Page 108 of Crown Prince's Mate

And makes me crave him, even more.

I look back at him over my shoulder, staring straight into those hard flint eyes, challenging the alpha. His black mane is soaked from the shower, wild and curled, but it’s not water dripping from his forehead. It’s sweat, the Aurelian inflamed with the Mating Rage, every muscle in his body taut to the limit, his veins throbbing as his heart pounds.

“The more I beg you to stop, the more I want you to punish me,” I challenge, biting my lip, exulting in the wave of endorphins in this last moment before I push us both past the edge, the dangerous anticipation. The tension between the two of us builds, the conflict changing into something darker and deeper. “As long as you can smell the need in my scent… I want you to take me. With everything you have. As long as you can smell in my scent that my body is begging for it, then no matter how much I plead for you to stop…”

I swallow, my mouth dry, my body inflamed with need. His body is pressing me down against the bed, his huge bulk trapping me, and my skin is over-sensitive, every touch filling me with sensation.

“I want you to hurt me.”

His cock throbs against my hungry slit, but he doesn’t slam his length into me. He leans forward, his lips against my ear, his arms tightening his grip around me, pulling me against his sweaty, muscled bulk. “You’re playing as the submissive little toy now,” he growls in my ear, and my hips move in response, pressing back against his cock, grinding my wet slit against his manhood.

“You think it’s a game.” He pounds me, thrusting his cock into me with a hard, violent stroke, and that huge, thick length of his is coated with so much Aurelian pre-cum mixed with my own juices that he impales me, stretching me to the limit as I gasp in the mix of pleasure and pain. “But I know what you need, deep down. And I’m going to make you crave it.” He pulls his cock from me, until only the head remains, and I’m so empty, bracing myself for the next thrust, biting my lip and clutching desperately at the bed as he slams his dick into me again, making me gasp and moan.

I’d expected growls and snarls. For him to become like an animal as he claimed me.

His words send shivers down my spine as he teases me with his throbbing cockhead, stretching my pussy lips while denying me the pleasure of being utterly filled.

“When I’m done with you, it won’t be a game anymore. All you’ll want is to be tied up in my pleasure room. I’ll put you on a leash in front of the universe,” he growls in my ear, his voice hypnotic, beastly and in total control. “I’m not going to change you, Adriana. I’m just going to show everyone that deep down you know…” He slides his cock out, and I press back, desperate to be filled, but he makes me wait, makes me endure the long moments of aching need. “All you want is to be my bitch.” He thrusts forward, hard and brutal, and the moans coming from my lips sound like they are from someone else. I can’t control them, the slutty sounds that tinge my cheeks red with the most delicious shame…

When he slowly pulls his cock out as I go limp against the bed, totally overwhelmed by the brute. All I want is for him to fill me again, but he leaves me begging, my legs spread wide to show my sopping wet cunt. I know I stink of desperate submission, that my scent is on his nostrils, driving him wild, but he resists…

Then he grabs my thighs, hard, and presses the huge head of his dick against my asshole. A wave of panic fills me. I gasp out, because I wasn’t expecting this.

“No, no, Titus, you’re too big,” I gasp out, but to my horror, a rush of need like I’ve never felt washes over me, this shameful, desperate lust to be punished by the beast.

“You’ve been bad,” he snarls, gripping me tighter, his biceps flexing as he pulls me against his body. His nostrils flare, and he breathes in, and the wave of panic makes me struggle to get away, fighting to escape his hard, tight grasp.

No matter how much fear is in my scent, I know the awful truth.

He can smell the dark, desperate lust that’s overwhelming me. And I told him not to stop, no matter how much I begged.

This is what I craved. To put myself completely in his control, to be helpless in my need for him, to be taken beyond what I could handle.

“No, no, no,” I beg, because I can’t be wanting this. I’m not a little harem slut, so desperate to serve an alien beast I’d throw away everything to be the fucktoy of an alien. This isn’t me… I can’t be aching for Titus’ huge, thick cock up my ass.

He keeps the head of his cock pressed against my asshole, this dirty, shameful tingle of need and sensation filling me, and pauses, nestling his nose against my neck, licking my skin, breathing in deeply. A wave of shame and aching need washes over me, because I know that no matter how much I beg for him not to claim my ass, he can taste my body craving it, begging for more.

“You want this, my little whore. You want me to punish your tight little ass,” he says, his breath hot against my ear, and thrusts forward.

I clutch the bed, whimpering as his huge dick presses past my resistance and slides in, spurting pre-cum, forcing its wayin. I’m stretched to the absolute limit. I’ve never felt so full, so helpless, when, as his cock presses deeper into me, his hand slides down under my body, and he coats his huge fingers in my juices and finds my clit. I’m too sensitive, and he’s pressing too hard, but as I fight to escape his fingers overstimulating me, it just forces me up against his cock, driving it deeper and deeper inside of me. The stretching pain mixes with lightning pleasure, too intense, and I fight to get away, addicted to the feeling of absolute helplessness as my struggle only makes him harder.

“Tell me what you are,” he growls.

I bite my lip, trying not to say it, knowing if I do, I’ll make it real. My mind is swirling as I adjust to him, his cock throbbing up my ass and driving me wild.

“Say it,” he orders, forcing his cock deeper into me, making me whimper in the most exquisite mix of guilt and stretching pleasure as his fingers circle my clit faster, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, Titus, I’m so close,” I moan, and his fingers slow, making my eyes widen in frustrated lust, on the verge of release.

“Tell me you’re my bitch.” His fingers pick up speed, slowly, and I try to resist saying it, try to resist becoming his toy forever, because this doesn’t feel like a game anymore. I’m on the edge of cumming, so close I can’t handle it, and he thrusts in and out of my ass, all the pain gone as his Aurelian pre-cum soothes me, replaced by the darkest, deepest, stretching pleasure.

“Say it,” he orders, and I can’t resist.

“I’m your bitch,” I admit, and he rewards me instantly, his fingers circling faster and faster, driving himself into my ass as I scream out in ecstasy, the most intense orgasm of my life making me mindless with pleasure, a bitch in heat for the alpha.

Titus loses control, his hands sliding up and gripping me tight against his body, squeezing the breath out of me so I nearlypass out, only heightening the waves of sensation as I cum on his cock and he drives himself into me. His pants and growls mix with my whimpering moans as his cock stiffens even harder and he roars, seeding me, pumping wave after wave of Aurelian cum into my body.

He holds me like that, his huge bulk against me, his cock slowly, slowly softening inside me, but he’s still so thick and big he keeps me plugged, and I can’t summon the strength to protest. The smell of him fills my nostrils, and it makes me feel so safe, his huge arms tightly keeping me against him. His heart beats, heavy and regular, and he nuzzles his nose against my neck, planting gentle, soft kisses against me.

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