There’s a flash of something in his gaze I can’t quite put my finger on. His hold tightens on my ass and his dick strains against his jeans, pressing firmly between my thighs. What was I thinking wrapping my legs around him like this?
As if hearing my thoughts, Desmond smirks.Asshole.I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Using his shoulders for leverage, I raise myself up a few inches and roll my hips over his length in a long caress. He sucks in a breath, his eyes dark and filled with challenge. Take that, asshole.
Holding his stare, I do it again, and his entire body trembles with need. I'm not blind. Despite his earlier words, he wants me. He won't after today, and I can live with that, but right now at this very moment, Desmond Pierce wants to fuck me, and knowing that sends a flood of euphoria surging through me. This means he's no longer in control here. I'm the one with all the power now.
"Don't start something you can't finish."
"Why not? It's not like you could possibly want me, right? So why would me doing this," I grind my pussy against him again, liquid heat soaking my panties and the scent of my arousal filling the air, "matter to you? You can't possibly be affected, right?"
He doesn't say a word, but when I give another deliberate roll of my hips, he digs his fingers into my ass cheeks and thrusts upward, grinding his dick into me in response.
To my complete horror, a purr escapes me, and he levels me with a knowing smirk.
I dig my short nails into his shoulders as he dry humps me against the classroom door in long languid thrusts and Oh. My. God. That feels good.
One of his hands comes up to knead my breast and I shamelessly arch into his touch. He growls against the corner of my mouth and the sound snaps something in me, lifting some of the pleasure-induced haze from my eyes.
Why do I let him make me feel like this? I fucking hate him.
Taking a deep breath, I lean forward, licking and biting my way up his neck until my lips graze the shell of his ear. "What would you do if I told you to fuck me?" I whisper and swirl my tongue along his flesh, tasting the salt on his skin.
His sharp intake of breath lets me know I've surprised him and he freezes, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes are drowning in need, his wolf staring back at me with a fierce hunger, but there's a hint of confusion too, so I decide to taunt him some more. I make a show of licking my lips and his eyes immediately drop to my mouth.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
He doesn't answer, but his muscles strain against his skin, the veins in his neck protruding.
"I bet you'd like it even more if I begged for it. Got down on my knees and showed you just how bad I—"
His fist tangles in my hair and he yanks my face toward his, tilting my head so his lips can capture my own. His kiss is savage and hungry as he claims my mouth with his tongue in long greedy stokes. I moan into his mouth, and that only seems to spur the beast inside him on. I can sense the moment he gives up control and relinquishes himself to his wolf’s instincts.
His grip holds me in place, leaving me no choice but to accept his punishing kiss. The hand in my hair moves to the side of my neck in a possessive hold while the other continues to hold me up, kneading my ass. He pulls away from the door and carries me further into the room, his mouth never leaving mine until I feel a solid surface beneath me.
Desmond sets me down on a long table, but he doesn't release me. "That what you want?" he asks, and it takes me a few seconds to remember what I said to him before that kiss. "You want me to fuck you while you beg for my cock?"
God, yes.Not that I’ll ever admit it out loud. Instead, I lean back, pressing my palms on the table to hold myself up. His hand slips from my neck right as I say, "No thanks. I think I'm good." Careful to keep my voice flat and free of emotion.
I allow a smirk to curl the corners of my mouth as I raise both brows, giving him a disinterested look.
He glares at me in disbelief and then something in him shifts. Tension crackles like lightning between us, and I fight not to squirm under his intense stare. It’s the stare of an Alpha, demanding me to get in line, but Desmond isn’t my Alpha and despite the urge I have to bow my head, to look away and offer him my submission, that's all it is. An urge driven by instinct, but one I don’t actually have to listen to.
"You almost had me," he tsks with an amused laugh. "Almost. But if you think for one second I'm going to buy that mouthful of lies, guess again, kitten." He steps into me, cupping my sex and driving the heel of his palm against me. "Your soaked pussy doesn't lie. I can smell your need and feel how wet you are through your jeans.”
My eyes pop wide and my heart beats frantically against my chest before I can pull myself together enough to bite out, "Screw you."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He smirks, palm still pressed firmly against my center. My hips lift off the table of their own volition when he pushes down on my clit. I gasp, biting back a moan, and my cheeks burn with humiliation, but I can't find it in me to tell him to stop. It feels so good.
“I don’t like liars,” he grunts, his eyes locked on his hand between my legs.Wait. What?He drags my hips to the edge of the table until my butt is about to slide off. Then he spreads my legs, creating enough room for him to step between them. He makes no effort to mask his desire as he slams his lips down on mine again and groans into my mouth right before he fists my hair and jerks my head back, tearing his lips from mine and leaving me to stare up at the ceiling. He scrapes his teeth along the column of my throat, nipping and sucking on my sensitive skin.
I gasp, and a fresh wave of pleasure filters through me, igniting every cell in my body.
He runs his nose up the side of my neck, inhaling me as he says, “So, I have to punish you." There's a note of regret in his voice, and the next thing I know, he's spun me around to face the opposite wall. My feet hit the floor, my body bent over the desk and my ass thrust out toward him. One hand presses down on the center of my spine, effectively pinning me in place as the other roams over my hip, trailing down to my ass.
"What am I being punished for?" My heart rate picks up. The human half of me wants to fight him off, shout at him for daring to pin me down like this, but my tiger is damn near purring. Loving this display of dominance from him.
"You lied to me."