Shane
I knew what would happen when he took her home, if he fucking waited that long. I couldn’t stand the thought of actually leaving her here tonight. Maximus wanted us to take her home when I left. He told me over and over again as if it hadn’t already crossed my mind a dozen times today. I was confident in my abilities, I knew I could take back my throne and my pack. What was stopping me from taking her back with me? I fought the urge to break shit. I didn’t want to risk her, I’d never risk her. That alone was enough reason for me to leave her here. My choice drove me insane and I wanted to devour every inch of her.
Thinking about what he would do to her when he got back to his territory had me close to running out there and challenging him. That would be the right thing to do, that’s what I’m going to do. I can’t do it now. I hated to admit it, but deep down I knew that I'd lose if I challenged him tonight. I was weak, without my pack, and just a bastard in name.
I wanted to tear him to shreds and feed him to the rogues.
He had touched what was ours, and for the umpteenth time since he’d made an appearance in our lives, and I couldn’t stand still anymore. What I could do was limited, and it didn’t help that I wasn’t at full capacity. I wanted nothing more than to see her wear my mark.
Maximus was seething and wanted blood. I also wanted blood, I haven’t been this bloodthirsty since I was a child. I haven’t wanted to bathe in someone’s blood since this asshole tried to claim what was mine. I couldn’t have her yet, but damn the Goddess, I would have her juices all over my face. I needed her, all of her, right now.
Her thighs opened for me on their own accord. I spread her lips with my index and middle finger as I dove between her legs. Her pussy glistened, and I wrapped my mouth around her needy little clit and sucked hard. I would not be gentle today; I don’t think I could, and I wasn’t going to. I needed her. My need threatened to boil over and burn the world down around us if I didn’t take her right now.
Her thighs squeezed together on both sides of my head as I sucked on her. She covered her mouth to try and muffle a scream. I held her lips open as I dropped my head and licked up her core. The slick sounds of my mouth on her wet lips were erotic. I hardened painfully and fought the urge to grind myself against the couch.
I slid my pinky finger through her wetness, and I used my free hand to push two fingers into her tight pussy. My smallest finger I pressed into her tight ass. Her hip bucked forward and she took them to the knuckles. I looked up to watch her reaction just in time as her head dropped back and her breasts pushed out for me.
“You’re a Goddess, Adea, a fucking Goddess,” I murmured.
She tried to close her thighs, clenching them tightly with the need for friction. I pulled my fingers out before shoving them into her roughly. One muffled cry after the other fell from her beautiful swollen lips with each thrust of my fingers. As I found a brutal, unforgiving rhythm, her legs fell slack, and I pushed them open wider with my nose. Both of her hands grabbed handfuls of hair and yanked as my needy little queen ground against my face. I picked up my pace and her hand dropped. Her cries filled the parlor and bounced off the walls as she chased her orgasm.
“Shane, oh, fuck, Shane,” Adea moaned.
“That’s right, that’s my name on your lips. You’re my good little slut, aren’t you, Adea?” I asked.
She dropped her chin to her chest and her lust-glazed eyes found mine. Her mouth fell slack and her tongue ran along her bottom lip. She fucked my fingers back as I fucked her pussy with them.