she hoped he didn’t interpret it as another stolen orgasm. How the hell had he known she’d come earlier?
On
the heels of that thought came the realization that if
this was what he meant as punishment for that transgression, she’d make herself
come again in a heartbeat. Nothing had ever excited her this much, and she
wanted more.
“ Are you through asking me ridiculous questions?”
He
released her, and then he placed a pillow against the headboard and moved her
so she was sitting with her back to it. He knelt in front of her, holding her
head with his hands once again. “Now open your mouth, or next time I’ll give
you double the swats, and I won’t go easy on you.”
She
should be angry. She should feel violated and used, but she felt none of those
things. She was so turned-on it was ridiculous. Where the hell had this come
from? She wanted him to take her, rough and hard.
Callie
opened her mouth, and he slid most of his dick into it. She relaxed her throat
muscles and wrapped her lips around his shaft.
“ That’s it, baby. That feels so fucking good. I knew
it would. I won’t hurt you. Just relax.”
He
was true to his word. She had no idea how he’d done it, but the more he pushed
inside her mouth, the less she was afraid she’d gag. And once she realized she
wasn’t going to, she enjoyed it. He tasted salty and musky, but it wasn’t
unpleasant. His scent was all mixed up with the sandalwood and vanilla smell
from the oil, and the combination proved to be an aphrodisiac.
The
harder he fucked her mouth, the more she wanted him to do it. His moans turned
into grunts and loud groans as he increased his speed. “Callie … oh, Callie …
that mouth … it’s incredible. I’m close to coming, baby. I’m almost there…”
She
braced herself for the taste of cum, but once he started he pulled out, let go
of her head, and splashed it all over her breasts. She moaned because no one
had ever done that, and she found it so damn sexy she nearly came again.
“ I’ve marked you, Callie. Now you are truly mine.
They can’t take you away from me.”
She
had no idea what that meant or why he’d said it, but it certainly seemed to
fire him up. No sooner did he finish than he pulled her into his arms and
kissed her again, tongue and all. He brushed his hands up and down her legs,
her hips, and over her ass cheeks, giving each one a couple of half-hearted
smacks again.
“ Your ass was made for spanking. I might do it again
later just for fun.”
“ I liked it.” She wanted to clamp a hand over her
mouth as soon as the words were out.
He
gazed at her with doubt in his eyes. “Do not mock me. Not now. Not after what
we’ve shared.”
She
took his hands. His body was so warm. Much warmer than she
thought it should be, even now. Was that part of his different DNA make
up? “I’m not mocking you. I really did like it. It stung, but it also aroused
me.”
“ I’m glad you did, but now I’ll have to find some
other way to punish you.”
His
expression turned almost tender, and it tugged at her heart. What would this
experience be like if he were a human man she’d met, and the invasion had never
happened? Nostalgia washed over her, bringing with it the memory of him telling
her that her parents and sisters were dead. She bit her lip to try to stop the
tears, but they came anyway.
He
brushed them away. “Do not cry. I will not cause you undue pain. Your
punishment, even when warranted, will be fair and will not cause you permanent
damage.”
“ No, that’s not it. I was thinking of my family. I’ll
never see them again.”
“ I cannot change that.”
“ Do you have family?”
“ I did.” His voice was hard now. “They are dead.”
“ I’m so sorry.”
“ War is brutal. People die.”
“ Yes, they do. But that doesn’t make it any easier to
accept.”
He
stared at her for a long time, and her heart went out to him. He was so alpha , and obviously trying hard not to be