Ecstasy: A collection of steamest short stories

Chapter 1. My Girl

I take the necklace and loop it around her neck, hooking it in the back so it falls perfectly in the center of her collarbone. She looks down at it, staring for a moment, and at first I'm unsure if she likes it. It is a gruesome gift.

But when she looks back up at me, her lips slightly parted, she gives me her answer,

"Ryan, I'd like you to touch me now."

I don't need her to say anything else. It's the only permission I need.

I bring my body to hers, crawling on top of the table and mounting her. My waist is in between her milky thighs, and I drop my mouth onto hers, taking in the red color of her mouth until she's swollen from my kisses.

She moans into me as our tongues wrap together, devouring one another, pouring every single bit of raw emotion into each other's mouths. All the torment, all the suffering alone, all the love.

My chest hurts. My heart is throbbing, coming alive for the first time in over a year. It feels good to reward myself instead of the opposite. These molten hot chains that had been clinging to my body for years start to unshackle themselves.

Needy, wanting, and every bit of mine.

I move my mouth down, unsure if the sensitive skin on her neck tastes more like strawberries or honey, but either way, the flavor on my tongue is one I never wanted to forget.

The farther down I work, the more purple and red marks I leave across her. I want to mark every single square inch of her until she's covered in me. I would never go another day not letting the entire goddamn world know that she is mine.

"Your mouth feels so good," she whimpers as my hands grope her breasts. Soft and perky, warm and inviting to my prying fingers. I play torturously with her nipples.

I'd gone too long denying the truth that she had always been mine. And now I'm going insane at the thought of possessing her completely, owning every inch.

"It's about to feel even better," I whisper, leaving a lingering kiss just above her panties. "Fuck, I missed this."

"Me or?"

"You. I missed tasting you," I move my mouth around her naked body, "I missed fucking you, I've thought of nothing else since you left. I've touched no one else. It's just fucking you."

I roll the waistband down, her underwear off her legs in one clean sweep.

I am absolutely famished for her. My mouth waters at the sight of her glistening, pink pussy, wet and ready for me. I'd been denying myself of her cunt on my tongue for too long.

I want my fix.

Placing my body between her legs, forcing her thighs to widen in order to make room for my shoulders, I swipe my tongue from the top of her mound to her opening. She jerks against me, trying to push her leaking center to my face, chasing the friction, chasing the pleasure.

Happy to oblige, I drop my mouth to her clit, sucking on the sensitive bud with just enough pressure for her to feel it. I slowly circle the tip of my tongue around it, teasing both of us. I'm only able to play for a few seconds before I begin to devour the forbidden fruit between her thighs.

Her fingers sink into my hair, pushing me further into the center, aching for more. My hot tongue flicks and swirls through her slick folds, and I inhale her like she's my last meal on earth.

With two of my fingers, I use her juices to easily slide them inside of her tight hole, feeling her clench around me as I work them in and out of her channel.

"All the sloppy noises for me?" I groan into her sex, my voice vibrating against her sensitive bud. "How fucking sweet of you, baby."

I flatten my tongue against her clit, letting her grind against me, allowing her to control the pressure and rhythm. Letting her use me until she's ready to break.

Little wrinkles form in her brow, her moans coming out harder, her entire body writhing and coiling, spine rising from the table. My cock is heavy and throbbing, desperate to feel her walls clamp around me.

I know she's close.

I always know.

Because I know my girl.

I feel her juices streaming down my chin, coating me in her liquid, so holy it might be enough to cleanse the world of its sins. With my free hand, I smear her lubricant down towards her ass, massaging the tight hole with the pad of my finger.

"You gonna be a good whore and let me fuck this hole too?"

Part of me is teasing.

The other part of me is feral to claim every hole with zero restraint.

She whimpers, nodding her head as I continue to play, pushing the tip of my finger inside and groaning at how tight it is.

"Say it. Ask me." Lifting herself up on her elbows, face red with pleasure, she looks down at me between her thighs.

"I want you to fuck my ass." Her blue eyes are filled with so much need that I can't say no to her. "Please."

"Fuck," I groan as I make my way back up to her lips, shoving my tongue inside of her mouth and allowing her to taste herself on me. "I'm so goddamn weak for you, Sage."

I take my hand down my body, removing myself from my pants, and sit up on my knees. Wrapping my palm around myself and pumping my length, I watch as a few drops of pre-come leak from the tip.

"Ryan, please, baby. I need you," she moans, rubbing herself against me.

Carefully, I spread her legs much wider, pulling her flush against my thighs, then slid my hands beneath her ass to lift it up towards me.

Instinctively, her legs come down to rest on my shoulders, her heels still decorating her feet.

I use her sleekness to lube my cock before guiding myself to her asshole. "You let anyone else fuck you here, slut?" I ask, grinding my teeth as I ease myself inside of her. I feel her walls try to force me out, rejecting my size, but I keep pushing.

"N-no, no, only you." She shakes her head aggressively, eyes shut tight as she struggles to fit me. "Fuck, it burns."

I use my thumb to stimulate her clit, trying to ease her open.

"You gotta relax, baby girl. Let me in," I whisper, inching inside farther and farther the more I fuck her clit with my thumb. "That's it, that's my girl. Fuck, you feel incredible. You feel me stretching your ass?

Molding your walls for my cock?"

"I feel-" She is caught by a moan that takes over her entire body. "So full, so good."

Once I'm fully inside of her ass, I'm not sure how I'll be able to pull out because of how forcefully she's clamped around me.

But slowly, I start to work my hips, moving my thumb a little faster as I do. I can't help the grin that spreads across my face, the feeling of her loosening up around me enough for me to move faster. "You're such a pretty little whore, Sage. Taking me so good."

Soon, I'm thrusting inside of her with more force, and I can see that look of tension building up on her face. My thighs slap against her skin, over and over again as I push myself deeper inside of her.

My own release is licking at my heels, twisting my gut, but I don't care. I just want to watch her come.

I want to see how the euphoria erupts on her skin, exploding across her from head to toe. I wouldn't care if I never came again if it meant I could see that face for the rest of my life.

Just that would be enough.

"Fuck, fuck," she curses, digging her nails into my hips. "Ryan!"

"So tight, so fucking good," I grunt as my strokes become more erratic, out of control, feeling her spasms beneath me.

It's not enough. I want more. I want it all.

I want her broken and thoroughly fucked. So weak that I have to carry her out of this stupid party where no one understands her.

Surrounded by all these people who put her in a cage because they were afraid of what she could do if they let her have free rein.

"Come again," I growl, grabbing her legs at the ankles and pulling them apart so they fall to the table, leaving her open to me.

I sink my middle and ring finger inside her cunt, continuing to pound my length into her other hole.

"Too much," she chokes out. "Shit, it's too much."

Working my fingers in and out, quickening my pace as I do, I make sure to rub that one spongy spot all the way inside of her.

"I said come," I order, feeling my organs slice through me just as she goes into a silent scream, the pleasure overtaking her fully.

Her back arches off the table, trying to pull away from me, but I continue to pump my seed into her depths, still moving my fingers.

Clear fluid spurts onto my lower abdomen, her cunt washing over me as her second orgasm shatters her. I groan harshly as she tightens down.

The room is filled with ragged breaths as we both remain in this state of bliss, her body riding the aftershock of her climax.

I keep myself inside of her as I lean down, pressing soft kisses onto the mauled skin of her neck. Emotion mixes with the high of my lust as my tongue swirls around the marks I left, tasting the salty sweat on her skin.

Instead of asking like I did last time, I make it a statement that isn't up for negotiation.

"I'm keeping you," I say with a dry voice in desperate need of hydration.

Her fingers sink into my hair, tugging at the ends slightly, and I can feel her lips tilt into a smile. "You'll always have me, Ryan. Always."

Chapter 2. Evie

"I have the perfect lighting." I walked us up into my bedroom. "Nothing happens in here without your complete, wholehearted enthusiasm. One no from you and it stops."

She nodded, and I led her across the threshold, dropping her hands once we were inside. While she took in the spacious room and its heavy, dark furniture, I hit the button on the remote I kept on the nightstand, and the roman shades rose on the eight-foot windows that lined my bedroom, looking out over the greenspace behind our housing development and flooding my bedroom with late afternoon sunlight.

"The golden hour," she whispered, as the light bathed her face, and a challenge rose in her eyes.

"Your skin really is flawless." I picked up the camera and looked through the viewfinder, clicking my first picture.

"You're not going to ask me to smile?" she teased, the corners of her mouth lifting.

"I want you to do whatever you want." Another click. "You are so fucking beautiful, and you don't even realize it."

"I know I'm pretty," she countered, crossing her arms and gripping the base of her sweater, then dragging it up her frame, revealing a form-fitting tank top. The rise of her breasts almost made me swallow my tongue. "But there's a difference," she continued, dropping the sweater to the floor, "between confidence, which I have, and arrogance, which..." She gestured at me.

"Which I have," I agreed with a shrug. "Genetics are just symmetry and pleasing features. And yet, when you're the one here," I tapped the side of the camera. "I feel like you're capturing more than my face."

"You're more than just a face," she whispered, lifting her hands to the bun on top of her head.

"To you." I zoomed in on her eyes and clicked. "I want a print of your eyes so I can blow it up and frame it." Well, shit, I guess my brain was no longer in control of my mouth.

"My eyes?" She tugged, and her hair fell in a cascade of blonde curls.

"You have the sexiest eyes I've ever seen." Another picture. I scanned down her body, clicking the whole way. "Sexiest...everything."

She sighed, and a slow smile spread across her face. "You make me believe that."

"Good."

"I'm not sure it is." Her fingers toyed with the hem of her tank top and then that was off, too, landing somewhere near the sweater. "It might be very, very bad."

"Holy fuck." Good thing the camera was strapped around my neck, because I dropped it. Her bra was emerald green, almost the same shade as her eyes, and lace detailed the cups that held the perfect swells of her breasts up like an offering.

My mouth watered.

"I thought you were taking pictures," she said with a coy smile, moving closer to the window.

She was a goddess with dips and hollows that I wanted to worship, a deity that deserved every sacrifice at her altar.

"The project is in motion," she whispered, spinning slowly as the sunlight caressed her smooth skin and played in the strands of her curls like a halo. "So tell me, Maxim." She came closer, rising on her toes so her lips brushed my ear, and her breasts pressed against the bare skin of my chest. "How do you want me to move?"

Under me. That was the first image that came to mind. Her, naked, underneath me, writhing, straining for her orgasm, her lips parted and her eyes glazed.

She toed off her socks, revealing bright pink toenails. Even her feet were pretty.

"Out of ideas already?" She flicked the first button on her jeans. "Admit it, it's harder to be behind the lens than you thought."

"It's hard, alright." More like throbbing. What the hell had I gotten us into? If she kept removing clothes, the tenuous grip I had on my control was going to snap.

"Come on, you can do better." She tugged down her zipper. "Should I sway, so you can capture the way my hips move?" Her hips swung left, then right as she slid her jeans over the sumptuous curves.

My cock ached.

"Or should I bend here, maybe bend at the knee so you get this line?" She did just that, popping a knee and bending over as she peeled her jeans from her legs, working the pose better than any model could have. "You're not taking pictures, Max."

I clicked randomly, the camera near my chest. I wasn't about to watch this through a fucking lens. I wanted this moment branded in my memory.

"That's better," she praised, and her jeans were...somewhere.

"Damn, Evelyn," I hissed through my teeth. Of course her underwear matched, cutting across her hips in a swath of green, contrasting with her sun-kissed skin.

"Should I arch?" She leaned back against the wall, right up against the farthest window, the gridwork casting shadows across her body as if it needed to be divided into segments so I'd know where to start. Then she bent her body, arching like she'd suggested, her breasts testing the boundaries of her bra as she reached above her head and tilted her chin up as though she was surrendering to the caress of the sun.

"Arching is good." My heart thundered and my breathing was more than a little erratic as I clicked another picture. Fuck goddess, she was a living, breathing siren.

"Another angle maybe?" She turned, bracing her hands on the wall and stretching back like a cat.

Speechless. The sight of that green lace cutting across the globes of her ass, revealing the bare, lower curves had me fucking speechless. I was going to eat her alive.

"You're slacking," she whispered, turning back toward me and walking over slowly, her hips swaying with every step. "Tell me what to do, Max." She trailed a finger from her throat down her sternum and between her breasts. "I'll do whatever you want."

"Evelyn," I whispered as she took the camera. I ducked my head so she could slide the strap off, and she turned to put it on my nightstand.

"You're the only one who calls me that." She stroked her hand up my chest, and the light touch sent electricity through every cell. "Why? And don't tell me it's because that's my name. I know my name."

"This is dangerous." And yet my hand slid up the back of her neck to tangle in her curls.

"Why do you call me that?" She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my warm-up pants.

"I promised you that I'd stop if you said no, and you're making it really hard to keep that promise." I barely recognized my own voice.

"Maybe you're too busy worrying about a no to realize that I'm saying yes," she whispered and tugged. My pants fell, catching briefly on my thighs before surrendering all the way to the ground.

"This could end badly." I stepped out of them, my body performing on auto-pilot and kicking off my socks, too.

"Something tells me you know what you're doing in this department. After all, I have it on expert advice that I'm supposed to know these things before a guy ever takes off his pants, and after last week, I know." She swallowed. "Now tell me why you call me by my full name."

"I'm not going to stop," I warned her. "You touch me again, and I'll have you on your back, Evelyn. Stripped naked. Panting. Moaning. Screaming for me. Do you understand?" My cock throbbed in agreement as my gaze lowered to her lips.

"I understand." Both of her hands were on my waist, her fingers following the indent of my muscles.

"I'm not going to stop until I'm inside you, and I don't just mean my tongue or my fingers." The grip on my control was slipping, sliding away until I couldn't remember why this would be such a bad idea. I wanted her. She obviously wanted me.

"I understand," she repeated, and both her hands clasped my dick through my boxer briefs.

A groan ripped free from my throat and I reached for her wrists, tugging her hands away from me. "You keep that up and it will be over before it starts."

"Are you saying I only get this once?" A flash of something-panic-went through her eyes.

"Fuck no. I'm going to take you so many times and in so many ways that you'll feel me with every step you take for weeks," I promised in a growl. "But the first time I come, it's going to be inside you."

"And the first time I come?" she teased with a shaky smile, her breaths uneven.

"Right now." I gripped her ass in both hands and captured her mouth with mine, kissing her deep and hard, fucking my tongue into her mouth with deliberate strokes as I picked her up and turned.

She whimpered and my cock leaked, the wetness seeping through my boxers, I wanted her that badly.

I laid her out on my bed and then followed her in, sliding right into the cradle of her open thighs. Our mouths met again and again, and I groaned when she sucked on my tongue. If kissing her was heaven, then I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to slide inside her.

I rocked my hips against hers, grinding my dick against her clit, using the fabric between us to up the friction, and she moaned, throwing her head back on the pillows.

"So fucking beautiful." Her hair spread out against the dark bedding, and her lips were already bee-stung from my kisses. I worked my way down her throat, nipping and sucking, pausing to linger when she gasped, memorizing what she liked.

When she arched, I flicked open the clasp of her bra with one hand, and tugged it down her arms, sending it to the floor.

Then I fucking stared. And stared. And stared some more. Her breasts were perfect. They'd overflow my hands, and those pale pink nipples? They were created for my mouth, my hands.

"Max?" She pushed up on her elbows and looked up at me in confusion.

"Never cover these up again. Ever." I lowered my mouth to one perfect tip and she gasped as my tongue swirled over the peak.

"You want. Me. Naked in. Public?" she asked, her breaths choppy as I tested one pebbled nipple in my teeth.

"Only at home," I clarified. I'd fucking murder anyone else who got close to these, to her. "Always topless at home."

"You're a breast guy," she teased, her fingers in my hair, her nails scratching my scalp in the best way. "Noted."

"I'm an Evelyn guy," I corrected her, then sucked. Hard.

She cried out, her back arching, her hips rocking against mine.

Fuck, the heat of her felt so good that I couldn't hold back my moan as I switched to her other breast, giving it equal attention. Over and over, I licked and sucked, until her nipples were rose-colored and her breaths were chaotic.

"Max," she urged, lifting her hips against mine.

I took a steady breath. "Tell me you're sure," I said, my hands already working the lace down her legs, leaving her bare.

"I'm so damned sure," she assured me, nodding her head.

"Fuck," I cursed. This had the potential to absolutely ruin us, and I just didn't care. I needed her more than air, more than food, more than ice. My body screamed that it wouldn't last without her sustaining it.

My underwear hit the floor and I rolled slightly, grabbing a condom out of the nightstand drawer and ripping the foil open.

"Can I?" Evie asked, reaching for the condom.

I nodded and sat back on my heels, groaning at the sight of her tongue as she licked her lower lip. Then her hands were on me, rolling the latex barrier into place and my eyes threatened to roll back inside my head. Her touch was pure fire.

"You're gorgeous, Max," she whispered, her focus darting all over my body.

"You're perfect," I countered, surging over her so she fell to her back.

Then my mouth was on hers, kissing her deep, and my fingers slid through the wetness between her thighs. "So wet for me." She was swollen and slick, my fingers slipping along the swollen nub of her clit.

"Always," she whispered. "I'm always wet for you."

"I need you," I groaned. I was so completely fucked. Once wasn't going to be enough. I already knew that and I hadn't even gotten inside her yet.

"Then take me," she rolled her hips, pressing up against my hand.

"Not yet. Not until you come." I dropped down her body and set my mouth on her.

Her hips bucked and she cried out.

I worked her with a single-minded focus, not teasing or drawing out her pleasure like I had before. No, I ripped the orgasm from her with teeth and tongue, sucking at her clit and lashing it with my tongue, swallowing her down as I stroked two fingers inside her pussy.

So was so fucking tight, so hot, so soft.

Her thighs locked, then shook, and she came, her body bowing beneath mine as her pussy spasmed around my fingers.

She was through the first wave when I withdrew and rose over her, my cock finding her entrance and pulsing.

"Tell me yes," I demanded, so past asking that it bordered on insanity. If she said no, I'd manage it. I'd roll off her and fucking run for the nearest ice bath.

"Yes!" she cried, her hands in my hair as she brought her mouth to mine.

I drove forward and took her to the hilt in one long thrust.

"Fuck, Evelym," I groaned, my forehead against hers as I gave her a second to adjust. "You're so damned tight around me. You feel so good. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," she whispered, raising her knees so I sank even deeper. "You're so deep."

"Hell yes, I am." I pulled out and thrust in again, and she rippled around me.

"Max," she groaned.

"Evie is what everyone else calls you," I said as I started a rhythm, stroking her hard and deep, retreating only to slam back inside.

Her eyes flew open, locking on mine.

"Evie is someone else's friend. Someone's student." I thrust and thrust, my words coming out just as choppy as my breathing as I fucked her across the bed.

She threw out her hands when we reached the headboard, bracing herself and using it as leverage to rock back against me.

"But Evelyn?" I kissed her hard, nipping at her lower lip. "Evelyn is mine."

She whimpered and my control fucking snapped.

I fucked her like I'd been dreaming about for weeks, hard and deep, my hips crashing into hers over and over as her thighs cushioned every blow. She took every inch, every thrust, rocking back against me, rising up to meet me with every plunge until sweat dripped from our skin and our breathing was nothing more than strained gasps.

Pleasure coiled at the base of my spine and I held off my impending orgasm, feeling it reach for me.

"You have to come for me," I ordered, "I need to feel you come around me." I angled her hips so I drove against her clit with each thrust, and felt her thighs lock around my waist.

"Oh God," she moaned, her head thrown back.

"Yes!" I shouted as she came around me, gripping me tight, pulling me right over that edge with her as blinding lights claimed my vision and pleasure consumed my entire body, filling every nerve ending as I found my release.

We came down from the high, and I waited for the awkwardness to set in, or the regret, but neither came. There was only an overwhelming sense of peace, of...happiness.

"Are you okay?" I asked, rising above her and tucking a curl behind her ear. That had been way harder than I'd intended to be with her.

"Better than okay." She grinned. "I'm fucking great." She leaned up and kissed me. "How long do you think you need before we can do that again?"

My cock jumped in answer, already rising for more.

"Now," I answered with a kiss. "Now is good."

Chapter 3. Curvy and Mated

A curvy woman like me was never supposed to be mated to such a cut and chiseled alpha. All the girls from high school made sure I knew I'd end up alone or with a lone wolf, never accepting the fact that I was different from them and from the other skinny girls in our pack.

And part of me stupidly believed those rumors, even after we had graduated and gotten on with our lives. Their words haunted me every single time I looked in the mirror, no matter how much I tried to love all my imperfections, all those stretch marks, and all that extra weight on my stomach.

But as fate would have it, I was mated to the sexiest, most ruthless alpha in this part of the forest. Nobody dared to mention the name of the tattooed, pierced, cruel man or else there would be consequences. Terrible consequences.

Yet here I was, alone in his bedroom, with one of his tattooed hands around my throat and the other between my legs, thrusting his fingers into my wet pussy.

"Tell me what she said to you," he said, biting down on my lower lip and thrusting his pierced tongue into my mouth for me to suck. "Tell me fucking everything that you've been told about your body. Tell me how you don't fucking love it, so I know how long I need to keep you here, touching, loving, worshipping every fucking inch of you until you do."

My heart raced, and I ... I parted my lips, not knowing how to respond. All I wanted earlier was to get a drink at the pub. I didn't think I'd see those bullies again. I didn't think that he'd come barreling into the bar, looking for trouble and finding me-his mate-instead.

And I sure as hell didn't think that I'd make it back to his pack house, half-naked and sopping wet at the thought of him being inside of me.

"Please," I whispered, grasping his wrist for him to stop because I was about to come undone already but secretly loving every moment of this pleasure. "It's okay. I don't mind," I said, knowing that if I told him all my truths, he'd lose it.

He was the cruelest alpha here; he had done murderous things to so many different people.

Bullies were bullies, but I didn't want them to die. Maybe I did just a little but not in the ways that he would kill them. He'd torture them for hours upon hours, and I didn't want anyone to feel that way. Maybe I was too nice.

"You know who I am, don't you?" he asked, fingers still furiously pumping into me. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and let it go with a pop.

"Yes," I breathed, my legs starting to shake in pleasure.

"Say my name."

"I can't," I whispered. I had never spoken it a day in my life.

Saying his name was forbidden in my pack. People were punished for it ... because everyone thought that speaking the devil alpha's name would summon him.

"Say it," he said.

"Alpha ..."

"Alpha?"

"Zade," I said, my voice just above a whisper.

"And you know I don't fucking allow that kind of shit to happen to anyone I care about, don't you?"

His fingers curled around my G-spot, and I grasped his muscular shoulder through his tight gray sweater, my legs shaking uncontrollably. "I know ... oh Goddess, please don't stop."

He massaged my G-spot with his two fingers as his thumb worked its magic over my clit.

"I'm going to take care of them," he said, flicking his finger right over my clit and making me come for him.

Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through my body, and I leaned back on the bed, trying to ride out my orgasm.

He stood up, stuck his fingers in his mouth, and groaned. "Get on the bed," he said, voice husky.

I raised my brows and scrambled further up onto the mattress, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest. Moon Goddess ... what had I gotten myself into? I should've stayed home.

He walked to the headboard and picked up a piece of black rope tied to the bottom of it.

My eyes widened, and I went to pull myself away. "I'm not going to leave while you're gone. I promise."

He chuckled. "Oh, this isn't to keep you here," he said, tying it around my wrist. "If you left, I'd follow that pretty little scent of yours and drag you back to me. I've been waiting ages for you. You're not getting away."

"Then ... Why are you tying me up?" I whispered.

After tying my wrists and ankles each to a bedpost and blindfolding me, he crawled on top of me, his breath on my neck, right where it ached for his mark. "I'll be back," he said, not answering me, but instead slipping something small and smooth into my tight panties.

"Where are you going?" I asked, tugging on the restraints and staring into the dark blindfold. I felt so exposed, being here, almost naked, felt like this was all some sick joke. How could my mate be the most feared alpha around, and how the hell could he want me?

He walked away. "To take care of those assholes who were fucking with you."

And before the door closed, that small and smooth thing between my legs began vibrating right against my clit, making me jump in surprise. I listened to the door closed and tried hard not to make a sound, but the vibrations were more intense than any toy I'd used before on myself.

The pressure rose in my core, and I squeezed my eyes shut, begging myself to breathe evenly. Yet the pleasure was already rushing through every single piece of my body, making me feel things that I shouldn't feel the first day I met my mate.

Pleasure rushed through me, hitting me hard and making me come. I pulled on the restraints, unable to deal with the heat between my legs, and tried to shift around to displace it. But the vibrations kept coming.

I must've lain in that bed for at least an hour, trying to hold off the orgasms with thoughts about how the hell I got here. But those racing thoughts didn't get rid of the coming orgasms.

When the door opened again, there was complete silence. Then, I heard that low, sinister chuckle that sent both shivers down my spine and made me clench and ache in all the right places.

"Look at you," he said, walking into the room. He hooked a finger into my underwear, pulled gently, and let it slap against my hip. "How many times have you come without my permission?" he asked, pulling the vibrator out of my panties and tossing it.

I knew he was close, but I didn't know where.

Suddenly, he slapped a hand down on my clit, and I gasped, pressure building up in my core.

"How many times?" When I didn't answer him, he slapped my pussy again, pulled apart my folds, and tasted me himself, his tongue ring flicking against my sensitive and swollen clit. "How many fucking times?"

"Three," I whispered, pulling on the restraints. My mind was telling me that I really shouldn't be here because he was batshit crazy ... but my wolf and I wanted to be devoured by our mate. "What'd you do to them?" I asked before I could stop myself.

His pierced tongue flicked out against my clit again, hitting me exactly where I needed it, and I moaned out loud, pleasure rushing to my core. He pushed a finger into me and pumped it in and out of me slowly.

"All you need to know is that I took care of them for you, baby." He pulled the blindfold off me and finally let me see him.

Lying between my legs, he stared up at me with those dark brown eyes that almost looked black from this angle. One hand was sprawled over my stomach, gripping and tugging on it gently.

"No more questions," he said, resting my thighs on his muscular, tattooed shoulders. Every muscle in his abdomen was flexed hard as he pumped his fingers into me over and over again. "Lie back and be a good girl for me."

He flicked his tongue over and over against my clit, his tongue ring rubbing against it and making me clench even harder. I squirmed under him, my hips moving from side to side as he continued to eat my pussy until I was about to come again.

But just as I was about to, he stopped, slapped my clit, and stared down at me with those cold yet devouring eyes. After crawling off the bed, he undid the rope around my ankles and started to unbuckle his belt, pulling it off and tossing it onto the bed next to me. I watched him tug each button off and push down his pants, leaving him just in his tight gray briefs.

He was hard, his huge cock pressing against the thin material. I swallowed, feeling the heat warm my core, and bit my lip. Goddess, he was going to be inside of me tonight. Alpha Stone would be filling me with his thick cock, pounding into me, loving me.

Once he pushed down his briefs, he wrapped his hand around his cock and walked over to me, climbing onto the bed and rubbing the head of his pierced cock on my lips. "Get the head wet for me, baby."

He thrust a couple inches of himself into my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around his head, my tongue flicking out against his cock ring.

He groaned against me, his hands laced into my hair. "Fuuuck," he said, reaching between my legs and fingering my pussy again as I sucked him off.

All I could hear were the wet sounds coming from me that were meant for him.

"I'm going to fuck you so fucking good, baby," he said, pushing his cock a bit deeper down my throat. "Make sure that you know I love every single inch of you." When my pussy tightened around his fingers, he smirked.

"Please," I tried to say, but he only pushed himself deeper until he was almost hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. I stared up into his dark eyes, taking in those tattoos that covered his body and that tongue ring that I could see just past his parted lips.

He pulled himself out of my throat, stuck his wet fingers into my mouth, and said, "Suck my fingers like a good fucking girl."

Willingly, I stuck his fingers into my mouth to suck off my juices. He grasped his cock, stroking it roughly, and crawled between my legs, letting the head of him brush against my entrance.

He left sloppy, wet kisses from my breasts to my neck, and when he reached my throat, he paused and let his canines brush against my soft spot. "Mine. You're fucking mine. Nobody else touches you. Nobody else looks at you. Nobody fucking bullies you again." He grasped my chin roughly in his hand and forced me to look into those dark eyes. "Tell me that you understand, baby."

My heart pounded as I stared at those long, vicious canines, my wolf just waiting for them to be inside of me. He pressed the head of his dick against my entrance.

When I didn't answer, he growled, "Tell me."

"I understand," I whispered.

And then he thrust his long, hard cock right inside me. Inch by inch, he pushed himself into me until he was balls deep. "Stuffed full," he groaned into my ear. "Your pussy feels so fucking good."

I clenched around him and moaned out loud, arching my back, the pressure rising in my core so damn quickly. I had never been with a man like him, never been with someone who wanted me to know just how much more I deserved and would defend me without even knowing me.

"I'm going to come," I whispered, squeezing my eyes closed.

He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, the metal from his tongue ring flicking out against the hard bud, and pounded harder into me. My legs started to shake, but I kept my feet planted on the mattress.

He tugged on my nipple and let it go, his teeth biting hard into it. I squirmed in his hold, unable to stay still as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.

After a few moments, he stilled inside of me and groaned against my ear. I relaxed against his body and closed my eyes, the pleasure making my legs tingle in delight.

"Mine," he growled against my lips. "You're mine now."

NEXT DAY

The afternoon sun flooded through Zade's dark curtains. I turned in the bed and pulled the sheets over my barely clothed body. I hadn't been butt naked for this many days straight ever. But I wasn't complaining.

Zade stood near the window, staring out at his pack members conversing in his garden out back. Yes, the big, bad alpha that everyone feared had a garden. I was surprised, too, when he brought me down there one night.

"Come with me," Zade demanded, holding out a large, tattooed hand toward me in his room. "I'm going to introduce you to the pack. They deserve to meet and spend time with their Luna as much as possible because in a couple weeks, you'll be too worried about our pups growing in your belly to do much else."

My eyes widened, and I sat up. "Pups?!"

But he left me no room to disagree. What Alpha Zade said happened, even before I met him. This man could tell other packs what to do, and they'd do it because they were fucking terrified of him.

Me ... well, I wasn't that scared of him anymore. I had known him for a whopping two days, and he had done nothing but fuck me. No killing. No smacking. No choking-unless it was the good kind. And I wasn't one to complain. This was more than I had ever even hoped for as the misfit who all the skinnier girls poked fun at, growing up.

Still, no matter which bullies Stone killed for me, my insecurities weren't just ... over in a matter of forty-eight hours. Those bullies had beaten into my head that I wasn't good enough, wasn't pretty enough, wasn't enough to be mates with anyone.

What would everyone think about Zade when they found out he was mated to someone like me?

"Can't we wait for a couple more days ... or months? You know ..." I started.

I didn't know where I was going with it. I wasn't going to be ready to meet the pack within a couple months. It would take years for me to be ready to face them without feeling bad about it. I was stuck between all those insecurities and self-love, and I hated it. I wished things would get easier every now and then.

Instead of taking my hand and dragging me out of the room like I expected him to do, he pulled me to my feet, snatched my chin between his fingers, and moved closer to me, staring down with those dangerous eyes. "Why don't you want to meet them?"

"Because ..."

I didn't know what to say. I hated talking about my insecurities.

"I know why, but I want to hear you say it," he continued.

Not wanting to speak the words out loud because that made them real, I shook my head and stared down at the ground, wiggling around my toes. "I just don't think I'm ready to meet them. Maybe a bit longer would-"

Before I could finish my sentence, he growled, "What do I have to do to get you to believe you're fucking sexy as hell?" And then he spun me around toward a mirror. "What do you see?" he asked me. When I didn't respond, he grabbed my chin and forced me to stare at myself in the mirror. "Answer me."

"I don't know," I said, voice barely audible.

"Tell me."

My gaze flickered behind me. "I-I see a man who deserves so much more than me."

Again, Zade let out another deadly growl. "Hands on the mirror. You're going to watch me love your body."

My pussy clenched, and I sucked in a sharp breath, placing my hands on the mirror and staring at him through the reflection. Still, that bullied part of me didn't accept that a man like Zade-the sexiest, most cutthroat alpha in all of the world-wanted me.

He slid off my panties, undid his jeans, and pushed them down to his knees, pulling out his huge cock and slapping it against my pussy. "I'm this hard for you, mate. Nobody else could ever make my cock fucking throb like this."

A wad of spit dripped from his mouth to his throbbing, veiny cock. With his thumb, he rubbed the spit over his cock ring, making it glisten in the sunlight flooding into the room through the curtains. After stepping closer to me, he rubbed his head against my clit from behind.

I swallowed hard and sucked in a sharp breath, a wave of pleasure rushing through me.

Continuing to shove his dick between my pussy lips, he grabbed my hip in his other hand and grunted into my ear, the mere sound making me shudder in absolute pleasure already. "You've put this off for long enough," Zade growled. "After I fuck your throbbing, desperate cunt, you're meeting the pack. No shower. No cleaning my cum out of you. I want everyone in my pack to smell your pussy filled with me."

My pussy clenched even harder, and Stone decided it was the perfect time to shove himself into my sopping cunt. He wrapped one hand around my throat and ripped my shirt down the middle, letting my breasts fall out of it.

After growling against my soft spot, he groped one tit in his hand. "Look at these tits. They're so fucking huge. I can't even fit one in my hand." He slapped it and made it bounce against the mirror. "You turn me the fuck on with everything you fucking do."

His hand slipped from around my throat and traveled down my body to my clit, rubbing against the sensitive bud. With his other hand, he hiked my leg up into the air, his bicep flexing. He stared at me through the reflection, not at my pussy or my tits or my body, but at me.

Pounding his taut body into me from behind, I squeezed my eyes closed to focus on the pleasure building quickly between my legs.

He shoved himself as deep as he could go, stilled, and said, "Open up your eyes. I said that you were going to watch."

When I reopened my eyes, he started up once more, ramming his cock into my hole and staring intently at me through the reflection. His dark eyes turned into fiery golden pools, the way they had the other night when he told me he would take care of those girls at the bar.

It was the sinister side of him that everyone feared.

Everyone, except me.

"Oh my Goddess ..."

"Come on my cock, mate."

My claws dug into the drywall. I threw my head back, my gaze still focused on those piercing eyes, and felt my legs tremble underneath me. He held me up with his brute strength as an orgasm ripped through my body harder and faster than it ever had before.

Wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body, making my fingers and legs tingle.

"Fuck," he growled.

He stilled deep inside of me, grunting and cursing my name, telling me how good it felt.

When he pulled out of me, he tugged my panties back up my thighs and rubbed his fingers against the silky material that had to quickly be dampening, ruining them with all his cum that was dripping out of my hole.

I shuffled around, my core still throbbing, and buttoned up my shirt.

Four buttons to the top, Zade stopped me and snatched my hands. "Your tits are too nice to cover up. I want something to stare at during my meetings today."

And with that, he dragged me to the door to meet his pack for the very first time.

Alpha Zade Stone was a different kind of man.