Come Here, Kitten (God of War Book 1), стр. 39
“I don’t believe you.” He slowed his fingers and tightened his grip around my neck. “Convince me, Kitten. Beg for me. Beg me to eat your tight, wet pussy. Beg me to thrust my fingers in and out of it. Beg me to make you come over and over and over until you’re trembling in my bed and begging me to stop.”
I raised my hips, scrambling and shuffling around to try to get him to touch me again. I was so close, so fucking close to just coming on command for him. “Please, Ares.”
He slapped my pussy hard. “I said, beg.”
“Please,” I whimpered, brows furrowing.
“Louder,” he said, fingers pressing against my entrance but not into me.
“Please.” I sounded desperate, and I was.
“I want everyone in this fucking pack to hear it.”
He pinched my nipple between two of his fingers, and my body jerked up.
“Please, Ares!” I cried.
He shoved his fingers inside of me, thrusting them wildly and sending me into a heaven of bliss. Tingles shot up and down my arms. Heat rushed to my core. I tightened on him, riding out my orgasm.
So many feelings raced through me. Rapture. Ecstasy. A want to submit.
After a few moments, I lay back against the pillows and sank into the sheets. My pussy was hurting—with both pleasure and pain. I could still feel his hand smacking down on my swollen clit. Time after time after time.
I expected Ares to storm out of the room, to slam the door so hard that it fell off its hinges, to lock himself in his office to cool down, but he rested his head on my bare chest.
For a moment, I thought he’d change back into Mars. But Mars would’ve drawn his fingers in circles on my hip bone. Ares just pressed them into my side, as if he were holding on for dear life.
“I shouldn’t have been rough with you, but I’m not going to apologize for it. I can’t control myself since I got to taste you last night.”
Last night when he’d claimed my body.
“I want to mark you.”
Ares had been close to doing it, not once, but twice now. He could have sunk his teeth into my neck and claimed me or ruined me far worse than he had already. But he’d controlled himself, which surprised me.
He continued to surprise me.
A part of me believed that if I told him about my stone, he wouldn’t hurt me. Mars would hold Ares back from destroying every inch of my body to find it. But … I needed to be sure. I couldn’t just tell him without preparing for the worst.
“And what does Mars want?” I asked, running my fingers through his hair.
“Mars wants you to be happy.” His voice was quiet. “He wants you to feel safe. He doesn’t like that you … called Elijah, but he knows that you were only contacting him because it is your job as an alpha to protect your allies.”
I sighed deeply. “I’m not an alpha anymore. Thanks to you.”
It was supposed to have come out lighthearted, but instead, it had come out harsh. It was a cruel reality for me though. Mom and Tony had just thrown me to the most vicious pack without caring that I had been training to be an alpha since Jeremy died. Everything had been taken away from me in a fraction of a second because of the hounds and then again because of Ares.
He pressed his lips to my chest. “You’re still an alpha, Aurora.” Pressed them to my neck. “You’re still strong.” Pressed them to my jaw. “And you’re still going to lead with me.” Pressed them right against my lips. “Because you’re mine.”
I grasped the sides of his head, breathing deeply, and brushed my fingers against his cheekbones. His beautiful eyes seemed to lead right into his soul, and I was taken aback. On the verge of tears. The emotions were almost too much.
“Ares,” I whispered, “would you ever hurt me?”
Ares—the man who’d do anything for that stone—looked me right in the eye with so much sincerity that I was tricked into believing anything that came out of his mouth. “No.”
No.
No, he wouldn’t hurt me now. Because he thought that I was innocent. Because he thought that I didn’t know where the stone was. Because he didn’t know that I had it.
I took a deep breath and hugged his head to my chest, unable to even look him in the eyes anymore.
I needed to be honest with him.
“I didn’t shift either times the rogues attacked because I’m terrified of them,” I said honestly. “They killed my brother.”
It was so hard to admit this to him. I had never said it aloud before. Not to Mom, especially after Jeremy’s death, because I wanted her to trust that I could handle them. Not to Jeremy’s gravestone because I didn’t want to seem like a weak alpha. Not to myself because I was ashamed.
When Ares turned to look up at me, I held him in place and squeezed my eyes shut. “Let me continue.” I gnawed on the inside of my lip. “I didn’t shift because my wolf—”
Someone banged on the door, and Ares ignored it, still pressing his fingers into my hip bone. The knock came again. When Ares didn’t even move for it, Liam peeked his head into the room.
Ares growled and pulled the blankets up my body. “What’re you doing, Liam?”
“The warriors are ready. If we want to get there before nightfall, for an attack at midnight, then we must leave now.”
Ares growled. “Leave us. I’ll be there in a moment.”
When Liam shut the door, Ares stood up from the bed and grasped my face in his hands. “You and your wolf are safe with me. The hounds won’t hurt you. Your wolf doesn’t have to be scared of