Come Here, Kitten (God of War Book 1), стр. 21
“Does my mate have a problem with that?” he mumbled against me, golden eyes of his wolf staring up at me. He sucked my clit between his lips, pushed a finger inside of me, and hummed against my pussy.
I furrowed my brows together and clenched, hating how much I loved this.
“I asked you a question,” he said, voice hard and utterly demanding.
“Y-yes.” I clutched the sheets in my fists, arching my back as heat warmed my core.
I wanted more. I always wanted more of him, more of this. He was too good at it.
He pushed another finger inside of me, moving them dreadfully slow. “Does she have a problem with me thrusting my cock into what’s mine, or does she have a problem with how much she is aching for it?”
When he added another finger and stilled, I tightened around him. I’d spent the last two lousy years sleeping with Tony, and he couldn’t even compare to this. Call me greedy, call me a whore, call me every name in the book, but I refused to let Ares stop now. I moved my hips back and forth slightly, needing some friction.
“So desperate for it,” he said, closing his eyes and inhaling. “So desperate for me.”
Wetness pooled between my legs.
“Show me how you want me to fuck you.”
“Wh-what?” My heart raced.
“Show me how you want me to fuck you. Move your hips on me. Use my fingers to make yourself come. I want to watch this pretty little body of yours tremble.”
My eyes widened for a brief moment. So damn confident in himself. So damn sexy. So damn … I grabbed his wrist, thrusting it closer to my pussy … so damn big. His fingers slid into me with ease. I pulled them out and then rammed them back into me again, moaning.
“Faster,” Ares said.
I moved his hand faster, pounding his fingers into me as far as they would go.
“Come on, Kitten. Is that all you have?” he asked, shaking his head in disapproval. “Let me show you how it’s done.”
One arm curled around my waist. He thrust his fingers hard and deep into my pussy, the pressure almost becoming unbearable. I grasped on to his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin, and pushed myself back. Needing to create space between us. Needing to breathe for a second.
But, Moon Goddess, he didn’t stop.
No matter how much distance I tried to put between us, he followed me. Curling his arm tighter around my waist and thrusting his fingers up into my pussy until I was plastered against his headboard, my feet on his thighs, my legs shaking uncontrollably.
Someone knocked on the door, and my eyes widened.
“Ares,” Liam said from the hall.
“Come back later, Liam.” Ares kept his gaze on me.
“But there—”
“I said, come back later,” Ares said, growling.
A wave of pleasure rolled through my body. I was so close to coming, so close to releasing myself for him, so close to feeling my body tingle with excitement.
He placed his lips on my stomach, looked up at me, fingers still thrusting wildly, and said, “Come for me, baby.”
I parted my lips, slapped a hand over my mouth, and moaned into it, coming almost instantly. Dear Moon Goddess. He continued to thrust his fingers into me, slowing down only slightly.
“Charolette wants to see you,” Liam said again.
Charolette?
Ares tensed and then slowed his fingers. “Tell her that I will see her during the party,” he said. He knelt next to me, sliding his fingers out of my aching pussy and sucking them into his mouth.
Was that who the woman in the picture was? He seemed to respond to her name like he would a mate, always there when she called, alert to her whenever and wherever she was.
After a few moments, he stood and nodded toward the door. “Come on, Kitten. It’s time for you to meet the pack.”
My wolf growled, and I pulled down my shirt to cover my bare pussy, suddenly feeling so … so … distant. I didn’t want to think the worst, but Mom had beaten it into my head that Ares was a no-good, lying, whore-loving man.
What was the point of me even being here, of me enjoying this, if one day, I’d be less than nothing to him too?
“I’ll be down in five minutes.” I pulled the blankets up to shield myself from him.
If Ares found Ruffles before I did, he’d probably rip her to pieces and serve her tiny little body to me for breakfast.
Ares pulled on a pair of shorts. “Five minutes. If you’re not downstairs by then, I’ll come and get you. And you don’t want me to come back up here, angry, Kitten.”
Yes, we do.
My wolf purred, and I swore at her in hopes to suppress her goddamn hormones.
I gazed at the door, blinking as I waited for him to leave. “Okay, well … bye.”
He paused for a few moments, eyeing me, and then left the room. As soon as the door closed, I sprinted to my purple backpack, which sat just below his dresser. It was unzipped, and Ruffles was gone.
Fuck.
Where the hell did she go? And how did she get out? Where are all her damn chips?
She meowed again, and I followed the noise out into the hallway. Since Ares had disappeared into the house, I tiptoed around and peeked my head into each room, noticing how everything seemed so divine.
Large drapes. Shiny oak floors. Grand hallways.
Though I used to live in a pack house, it didn’t compare to this. Everything here seemed livelier and richer, mighty and strong, celestial almost. And I wondered how Ares, such a bloodthirsty beast, could sustain such a lavish life. Had he stolen these things