10. Isabelle

10

ISABELLE

I stretch languidly, pulling my arms over my head and pointing my toes. Beside me, Luka growls and takes advantage of my exposed body. Running his hands up my sides to cup my breasts and then squeezing them hard enough to make me hiss. Then he trails his fingers down my belly and between my legs to slide them though the mess he made.

I barely have a chance to arch up to meet his seeking fingers when he takes them away and drops a stinging slap across my thigh.

"Stomach. Now," he orders.

My eyes narrow at him as I slowly reach above me for a pillow, tucking it under me when I roll onto my front with a humph. Sliding my knees up so my ass is arched up in the air, I look back at him from over my shoulder.

Luka's dark gaze is locked on my ass as he reaches out to draw his fingers over the pert swells. A low purr rumbles from deep in his chest as he glides his fingers over one cheek then the other. The bed rocks as he shifts his weight, moving behind me so he can palm both, digging his fingertips into my supple flesh before spreading them apart.

"Mmm," I hum, resting my cheek on top of my folded arms without taking my eyes from him.

Bending over me, a warm puff of air is my only warning as his tongue flicks and teases across my dark crinkle

"You're so dirty." I quiver. Each lick unleashing an unexpected wave of pleasure that has me squirming under him.

He makes a chuffing sound that reminds me of his beast, and my heart speeds up in my chest. He wouldn't let his beast have me like this…would he?

"Luka?" I whimper as he laves at my asshole, getting it nice and wet. I shouldn't like this. It shouldn't feel this good, but my hips are growing restless. My knees spread and I drop myself down so I can grind my needy pussy against the pillow I tucked under me.

"Fuck, Izzy," he rasps.

Leaning back, he strokes his fingers through my slit, scooping up our mingled cum to paint my asshole with it. Over and over, he dips his fingers and brings them to my ass. Every now and then leaning down to breathe in our combined scent.

"Are you ready for me, princeza ?" he asks as he sinks two fingers deep into my ass. They slide in easily, after the play we've already had and all the cum and saliva, but I still hiss at the burn from my ring of muscle being pulled taut.

"Luka," I moan as he pumps his fingers in and out, slipping deeper and deeper with each press.

"More?" he asks.

"Don't make me wait," I beg, lifting my ass to meet each thrust.

When he adds a third finger, I whimper.

"Are you sure?"

"Luka, please," I beg. "Stop teasing and fuck my ass like you promised."

Even as I spit out the words, my palms grow clammy and I grip the pillow under me with all my strength. I know he'll make it so good. It's the initial pain that I'm anxious about. Because I know there will be pain. His cock is far bigger than his fingers, and just those have my skin breaking out in a sweat.

He pulls his hand free with a dark chuckle and gooseflesh breaks out across my back. My mouth goes dry, and I slow my breathing. Oh, gods. This is really going to happen.

"Shhh," he hushes me with a soft brush of his hands up and down my back. "I'll be as gentle as I can."

"Just do it!" I snap, jerking my chin over my shoulder to glare at him.

Luka's hands settle on my hips, and he pulls me back into him. He spreads my knees with his so he can fit between them and he presses down on my back.

"Reach back," he orders. "Hold your cheeks wide for me."

With my cheek and shoulders pressed to the mattress, I do as I'm told. Reaching back with both hands, I spread myself for him.

"Mmm, that's my good girl," he rumbles deeply just before I feel him, hot, hard, and so thick against the seam of my ass where he slides his cock through the slippery mess we've made. I moan when several warm drops of pre-cum land on my back before sliding down my crack to add to the lubrication.

"Luka," I whine.

His hands cover mine on my cheeks, and he spreads me wider as he keeps sliding up and down between them.

"Do you want me to fuck this tight little asshole?" he growls and then presses the tip of his cock against my pucker, but not enough to breach.

"I've told you, ye—ahhh!"

With no warning, he pushes through my tight ring, stealing my words and most of my air. Forcing me to stretch around his impossible thickness. He tunnels past my resistance in a single thrust.

" Fuck!" he breathes against my back, and I whimper. "You're even tighter than I thought you'd be."

He shifts his weight, and I can't hold back my whimper from the slight movement.

"Shhh, baby girl," he grunts. A moment later I feet a warm glob of his spit land on my ass, right where we're joined. "Breathe for me, Izzy."

No sooner do I suck a breath in, he shoves even more of his cock into my poor little hole. "Ow!" I groan, pressing my face into the soft bedding.

"Just a little more," Luka assures me.

I gnash my teeth. "You're such a liar."

He chuckles darkly and begins a slow rocking press and retreat.

I pull my hands away from my ass and bring them up to the sides of my head, where I clench handfuls of bedding in my fists as he feeds inch after inch of his length into my back hole. Despite the pain, there is also a dark excitement at knowing he's forcing himself into a place he shouldn't be going.

"That's it, Izzy," he breathes, reaching around to stroke his fingers between my legs. I cry out at the first brush against my clit, and he breathes into my ear. "Yeah, just like that, rub yourself on my fingers."

The fullness in my ass in addition to the stimulation of my clit has my hips rolling to meet each of his thrusts. Tentatively at first, then harder as my muscles slowly loosen. We both moan when he finally bottoms out and his balls press up against me.

"Fuck, Izzy," Luka grunts, sliding his palms up and down my ass cheeks before spreading them wide. "I wish you could see how fucking amazing you look stretched so tight around my cock."

Chills skitter across my skin when his fingers slide between my legs to circle around my sensitive clit again. My eyes roll back, and his name falls from my lips in a breathy chant.

Luka starts thrusting slowly. Sliding out all the way, then slowly pushing back in until his hips come up flush against my cheeks. Again. All the way out and all the way in. Taking his time with slow, lazy thrusts. Pulling out then driving deep. All the while his fingers tease my clit, building up my orgasm until I'm rocking back to meet each of his thrusts.

"Do you like this?" he asks, his voice deep with just the hint of his beast's growl. "You like having your ass fucked?"

"Yes!" I gasp. "Yes. More, Luka."

He starts thrusting harder, faster. "That's my vampir kurva . My princeza ."

When my pussy starts to quiver, he slides his hand teasing my clit up my body to curl around my throat. Pressing his fingers against the arteries and cutting off just enough flow to make me lightheaded.

"Come for me, Izzy," Luka snarls against my ear as he pounds in and out of my ass. "Come for your male. Come for your beast."

His fingers tighten around my throat and my mouth falls open as the tightness in my belly sends heat flooding to my empty pussy.

" Bite …" I gasp. "Luka, please bite… claim …" My limbs begin to tremble as my lungs seize up and I'm being twisted tighter and tighter, " Please …"

His frantic thrusts suddenly slow. "You want me to claim you?"

I nod my head. I'm so close. So close…

"After everything you've done…" His hand disappears from around my throat, and he drives deep before rearing back, pulling my ass up higher.

I start to push myself up on my arms, but he pushes me back down by the back of my neck. Forcing my face into the bed as he starts to fuck me violently. Tears leak from my eyes as I hover at the very brink of my orgasm.

"You think your ass is so good that I'd forget everything you've done? You think a couple orgasms is enough to erase the way you cuckolded me for years?"

I cry out when he brings his other hand down on my ass with a loud crack. The flare of pain adds to the agony that's twisting me up inside. "Please, Luka. I need?—"

"I've dreamed of hearing those words from you," he leans over me to whisper in my ear. "Stroked myself off while imagining hearing you beg, just like this."

His hips never stop their hard rhythm, dragging the promise of my orgasm on and on and on.

"I should do just that," he tells me darkly, "I should claim you, bind you to me and then punish you for your discretions, knowing you can't escape me again."

I whimper and fight his hold on me, but it's a useless struggle. I'm completely at his mercy as he keeps me on the knife's edge of my orgasm.

"But I'm not going to."

I blink my eyes wide. "No… Luka, please ?—"

His hand cracks against my ass again and I yelp.

The hand pressing down on my neck squeezes and then he lets me go. I think that he's going to stop; to withhold the beautiful promise of pleasure he keeps teasing me with. Instead, he grabs me by the elbows and hauls me up onto my knees so that my back is pressed to his front. I cry out when the coil in my belly twists tighter. This new position has him sinking even deeper in my ass. He clamps his hand around the front of my throat, while sliding the other between my thighs to work my clit. Not with gentle, teasing stroke, this time he rubs at it furiously, driving the air from my lungs as my denied orgasm slams into me.

With tears streaming down my face, I scream and writhe in his arms while his fingers and cock drag out my orgasm until my vision starts to go spotty.

"When I claim you, it won't be in the middle of an orgasm that is muddling your thinking," he promises as he starts moving inside me again. Timing his thrusts with the rough strokes of his fingers as I clench around him. "When I finally give you my bite, you'll be clear headed. You'll have to prove that you want me, not my faction or status. Me ."

"Luka," I whimper, as my orgasm begins to ebb. Turning my head to the side, I press my nose to the side of his neck and breathe in his scent. I can smell his coppery blood running just beneath the thin layer of skin.

"Izzy," he pants back, his hips work in and out of me hard and fast, pressing me back to meet each thrust with the hand teasing between my legs. "Fuck princeza , come for me again. Now!"

His hips punch deep and hold just as I open my mouth and set my teeth to the side of his throat. With the first scalding lash of his cum, I bite down and moan when the hot flood of his blood fills my mouth.

"That's it," he moans, rocking with each pulse of cum, "drink from me, Izzy."

And I do. Moaning as another orgasm has me clenching and quaking around his cock. Moaning against his soft skin as his life force warms a path down my throat and into my belly.

With my teeth sunk deep he lets go of my pussy and wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly as he empties himself deep into my bowls. When he softens enough to slide out of my ass, along with a sticky gush of his cum. I lick my bite closed and he eases us back down to the bed where I curl up against him like a kitten.

Completely sated, I can't keep my eyes open as I lazily stroke my hand across his chest. I don't blame him for not wanting to claim me. Not after everything I've done. I should have fought for him, for us, but I didn't. I was weak and now I have a mate who doesn't trust me, with good reason.

"I promise," I tell him just as sleep starts to drag me down.

"What do you promise?" he asks.

"To prove myself."

His soft sigh is the last thing I hear before I'm dragged under by exhaustion.