Come Here, Kitten (God of War Book 1), стр. 38
“Take off your clothes.”
My eyes widened. “Ares, I—”
“It wasn’t a request.” He released my chin and stepped back, watching me. “It was a command. You can follow commands, can’t you, Kitten?”
I gulped and glanced at my feet. Well, okay, not exactly what I’d thought was going to happen. I took a deep breath and tried hard to ignore the pressure building in my core already. What the hell was wrong with me?
He crossed his big arms over his chest. “Look at me.”
Moon Goddess. My pussy was pulsing, and he hadn’t even touched me. I was supposed to be afraid of him; I was supposed to be thinking of a way to stop him from going to Elijah’s and killing him. Not this.
Before he could ask again, I found myself tearing off my shirt and pushing my leggings to the ground. My nipples were pressed hard against my cupless sports bra, and the breeze from the window didn’t make it any better.
“All of it,” Ares said.
My wolf purred inside of me, loving the attention from our mate. It didn’t make me feel any better that my wolf couldn’t make up her damn mind about him. One minute, she didn’t want him to know our secret. The next, she was willing to let him have us like he had last night.
Anything for his acceptance.
Anything to feel loved again.
I tugged off my bra and underwear, standing naked in front of him. He glanced down at my body, taking in all of me, and then stepped toward me, fingers hovering above my clit but not touching me yet.
“I bet you’re clenching for me right now, aren’t you?” he asked, staring into my eyes. “Thinking about my cock thrusting into your pussy, about your mate filling you with his cum again, about him making sure you know that you’re his and his only.”
A wave of pleasure coursed through my body. I seized his wrist and tried so desperately to pull it toward me.
“Kitten, is that enough for you already?” he asked in such a degrading manner that it actually turned me on even more. “I haven’t even started.” With his other hand, he drew his fingernails up the center of my chest and over my nipple.
I cried out and stared up at him, begging with my eyes for him to touch me more.
“You know, Kitten, I think a lot about claiming you … about taking you in the forest in the middle of the day and letting everyone within miles listen to you moan because of me. About taking you here, in the pack house, when everyone is downstairs and listening to you try to muffle those precious little whimpers of yours so nobody can hear you.”
My pussy clenched hard. “Ares, please.”
“I think about ruining you for anyone else, about you kneeling for me when I come home from war …” He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. “About you taking my cock all the way down your throat again, about throat-fucking you until I finally make you my perfect little Kitten.”
I gulped and grasped him through his shorts, aching for him to be inside of me.
He held me by a fistful of my hair and pulled me toward him. “Tell me, Aurora, do you need more than that?”
To hold in my moans, I pressed my lips together. All I wanted was for him to plunge himself inside of me like he had last night, but I didn’t foresee that happening anytime soon. Ares wanted to punish me for calling Elijah, and I didn’t blame him.
And because I wanted him to prove to me that he wouldn’t hurt me, that despite me going behind his back, he would love me for me and he wouldn’t hate me for my secret, I said, “That’s not enough.”
He growled, picked me up, and tossed me onto the bed with ease. Crawling up with me and pushing me to the headboard, he grabbed my thighs and spread them, so every fold of my pussy was bare and on full display to him. Before I could even react, he pressed his tongue against my clit, making my body jerk.
I drew my knees together to ease the tension, but he forced my legs apart again and slapped my pussy hard.
“Mine.”
He rested my thighs on his shoulders and stuck a finger inside of me, thrusting in and out as he ate me. I squirmed in his hold, trying to pull my knees together again, but he refused to let me go and hit my clit again.
“Mine.”
Fingers thrusting in and out. Tongue flicking against my sensitive clit. Stubble tickling my inner thighs. A wave of heat warmed my core and made me tighten on him.
“Ares …”
“Alpha,” he corrected.
It was one simple word but was nothing more than a statement of dominance. He slid his hand around my throat and squeezed lightly, and I knew I was moments away from releasing on him.
“Say it, Aurora.” He moved his fingers faster inside of me, hitting my G-spot every single time.
So close … I was so close. All he had to do was—
“Now.”
He tightened his hand around my throat, his tongue hitting my clit just where I liked it.
“Alpha!” I screamed it for him, my back arching hard, my fingers grasping the bedsheets. Wave after wave of pleasure was pumping through me, making me feel so good, so wanted, so needed that I never wanted to come down from this high.
Ares slid his fingers out of me and slapped my pussy again. “Good girl.”
I drew my legs together, unable to take any more pressure, and whined, “Ares, please.”
He pinned them against the mattress and buried his face back between my legs. “Tell me what I want to hear, Aurora.”
“Oh, Moon Goddess … Ares, you’re enough for me.” My toes curled, and