Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes…”
I am becoming practically incoherent as hot shame flashes through me, giving me the kind of pleasure that works both for my human mind and my animal side. I am being held in place, big hands on mine, big cock in my ass as Rafe fucks me to my climax, and his own.
“Fuck. Yes,” he grunts as he goes harder, slamming his hips against my ass, his balls slapping against my pussy with these harder strokes. “You’re all fucking mine, aren’t you. This hot little ass and everything attached to it belongs to me.”
He is possessive and he is absolutely dominant, and I can feel the bond between us being made even more solid. I know I am connected to him now. I can’t pretend I don’t belong to him.
“I’m going to fill you up,” he growls, his voice thick with lust.
He fastens his teeth on the back of my neck and I feel his cock swell inside my ass, a knot forming inside the tight ring of muscle in my rear. We are connected now. Escape is impossible as he comes inside me, pulling me up from the table so he can pinch and rub my clit and push his fingers in my ravaged pussy, forcing me to come with him, demanding an orgasm from my aching sex as he shoots his seed deep into me.
We are locked together, two sweaty, trembling, animal bodies trapped at the peak of climax for several long minutes until finally his knot begins to recede and his cock is able to leave my well-fucked ass. There is a hot stream of cum in the aftermath of his withdrawal, and I feel it trickle down my leg as he turns me around, cups my face in his hands, and kisses me deeply.
“Mine,” he says, his tone sweet and loving. “Don’t forget that, Darcy. You belong to me now. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand.”
“What do you understand?”
“That I’m yours,” I repeat.
“That’s right. How does your little ass feel?”
“Okay,” I say, suddenly shy. There’s something about sex after you have it. During, it feels like it’s the only thing in the world you should be doing, but afterward, I find myself wondering what the hell I just let him do to me.
He fucked my ass. I’ve taken the cocks of these men in both my holes now. I’ve acted like a slut, given myself to them because of some animal instinct that none of us get a choice in.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” he says, taking me by the hand.
We shower, and he dresses. I don’t really have anything to put on besides the clothes I left on the kitchen floor. When I get back down there, clad only in a towel, I find them once more neatly folded. I think about the butler, and how many times he has found my garments strewn about the place, abandoned in some fit of rebellion or sexual frenzy.
Just as I get my D2G leathers on, Einar walks in.
“Good.” he says. “You’re up.”
He has no idea how up I am.
“Yeah,” I say. Again, that sense of shyness is coming over me. It’s hard to meet a guy’s eye when he’s pinned me down and ravaged me into sexual submission. I feel my pussy tingle as I look at him, avoiding his gaze.
“Hey,” Rafe says, following him in. I don’t know if we’re going to tell the others that we’ve had sex. Feels like they should also know, but also feels weird to announce it. I know I won’t be saying anything.
He flickers a wink at me. “Are you off to work?”
“She’s not,” Einar says. “She’s going back to school.”
“Say ‘yes, Daddy.’ He likes that,” Rafe grins.
I blush furiously at the idea of calling Einar Daddy. Rafe and Kirin do it in a teasing way, but I don’t think I could pull that off.
“That’s enough out of you,” Einar says. “Darcy, you’re going to school, and you’ll take whatever discipline they decide to give you for going missing.”
“I will not.”
“Yes, you will, or I’ll whip your disobedient ass now, and take you back myself.”
“Fine. Do that.”
Einar makes a move toward me. I gasp, squeal, and dodge away from him. It’s hard to be brave when you actually know what an ass whipping feels like.
“I’m not playing with you,” Einar says, all gruff and alpha. “You need to go back to the academy and act like you normally would—which, given your behavior, means acting like a disobedient, disrespectful little whelp.”
“I have work to do! I told you.”
“Little girl, you are not going to become a professional delivery driver. I forbid it.”
“You’re not my dad, even if they call you Daddy. You can’t tell me what to do.”
That’s what gets me turned over his knee, pants pulled down, flesh exposed as his palm beats a tattoo on my exposed ass. It all happens so quickly I don’t even get a chance to try to run away. He’s fast when he wants to be, and he knows how to throw a girl over his lap.