NOT AGAIN
DONOVAN’S POV
"You're going to be good for me, aren't you?" I murmured against his neck, my voice a low purr that vibrated in the quiet space between me and the man shivering beneath me, entirely at my mercy.
His body was firm beneath me, the heat of his skin against my thighs as I straddled his hips…. I could not see his face though, I did not need to. All I wanted to do was to possess him, make him scream for me.
“Unghhh...”
His words came apart as strangled moans. I rolled my hips, my wetness grinding against the hard ridge of his member.
I liked this.
The power that someone like me could be able to control this hard build of pure muscle. It was intoxicating, and I planned to draw this out forever.
He was like an aphrodisiac, and I was a willing addict.
My hands pressed flat against his chest, fingers splayed, feeling the frantic drumbeat of his heart. I leaned down, letting my n*****s brush against his ember skin, hard little points of sensation making him arch up into me.
"Eager little thing," I whispered against the shell of his ear before I bit down on the lobe, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him yelp. "But you don't get to move. Not unless I say so."
“Please, Master.”
I dragged my nails lightly, leaving faint pink lines along the way, enjoying the tiny hisses that escaped his mouth.
“Stay still.”
My command was simple, and I watched him twitch, forcing every muscle to obey.
I patted his cheek twice. “Good boy, I think it is time for your reward.”
I shifted my weight, positioning myself so. The head of his c**k nudged against my entrance, and I pushed just the tip inside—a teasing, shallow invasion.
“Unghhh.”
The groan was loud, vibrating throughout the entire room.
I lifted myself from his c**k. “I thought I told you to be quiet?”
"Please," he choked out; it sounded like a f*****g gift. "Please, Master, I need..."
"What do you need?" I asked.
“I need you.”
That was all it took for me to slam down hard on his c**k, taking it to the hilt. The sudden fullness made me gasp, but it was not enough to make me stop; my pace was slow and punishing... total control was in my hands.
“How much do you deserve this?”
“I'll do anything, Master…. anything.”
I felt invincible, the power that was in my veins hot and intoxicating; moans dripped from his lips, lewd like poisoned honey, every word nothing short of pure devotion.
I rode him faster, and harder, each stroke reaching the deepest depths of my abdomen, his hands laying limply by his side, with no power to touch me. I licked along his ear and murmured, "Scream for me."
“PLEASE MASTER LET ME c*m!!!”
He bared his neck for me, and I extended my fangs... my o****m was already around the corner, my body already sent to the highest level of cloud nine—
I shot out of bed with a gasp.
Drenched in sweat and my panties already so soaked that I knew that I would just have to throw them away. I ignored my rapidly beating heart and ran a frustrated hand through my hair.
“Not again!”
This was the third time this week that I had had this f*****g dream, and I don don’t even want to say how many times that I had this same dream over the last couple of months.
It had always been like this ever since my twentieth birthday. I had the same dream: a faceless man lay helpless under me while he begged me to do filthy things to him, and each time, just as I was at the brink of reaching an o****m, I woke up… this was so much worse than an alarm clock.
At this point, I would even much rather wake up to the sound of the training bells.
I could not take it anymore, waking up unsatisfied and irritated and having to take care of my situation over in the shower.
I took an exceptionally long shower for obvious reasons before getting dressed into my workout clothes. I was already way behind, and I just knew that Zara was going to chew my head off for it.
“Miss Donovan—”
I rolled my eyes so hard that I was even shocked that they did not get stuck in the back of my head; I did not even get to close my room door first this time.
“What do you want, Martha?” I asked.
And while I knew that I should show more respect to the oldest housekeeper in the pack house, what was about to come out of her mouth was the exact same words that she had been saying to me every morning since I learned how to handle a dagger.
And every morning since then, it had always managed to get on my nerves.
And right now was literally the worst time ever because all the pressure in my groin was putting me in the prissiest mood ever.
“Your mother said that you are not allowed to go—”
“I don’t give a f**k about what my mother said,” I retorted, cutting her off, but it seemed that was not enough to send a proper message because she still opened her mouth to continue talking, so I said more. “I am the next in line in this pack, and if you do not let me pass right this instant, I guarantee you that you will face the consequences for disrespecting your future leader faster than you can say please.”
This time I think she really got the message because she lowered her head and stepped aside.
I plastered a fake smile on my face and batted my eyelashes at her. “Thank you.”
Once I got outside, Zara was already waiting for me.
“I thought you would never come,” she said, throwing a dagger at me, which I caught effortlessly.
I scoffed. “As if.”
“You know, if you continue acting like this, you are going to make yourself a whole lot of enemies.”
I rolled my eyes. “Most people here despise me already, so what is the harm in making a few more enemies?”
She laughed, shaking her head. “You are such a bitch.”
I shrugged. “Are we going to keep chatting, or are we going to spar?”
She smirked, her eyes already getting that wicked gleam in them. “A chance to beat you up…? My pleasure.”
