Come Here, Kitten (God of War Book 1), стр. 32
“More. I want more.”
After opening his eyes, he slowly thrust up into me, watching my breasts bounce through the mirror. He brushed his fingers against my bare clit and then slapped it hard. My body jerked in his arms, my pussy tightening.
“You like that, Kitten?”
A wave of heat warmed my core. He slapped my pussy once more, and I cried out. My body trembled in his hands, the pressure rising in my core. Heat from the bathroom started to fog up the edges of the mirror again, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Holding me in his arms. Thrusting himself up into me. Slapping my aching, bare red pussy. Ares refused to stop until he knew I was teetering on another body-shaking orgasm. One last time, he slapped my pussy hard, buried himself deep inside of me, and stilled.
I moaned out his name. My head felt light and full with ecstasy. Tingles shot through my body. I moved my hips back and forth on him, trying to ride out my orgasm for as long as I could.
When I finally came down from my second orgasm, I relaxed in his arms. He held me on his cock, and I tightened my pussy around him. I wanted him to come too, wanted it more than anything.
He took a deep, shaky breath. “Fuck, do that again, baby.”
I tightened myself around him, squeezing his cock as hard as I could.
“You’re going to make me come,” he murmured against my ear.
I moaned and tightened myself on him over and over, watching him furrow his brows in the mirror.
“Fuck, I’m … gonna … come.”
He shuddered against my body, his cock pulsing inside of me, his lips parted in delight, and that savage, stormy look on his face relaxed into one of pure ecstasy. Canines brushing against my neck, he breathed in my scent and pulled out of me.
Creamed with his cum, my pussy glistened in the mirror. He spread my legs a bit wider and let it drip out of me and onto the bathroom floor.
But instead of putting me down, he reached between my legs and rubbed my clit in quick, rough circles. “Come on, Kitten. Come for me one last time.”
Tingles ran up and down my body from my last orgasm, and I didn’t know if I’d be able to handle another one after—
My pussy tightened almost immediately. It was as if he didn’t even have to try or he was just so good at this or maybe my body just couldn’t resist him.
I parted my lips, grasping on to his hand and trying to ride out the high as pleasure pumped through my body. I screamed out his name, on the verge of tears from the intensity of my third orgasm of the night.
Each time my pussy pulsed, more cum dripped out of me. Ares just stood there and watched it with a satisfied smirk on his face, golden eyes devouring the entire scene—my body in his hands, my eyes flickering gold, his cum inside of me.
“Mine,” he said, teeth brushing against the side of my throat. “You’re mine, Kitten. Let me mark what’s mine.”
Chapter 17
Aurora
The belligerent and notorious Alpha Ares wanted to mark me … an alpha who could barely shift, an alpha who was weaker than he thought, an alpha he’d rip piece by piece when he discovered my secret.
Though my heart raced in excitement at the thought, I couldn’t let him do it.
I placed my hands on his chest, gathered all my strength, and pushed him away. “No.”
He tensed, his brown eyes fighting to stay their natural human color but eventually surrendering to their wolfish golden suns. “No? You don’t want me to mark you?” There was the usual mix of shock and fury in his voice, as if after everything, he’d thought I’d submit to him.
It should’ve been an easy decision. I should’ve pushed him back further, thrown his savage smirk right back at him, and told him he’d never mark me. At least, that way wouldn’t end in my heartbreak. But instead of doing any of that, all I said was, “No, not yet.”
After the words left my mouth, Ares slumped his shoulders forward slightly and frowned, golden eyes still intense but filled with anguish, almost as if he were a whole new person.
“Do you want to mark me?” he asked softly, taking my hands in his larger ones.
“Ares—”
“Mars,” he said. “I’m Mars now.”
“Mars,” I whispered, correcting myself. It was going to be difficult, separating the man from the monster, but they were both my mate, and part of me wanted to tame each of them.
“I want you to mark me. I want to be yours,” Mars said.
Mine.
The god of war wanted to be mine without knowing that I was the woman who had the one thing he’d killed hundreds of werewolves to find.
“Not yet.” I brushed my fingers against his stubble. Lips curled down in a frown, he looked ashamed that I’d refused to mark him. A wave of guilt washed over me, and I grasped his hands. “I want to get to know you, and I need you to know me.”
It wasn’t a lie, but it was an excuse to stall. Stall because I wasn’t strong enough to tell him the truth. And I hated myself for it. But I didn’t know how to control that more demonic, hellish side of him yet. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to control Ares. All I knew was that he’d kill for the stone.
After giving me his best half-smile, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body. Although we were still soaking wet and dressed only in our towels, he led me to the kitchen and sat me on the counter.
“I wanted to run with you tonight. Your wolf and mine in