Page 17 of Elusive Mate

“Come here.”

Silently she padded towards him with nothing to shield her from his fervent gaze. Every atom of her being wanted to cover her nakedness, or better yet run away, but she’d already tried that. It hadn’t worked. He’d found her anyway. She would not give him the satisfaction of trying to get away again—at least not tonight.

He stood up, coming around the desk. Taking her by the hand, he led her back behind it and sat down again. “Sit here and put your feet on the arms of my chair. I want to look at you.”

“Look at me?” she squeaked, blushing scarlet. Zenya could see that sitting like that, he wouldn’t be just looking at her, he’d be examining her, staring at his property. He would have a close-up view of her most intimate areas.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“No, Lucian.” She lifted herself onto the desk, positioning her feet exactly how he had instructed, and was rewarded with a wide smile.

“You can be a very good mate when you try, can’t you?” he purred.

Leaning forward, he parted her thighs wider. His face was almost completely between her legs as his fingers trailed down her, nudging her legs even wider. Zenya bit back a groan and his head snapped up. Their eyes locked.

“What a naughty mate. You’re getting turned on. I wonder, is it my calling you a ‘good mate,’ or my spreading you wide?”

“Neither,” she snarled, although she wasn’t sure whether that was still true.

“Liar,” he chuckled. His fingers dipped into her, testing her tightness for a second. “You are soaking my fingers already.” Lifting his fingers to her face, he swiped them against her lips. “Taste how wet you are for me, Zenya.”

He didn’t wait for her to answer or even open her mouth. He forced them in, swirling them inside her mouth until she could no longer taste herself.

“Suck me clean. Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do.” Again and again, he thrust his fingers between her lips. “Such a good mate.”

Just as quickly as he had started, he withdrew his fingers, and her mouth was left empty. The hand that had pressed his fingers into her mouth pressed against the opening to her core. He splayed her labia and pushed his fingers inside, making her gasp. She cried out and fell backward, her long strawberry blonde hair falling onto the desk in disarray.

Zenya was enjoying this; enjoying him. It felt good, and she hated herself for the pleasure she was feeling. She shouldn’t be feeling this way; Lucian was a monster—a man who cared for nothing but himself.

“You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen, Zenya, and I have seen more than my fair share, but none compares to yours—all pink and glistening—weeping your need onto my hand. I can’t wait to take what is mine completely. I want to ravage you and this pussy. I will use you hard and teach you to crave my touch—be it gentle or rough.” His hand moved faster. “And you want me too, don’t you?”

Zenya bit her lip. She wouldn’t answer; she couldn’t. Her brain flatly refused to make the words to deny his claim. She needed to speak. All she could think about was the warmth that was spreading through every fiber of her being, building up a wildfire that threatened to overwhelm her completely.

It had never been like this when she had touched herself, and no one had ever dared to touch her—nor would she let them for fear of what Lucian would do. She’d made herself come a million times. She’d learned long ago to handle herself. But it had never been like this. The growing feeling was almost painful in its intensity.

Her back arched even more, her legs clamping around his hand as she simultaneously tried to move away from him but at the same time keep him close.

“No,” she hissed. She scrambled to find some leverage to push him away. She needed him to stop so she could catch her breath because she couldn’t breathe. She was burning up inside—every muscle was on fire it was so intense. “No more, please.”

He answered her with a chuckle. Forcing her hands away, he gave the inside of her thigh a stinging slap. “You do not push my hands away. I touch you whenever, wherever, and however I choose.”

Throwing her head back, Zenya screamed. Pleasure rocked her backwards and it was only his hands that kept her from falling off the desk completely.

Lucian rode out the spasms in her body, keeping his fingers buried deep inside her until she flopped back, totally spent.

“Lovely,” Lucian crooned. “What a good girl to come for your mate.” Lifting himself from his chair, he bent over her. “Your pussy gripped my fingers so tightly. Like a glove I want to…”

Zenya stiffened, coming back to herself in a rush as she felt him press against her wet opening. He pressed himself forward an inch as a groan fell from his mouth.

“You’re so tight, my beautiful mate. It feels like your pussy is strangling my cock. I have never known such pleasure.”

His lust-filled eyes met hers as he smiled ferally.Lucian slammed himself forward, filling her completely and shattering the delicate membrane that had marked her as a virgin, filling her completely with one long, hard stroke.

Zenya cried out in pain this time, tears burning her eyes that she tried to blink away. It hurt.

It hurt more than she had expected it to. He was too big. She felt too stretched, too full. It was as if she was being torn apart. Pleasure was a distant memory; all that was left was this stinging pain.

He drew back, and she felt every inch of his length as it left her body just like she had felt every inch of it going in.Only when he’d thrust in, it had been hard and brutal. This was slow and agonizing, and very arousing.

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