here?” If this was what she thought feeling cherished meant, then she needed to seek a psychiatrist, like, yesterday. Her father’s lack of love must’ve really done a number on her.
He hissed at her. “You know it wasn’t like that. But I did inform them of what had happened. And no, I don’t think this gate will keep you here, but it needs to stay locked.”
“Because?”
“Because I fucking said so!”
That was it. She lunged for him, snapping at his throat. She’d had all she could stand of his righteous attitude. She was pissed at him, and at herself, for him making her feel so confused. He rolled them, pinning her beneath him. She tried wiggling out from under him as she growled and hissed, but all she managed to do was get herself off her back, onto her legs. Things had just gone from bad to worse because now he straddled her backside in a stance of complete control.
And it felt right.
His teeth scraped against the scruff of her neck and bit. He was too powerful to resist. Somewhere deep inside she knew it was her place to submit to him, and when she felt his erection against her tail, she couldn’t help the needy sound that slipped out or the head that bowed and rested on the ground. She didn’t want this. She. Did. Not. Want. This. But need . . . now that was clawing at her.
“Shift.”
It was a command she couldn’t ignore. Her traitorous body was aching for him, for whatever he wanted. She didn’t know if this was tied to the bonding thing or the fact that she just needed to feel him inside her. She shifted, and in that same moment, she sensed him shifting, too.
His palms cupped her hips and lifted her until she was on her hands and knees. Then he wrapped one arm around her belly and used the other hand to grab his cock. He rubbed it against her soaked slit, and she leaned her head against his shoulder and moaned.
“So wet, Lilly. You want me to fuck you just as bad as I want to take you, don’t you?”
She moaned. God, he was right, but she wasn’t going to tell him that.
He growled behind her at her refusal to admit the truth and plunged into her with one hard thrust.
She screamed and bucked against him, her sensitive tissues flaring to life. He bit her neck as he pounded into her.
“You’ll fucking say it,” he demanded.
“No,” she breathed. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.
He pushed her shoulders down to the ground, forcing her ass up in the air, and fucked her harder. She panted, her orgasm building so fast she was already lost. Her pussy convulsed. Her spine tingled.
She was so close she knew she was about to go over, and she didn’t care. She wanted it. She needed it. She needed Jack to give it to her.
He stopped and pulled out, still holding her down. She was empty, lonely, aching. She felt wetness hit her back and realized he was sweating with the effort to either hold her in place or hold back his own release.
“Say it, Lilly.”
Oh God, he wasn’t going to let her come. He was going to torture them both until he got what he wanted.
“You’re the devil! Just fuck me.”
“Say it.”
She groaned and tried rubbing her ass against his erection to entice him back into the warmth of her velvet heat.
“I will masturbate and use my seed to mark your back if you don’t tell me the truth right now, damn you!”
“Yes! Yes, I want you to fuck me. I want you to take me. To own me. To—”
He knifed into her, and she screamed.
“God, I want you so bad, Lilly.”
She wanted him too, and she knew she was going to hate herself for it. She was at her body’s mercy. Maybe it was the lack of sex or how strong and sexy Jack was, but right now, she just needed this.
And so she gave herself over to it. She grabbed handfuls of grass and arched her back as much as she could, allowing him to take her as deeply as he could. Each time he pushed into her, he hit her cervix and she whimpered, “So good.”
She came on a sobbing scream, and seconds later, Jack roared