Page 70 of Christmas With The Kings
My body reacted to his words instantly, and I moved, humping his leg as he leaned down and sucked on the fresh cut he’d placed.
When he pulled back, he grinned. “Fuck your blood is life.”
A bit of red tainted his lips. That was all it took for me. My hips thrust up one last time, and I came. Waves of pleasure buzzed through my entire body as I fell apart and screamed into the night.
Ivan
My girl always made the prettiest noises when she came, and the little gasps as she choked out my name only singed another part of my soul. She shivered against my thigh, chasing the last bit of her orgasm. Something about the desperation in the move made me fucking unhinged and feral.
Jesus, she was beautiful—wild, and frantic. A part of me was torn. I wanted to kiss her and make it all better, and then another part of me wanted to split her open in this field. Fuck her until she screamed so hard she lost her voice.
Her body convulsed once more, and heat from her core seeped through my pants. Every one of my muscles was coiled tight. Her breath came in sharp bursts that fogged the cold night air.
For a moment, I didn’t move. Just watched. The fight in her had been pure instinct. Beautiful, stubborn instinct. And while most of that was gone, a part of her still radiated defiance.
She drove me mad in the best and worst ways. She shivered as I ran my fingers up her inner thigh. Unwilling to fight the need to taste her any longer, my mouth crashed down on hers. I swallowed every last whimper and sound as my fingers danced over her soaked, panty covered pussy.
“I bet your so fucking wet,” I growled, ripping them to the side.
A loud groan erupted from my throat as I thrust a finger into her tight heat. My girl was dripping, sensitive to touch, and her eyes rolled back.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, Sir,” she cried out. “Thehunter, my beast.”
“And is that what you wanted tonight? The beast, in full control?” I slipped another finger easily into her, relishing the sounds her pussy was making. “Are you going to let me do anything I want to you? Think twice before you answer.”
“Yes, god, yes. Anything, just fuck me, Blade. I need your cock.”
I chuckled. “Very well. Remember you said that.” I dug around in the backpack and pulled out the double-sided paddle. “I’ll be your beast,” I whispered. “But remember the beast is never easy.”
Her voice came out choked—a whisper, really. “I can take it. I’ll make you so proud of me. Be the beast…myfucking Santa beast,” she murmured.
A chill went through me, and it had nothing to do with the December night air. It had everything to do with the trust she was placing in me. I slammed another finger inside her sopping cunt and fucked her. Just as she was about to go over, I pulled them out.
She cried, sobbing in frustration. Quick as a flash, I flipped her over, catching a startled squeak that escaped her lips as her body immediately moved to all fours. Her breath hitched as she looked at me over her shoulder.
“Perfect form,” I said, one hand splayed possessively across her back. “Are you my pretty little bitch in heat.”
“Fuck.” She practically choked the word out. “Yes, Sir,” she hastily added.
“Good, because I’m going to breed you like one tonight.”
The second the words were out of my mouth, she shivered. Then came a sound. Low and trembling, a delicious moan slipped from her lips. That soft, aching release curled through the air and wrapped around me, a delicate thread of need and submission so potent it nearly knocked the breath from my chest.
She was perfect. On her hands and knees for me, already spiraling, and she had no idea what I had planned. Just the promise of what was coming had her this open, this ready. My hand hovered, and I took a breath, grounding myself and creating core memories to live off of.
I brought the paddle down against her ass. She cried out as I brought it down again on the other cheek. I reached under her and pulled on the chain between her clamps. She squirmed.
“Stop,” I barked.
The ring on my finger glinted in the moonlight. I smirked as I sent a jolt through the toy.
“Fuck, God, no. No more toy, please. I need your cock,” she wailed as I brought the paddle back down.
“God’s not here, little love, but I am. And you’ll get my cock, don’t worry about that. But only when.”Smack.“I.”Smack.“Say.”Smack.“So.”Smack.
She cried out between each strategically placed blow, and each one was followed up with a beautiful moan.
