Maisie
rcer was clever, pinning my back against his chest and locking both my wrists in one massive hand, restraining without giving my greedy fingers any chance to reach him.
It felt like the worst kind of torture.
"We’re trying to keep you safe, Adams—"
I headbutted him. Hard.
rcer grunted in pain but didn’t loosen his grip. I thrashed like a wild animal, every filthy curse I’d ever heard spilling out of my mouth. Words that made even blush. But no matter how hard I fought or how desperately I begged, he refused to give what I needed.
"Why won’t you fuck ?!" I cried, voice breaking with desperate frustration. "Is it because I’m not as pretty as Tessa? I promise I can mate better than her."
The only response I got was a hoarse laugh. I added, "I’ll take what you give ."
Nothing. He didn’t stop walking.
"Just the tip? I’ll be good, I swear it."
"Boring!" my Lycan cackled. "Offer him your throat next. Tell him he can choke you while he breeds us. He likes it rough, rember?"
"Shut up!" I scread internally, mortified.
rcer’s laugh turned strained. "I’m going to remind you of every single word later, wildcat. In detail."
He still wasn’t going to give what I needed. If he got down that bedroom, I was going back to being chained and locked up. I didn’t want that. I wanted to be bent over. I wanted to be on my back. I wanted my legs parted, spread, lifted high in the air.
So I stopped fighting against him and deployed a different tactic. "Put down, rcer. I can walk."
"Nice try."
"I’m serious! Your disgusting, aty hands are making my skin crawl."
The lie worked. The second he loosened his grip I spun, tackled him exactly like he’d taught in training, and took him down to the floor.
He grunted in surprise as I landed on top of him, straddling his hips. My heavy breasts swayed inches from his face as I rolled my hips in filthy, desperate circles, leaving a slick, shiny trail all over the front of his dark trousers.
rcer hissed, his cheeks flushed dark. "Adams..." his voice was a strangled rasp. "Don’t do that."
I did it harder.
"Please—please—" I sobbed. "I need you inside right now. I’ll die if you don’t fill up—"
rcer’s hands flexed on my waist like he was two seconds from giving in. His eyes kept darting from mine to my breasts, like he couldn’t tell what to look at.
I encouraged him and lowered my aching buds to his lips. rcer trembled underneath , shutting his eyes as they began to flash green to black to green and stayed black.
He lost the battle and stars shot behind my eyes as clamped his lips around the reddened, pulsing crest.
My moan was guttural enough to draw the attention of the others, and every man in the room grew frenzied.
It turned into pure bedlam and I barely noticed the fight.
Not as rcer’s hot tongue ran over my nipple, his arms wrapping around my center as he crushed closer and twisted us, so that I was underneath him and he was kneeling between my thighs.
My back arched, my insides quivering as I peaked to a startling high point, but rather than co down from it, it only worsened as I ca against rcer’s thigh.
It didn’t feel like release. It felt like a match had been lit inside , and I wanted even more than before. Like gasoline had been poured over a crackling fla. Anything would have sufficed. I would’ve grinded on a pole, a stick, a table leg, a fucking toothbrush if I found one.
The musky, tangy scent of my arousal was so heavy, it choked and worsened my state of arousal.
I thrusted against rcer’s leg, sobbing for more and I cried madly when he was also thrown off by Jericho.
rcer snarled at Jericho, more animal than rational like I was, and Jericho snarled back. Sothing passed between them and I despised it because I realized it ant I wouldn’t get what I needed.
Before I could lash out at Jericho in anger, he dropped down beside , one big hand sliding into my hair. And he kissed . It was deep, slow and devastatingly sensual.
Oh goddess, yes.
His tongue stroked mine like a promise, like he was finally going to give everything I needed.
I lted instantly, moaning into his mouth, pressing my aching breasts against his chest.
Finally. I reached for his belt, frantic.
"That’s it, malyshka," he murmured against my lips, voice low and coaxing. "Co with . I’ll take care of you."
I whimpered eagerly and let him lift into his arms. My legs wrapped around Jericho’s waist as he carried through the chaos, kissing the whole way like he was devouring . I rocked against the hard ridge in his pants, whimpering every ti the friction hit my swollen clit.
The hallway blurred. Jericho’s hands were everywhere, gripping my ass, steadying , teasing the curve of my breasts, but never coming close enough. I was so lost in the kiss I barely noticed when we crossed the threshold back into that bedroom.
He laid down on the massive bed, still kissing senseless, his body covering mine. I arched up desperately, trying to pull him on top of .
Then—click.
Cold steel snapped around my right wrist.
My eyes flew open. "What—?"
Click.
The left wrist followed, locking both arms above my head.
"No!" I cried, yanking hard against the cuffs. The chain rattled but held. "Jericho, no! Please—I need you. I need soone. Don’t leave like this!"
Jericho stood at the edge of the bed, chest heaving, eyes pure black with lust. His jaw was clenched so tight it looked painful. For a mont I thought he might break and take anyway.
Instead, he dragged a hand down his face and took one shaky step back.
"I’m sorry, malyshka," he rasped, voice rough as gravel. "Not like this. Not when you’re not yourself."
He turned and walked out, slamming the heavy door behind him. I heard the lock engage.
I scread in frustration, thrashing against the cuffs, thighs rubbing desperately together for any kind of relief. My body was on fire. Empty. Aching. Dripping.
"Let out!" I showed furiously.
Tears of humiliation and unbearable need stung my eyes as I yanked uselessly at the chains.
This was actual hell.
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