I shake my head in denial. "I didn't lie." My voice shakes, but whether from desire or fear, I'm not entirely sure.
"There you go again," he tsks.
His hand dips lower, boldly stroking the inside of my thighs as he uses his legs to force me into a wider stance. I grind my teeth together to hold back the moan that threatens to spill past my lips.
"I'm going to give you a second chance to come clean, because despite what you think, I'm not a complete asshole."
I start to laugh, but the sound dies in my throat when I feel the ridge of his cock dig into my ass, hard and demanding. What is he doing to me? We don't get along. We definitely don't like one another. But the level of need I feel right now is like nothing I've felt before, which is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time because this is bad. So fucking bad.
"Do you want me to fuck you, kitten?" My mouth goes dry as he thrusts against me, pressing his cock against the crack of my ass as he mimics fucking me. "Do you want to beg for my cock as I thrust deep inside you?"
My pussy clenches and his vulgar words almost undo me. I swallow hard and manage to deliver a shaky denial. "No."
He stops moving and exhales a sigh full of resignation, as if my response somehow pains him. "I did warn you," he says, his voice tinged with regret. And okay yeah, lying to a wolf is probably not my smartest move. Shifters can scent strong emotions, those who are Alpha’s or hunter-born even more so than most, so he definitely scented that lie.
I swallow hard, wondering what he intends to do next. I’ve never seen him like this. He’s always been so restrained. So in control. We fight, sure, but with words. This isn’t anything like our usual battles. This is like going to war, and I am wholly outmatched and unprepared for this kind of fight.
One hand reaches around me and undoes the button on my jeans. "Last chance," he offers, but words die on my tongue. My thighs tighten in anticipation. Is he...are we going to...
His fingers hook into my jeans, dragging them over my hips and exposing my rear. He leaves my underwear in place, but all I’m wearing is a hot pink thong that leaves my entire backside on display. "Fuck," he groans and cups my ass cheeks, spreading them with his fingers while also pushing me forward, father across the table until the tops of my thighs can't go any further.
"Tell me to stop," he growls. "If you're not okay with this, whatever the fuck is about to happen right now, tell me now." He runs his fingers down the crack of my ass until he reaches my pussy and presses his fingers into me through the soaked fabric of my panties. My legs quake.
I should do what he suggests, tell him to stop, but I'm drunk on desire, feeling like I'll explode if he stops touching me, so I keep my lips pressed together and shake my head. I'll regret this come morning.
I won't be able to pretend this didn't happen. I won't be able to forget his hands on me or the sensation of him thrusting between my thighs. This is a mistake and I know it. I just don't fucking care.
Desmond twists his hand in my hair and I instinctively know what comes next. It's no surprise when he yanks on it, forcing my back to arch and my chin to jut forward. He seems to like that, pulling my hair. And I can't say that I'm complaining about it.
I don't have a lot of experience in this arena. I've fooled around before, sure. Given head. Had my pussy eaten out. But I haven't gone all the way with anyone. I'm not saving myself for marriage or anything like that, I just never cared about any of my past boyfriends enough to spread my legs for them. My tiger didn’t purr for them. Didn't want to be marked by them. The way she does for him.
I've never been with a guy like this. One who my being responds to on a visceral level.
Des shifts to the side, no longer between my thighs, but he doesn't let go of my hair. He winds it around his fist, tightening his hold as his other hand hooks beneath the fabric of my panties and a lone finger slips between my wet slit.
I moan when he finds my clit, brushing his finger over the sensitive nub.
“Desmond …” I gasp, and his finger moves faster against me, my hips rearing back of their own accord. The pain in my scalp and the pleasure between my thighs has pure heat zipping down my spine. My toes curl and I’m panting heavy, my release so incredibly close.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he mutters under his breath right before he withdraws his finger from between my legs and his palm slaps my bare ass cheek. I yelp, jolting forward, but the table makes it impossible to go anywhere.
Holy fuck."Did you just spank me?"
Instead of answering, he spanks my other cheek and I slap my palm against the table, a snarl pouring from my throat.
"I warned you what would happen if you didn't tell the truth." He massages my burning flesh, lessening the sting a bit, only to slap me again. I cry out, but the sound is cut off when he releases my hair only to wrap his hand over my mouth.
"Shhhh...." he whispers. "Keep making that sound and someone is bound to come and investigate what is going on in here."
I try to shift away from him. When he said he was going to punish me for lying, I didn't expect this.
He chuckles, like my attempt at escape amuses him. "I'm not done with you yet. I think you deserve at least two more.” A fourth smack is delivered and I scream, but his palm muffles the sound.
"Your ass turns the prettiest shade of pink,” he tells me, and I whimper against his palm.
He squeezes my ass, trailing his fingers over each cheek and between my cleft. He said two more, but he’s only delivered one, and the anticipation of what is still to come grips my chest.
Desmond lets go of my mouth and shifts behind me, pressing his erection against me. “Want to try again?” he asks, rocking his hips against me. “Tell me the truth and maybe I’ll consider giving you what you want. Beg for my cock the way we both know you want to.”