Chapter 31

Almara

I stared up at Arthur from my place on the bed. My heart had set an impossible pace in my fear. I was trying not to hyperventilate.

Pay attention, Almara. Breathe in his scent. Look above his head. You don’t need to be afraid, Lily said, breaking through what would have been a panic attack. I breathed in deeply through my nose and Arthur’s arousal was potent. I glanced above his head and everything was a deep pink.

I suddenly realized that whatever punishment he had planned was meant to be pleasure, not pain. It sparked my own lust and I watched him in anticipation.

“That’s my good girl,” Arthur growled as he started to shuck off his clothes. The possessiveness in his voice caused my inner walls to clench. I let my eyes rove over his muscular chest, lingering on the patch of hair that trailed into his pants.

Arthur caught me staring. “If you want it, you’ll have to beg for it.” He crawled toward me, forcing my legs apart as he pressed his body over mine. I could feel his hard length through our clothes and my hips lifted of their own accord.

“I don’t think so, little wolf. You’re being punished, remember? Don’t move.” The command was laced with an alpha’s power and there was nothing I could do against it.

Arthur trailed kisses down my jaw and neck. Little bolts of electricity followed in their wake. I gasped, wanting to put my hands into his hair, but his command wouldn’t let me.

He grew claws and lightly grazed my ribs before ripping my shirt open, exposing the lacy bra underneath. That didn’t last long either. Both of my breasts were bared before I could take my next breath.

Arthur growled in approval, lowering his head to take one of my nipples in his mouth. It immediately hardened beneath his tongue. I cried out, partly from the feelings of pleasure and partly from the frustration of not being able to move with him.

He gently nipped the pebbled bud. “Arthur, please!” I whined, my body rigid from trying to break through his power.

“Please what?”

I made an exasperated noise deep in my throat. “Please. I…I want to touch you.”

Arthur chuckled, moving over to my other breast. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want out of this punishment, little wolf.”

Tears of frustration sprang to my eyes. “I’m sorry!” I gasped out as he doubled down on his menstrations.

“What are you sorry for?” Arthur asked in between kisses as he moved down my stomach. He licked and nipped all the way down to my jeans. His tongue dipped below my waistband and it took everything in me not to scream.

“I’m sorry for leaving today!”

Arthur stared up at me with dark eyes. “Tell me who you belong to.” I watched him tear my jeans away as if they were paper. All that lay between me and his mouth was my thin panties.

“You,” I breathed out and his eyes darkened even more.

Arthur lowered his head and breathed hot air across the center of me. “You can move now.”

I let out a sigh of relief and my hands instantly went into his hair. My panties fell away and his mouth descended on me like I was water and he’d been in the desert for years. I didn’t last very long. My orgasm hit me within seconds.

“That was fast, but I’m not done with you yet,” Arthur growled and dipped his tongue inside me. I met each thrust of his tongue with a thrust of my hips. My hands tightened in his hair to the point where I was sure I was hurting him, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Arthur’s hands were at my waist, drawing maddening circles with his thumbs. The pressure was building and I screamed his name as I came. Arthur lapped at my clit, drawing out every bit of pleasure that he could.

By the end of it, I was shaking and boneless. But Arthur still wasn’t done with me. Before I knew what was happening, he had slipped a finger inside. He crooked his finger, hitting that perfect spot.

“Arthur, I can’t…” my voice trailed off as he slipped another finger in.

“I think you can,” he said before claiming my lips with his. I rode his fingers as he ate every sound I was making. He dug the palm of his hand into the top of my mound and the feeling was mind shattering.

I came on a sob. It wasn’t that I hated what Arthur was doing, it was that I had never experienced this much pleasure before. Robert had only cared about himself and had never bothered getting me off. I usually did it with a toy or my own hand, but those did not compare to this.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Arthur asked, looking at me with concern. I peered at him through half-lidded eyes and nodded, not trusting my voice.

“Good because now it’s my turn. Are you ready for me?”

Before I could respond, he was already taking off his pants and lining himself up at my entrance. I took his face in my hands and rose up to kiss him in answer. Arthur groaned into my mouth.

I reached down and gripped him, using my own juices to coat the head before guiding it inside. Arthur went slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size as he pushed his way in.

I moaned at the feeling of being filled. Arthur paused as he sheathed himself completely. I made a noise of protest and moved my hips, throwing my head back as I took what I wanted.

Arthur snarled, letting himself lose control as he pumped in and out. I gripped his shoulders as I matched his rhythm. He buried his face into the spot where my neck met my shoulder. His teeth grazed the sensitive area and he nipped the skin.

“You’re mine, Almara,” was the only warning I got before he bit down hard. A howl broke free from my throat as Arthur’s fangs pierced the skin. He had marked me. I was officially his.

At that thought, my orgasm blindsided me. My walls clenched around him and he swore as he came over the edge with me.

As we came down, Arthur slid off of me and gathered me into his arms. I held onto him as if he was the only thing keeping me afloat.

“What did you do?” I whispered, touching the spot where I could feel the indentations of his teeth.

“What I had to do. Nothing will take you away from me, Almara. Nothing. You’re mine,” he growled in answer and I shivered.

“But Sofia -”

“Shhh. I don’t want to talk about that right now. Get a few moments of rest. I’m still not done with you, yet.”

My eyes widened. How could we possibly do any more? But the thought of a second round already had me dripping again.

Still, there was a thought that was niggling in the back of my mind saying that none of this was real, no matter how right it felt.