Lycan in control is like watching a king rule over his kingdom. I can’t help but be in awe of just how much he possesses me when we’re like this. If it’s not his hands making me feel like I have to please him, making me wet and needy, it’s his cock.

He thrusts into my mouth, making me gag. He smiles when the saliva soaks my dress. His thickness makes my jaw ache, but seeing the pleasure written on his face only seems to have an effect on me I never thought possible.

I’m turned on.

I’m pleased that I’m giving him pleasure.

Perhaps, underneath it all, I am submissive.

He uses me like I’m nothing more than a rag doll. His cock thickens, choking me as he pumps once, twice, and on the third and final thrust, his warm seed spills over my tongue, and I quickly swallow his flavor. And I find even though I want to hate it, hate him, I don’t. The salty sweetness of his release is enjoyable.

Lycan slowly pulls from my mouth, and I watch, still on my knees, how he guides his cock into his pants and zips himself up. He silently helps me to my feet and brushes off my dress before straightening and meeting my gaze.

I don’t have time to speak because his mouth crashes against mine, his tongue stealing itself inside my mouth as he devours me, and I’m certain tasting himself on my tongue. The kiss is breathtaking, possessive, and I find my hands twining around his neck as I pull him closer.

And to say my panties are now soaked would be a gross understatement. He’s done something to me, broken through the walls, shattered the glass cage I’d built around me, and now amongst the shards, he’s stolen me from the forest and captured more than just my body. He’s taken my mind.

But he can’t have my heart, I remind myself.

By the time we land in New York, I’m exhausted. I’m not sure what time it is, but I do know it’s early morning because the sun hasn’t risen yet. In the dark, we make our way to the waiting town car. Lycan slips into the back seat with me and orders the driver to take us to Hawthorne.

Lycan’s hand is on my thigh, the confidence and demanding way he holds onto me confirms I’m his now. What we did in the woods still lingers in my mind, and it’s as if his taste is now forever on my tongue. I’ve never found pleasure in doing that with a guy, not even the boys I dated before my life changed forever. But with Lycan, I felt like a queen, even though I was on my knees.

Lycan squeezes my thigh, causing me to turn my attention toward him. His gaze holds mine hostage with promises I can’t fathom. I asked him to show me his world, and I have a feeling I’m about to walk into the wolf’s den.

But I’m not afraid.

Not anymore.

I thought I would be. I figured the moment I’m alone with him, I would want to run and hide, but he makes me feel strong. It’s strange, as if his strength and confidence courses through me as well.

“Stop thinking so much,” Lycan tells me with a grin. “I can hear that pretty mind racing beside me.” The amusement in his tone makes me blush. I don’t want to feel child-like next to him, but there are times my inexperience shines like a beacon in the night.