Page 30 of Their Shared Mate
He slapped her pussy. “Answer the question.”
The orgasm fizzled and she let out an exasperated cry. “I was almost there.”
“You haven’t earned your pleasure yet,” he growled and unleashed a flurry of stinging swats on her bottom. “I asked you a question.”
“I don’t remember what it was,” she cried. Her pussy ached so bad she nearly put her hand between her thighs and took care of it herself.
“When did you learn the truth?” Victor reminded her.
“I had concerns, but nothing was confirmed until the story broke nationwide.”
Raphael paused, both hands on her hips. “And when did Joel learn the truth?”
She tensed, torn between her need to come and her lifelong habit of defending her brother. “He knew before I did,” she admitted.
Raphael slid one of his hands under her and found her clit with his fingertips. “And did he warn you?”
She moaned, rocking against his fingers, desperate for release.
He pulled away.
“No,” she said miserably. “He didn’t warn me, didn’t admit what he knew until it was much too late.”
His fingers returned, but he brought her to the edge and then stopped again. “My fingers can make you feel good, but my cock will make you feel better.”
She shook her head and stubbornly twisted her hips. She wasn’t ready for the final surrender, knew the battle would be all but won once she gave in. “I can’t,” she murmured. “I’m not ready for that.”
He knelt behind her and parted her stinging cheeks, making her pussy more accessible. “Would you like to come, stubborn little mate?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, fisting the bedding.
He dragged his tongue from her clit to her core then back to her clit. “You’re so wet.” He licked her again, lingering over her clit until she wiggled and moaned. “Why have you grown so wet if you don’t want my cock?”
“I can’t help it,” she insisted, lifting her hips and rubbing her pussy against his face.
He chuckled then fastened his lips around her clit and sucked ruthlessly.
She cried out and rolled to the balls of her feet. Pressure built inside her, winding tighter and tighter until—he let go. “Stop doing that!”
He shot to his feet and spanked each ass cheek, then brought his hand up between her thighs. “Ask for my cock. We both know you want it.”
“I don’t,” she yelled.
He slapped her pussy again, keeping the sensations simmering just out of reach. “You will speak only truth.” His fingers settled over her clit, caressing with persistent skill. “Stop lying to yourself. Do you want my cock deep inside you?”
Her inner muscles clenched so hard she whimpered and buried her face in the bedding. She’d feared this would happen when she agreed to have dinner with them. Courting always involved sex, and she was tired of ignoring her body’s long neglected needs.
“Please.” The word was muffled by the bedding.
“Please what?” He parted her folds, focusing her attention on her aching core. “Tell me what you need.”
“Your cock,” she whispered without lifting her head. “I want you to fuck me.”
He flipped her over and draped her legs over his forearms. She had no idea when he’d opened his pants, but his cock pressed against her entrance. “Who am I?” His gaze bore into hers, demanding an honest answer. “Who is about to fuck you?”
“Raphael,” she evaded.
“Who am I to you?”
