Page 85 of Crucible
“It’s not my fault, Thorin.”
His blue gaze softens and then I feel his thumb stroke my engorged clit like a caress. “No. It’s not, baby. It’s mine.”
“Please don’t this,” I beg with tears in my eyes that will never fall. “This can’t really be the kind of man you are.”
My statement hits its mark, and he snatches his hand away like I struck him. For the length of a single breath, he actually looks like I’d gotten through. “What the fuck do you know about me, huh? You don’t know shit.”
“I know you want to hurt me. I know I never did anything to deserve the way you treat me. I know I don’t want this.”
“Jesus, Aurelia. Why can’t you just shut the fuck up sometimes?” Thorin sits back, rubs his temples, and sighs. Despite his so-called stress, his hard-on never goes away. It stands tall and imposing like a threat. “I don’t want to hurt you. This doesn’t have to be a bad experience for either of us. Just don’t fight me, and it can be good for you too.”
“No.”
Thorin drops his hands and just stares at me.
It’s just like a man to think wanting autonomy over my body makes me unreasonable.
“Yeah, well, you know what I think?” He grabs both of my thighs and forces them apart before climbing between them. I try to buck him off, but he’s too heavy. Thorin has a hand over my mouth before I can scream again, but I do it anyway, rightinto his palm. “I think you do want it,” he whispers roughly. I scream again behind his palm when he lines up his cock with my pussy. “I think it turns you on telling us no. I think if I fucked this little cunt right now, you’ll scream for me and it won’t be to stop.”
I moan in horror when he presses forward and does exactly that.
Thorin forces his thick cock inside me while I shake my head and scream obscenities.
He doesn’t go slow like Khalil, letting me get used to his length. Thorin plows all the way inside until it should be impossible for him to go any further.
And then he removes his hand from my mouth pushes inside until his balls rest against my ass.
He gets so deep I yelp loud enough to wake the cabin.
Thorin leers down at me as he starts fucking me with short, brutal thrusts. “Does that feel good, wolf?” That is the third time he’s called me that. What happened to songbird? What changed? My head rolls to the side as I moan and wrap my legs around his waist. “Yeah, you want it harder, don’t you? Tell me you love it when I take what’s mine.”
“I’m not yours,” I remind him with my eyes closed. “Ihateyou.”
Thorin growls, and I tighten around his cock at the animalistic sound. “I hate you too,” he returns without any of the venom. “You drive me fucking insane.”
A moment later, I feel his lips on my shoulder, kissing and sucking and biting as he pounds in and out of me. My fingers slip through his blond hair and hold tight as I lift my shoulders off the rug enough to peer over his and watch the heady vision of his powerful body working and using me.
“Oh, God,” I whisper as I watch. “Oh,God.” I can’t look away from the flexing muscles in his ass.Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.
Ruining my fun because he’s a dick, Thorin flips me onto my stomach and yanks me onto my knees. He shoves back inside me hard enough to drive me forward until my chin is hovering over the bear’s head whose body we’re fucking on like some fucked up threesome.
I think about my dream and how savage the guys looked wearing those masks.
And then I imagine how much more intense this coupling would be if Thorin was wearing one right now while I’m on all fours for him, and he’s grunting and growling like my own twisted version of the Beast.
“Oh, my God,” I whine long and low when my hips finally start moving on their own. “Oh, my God, I’m going to come.”
My breasts sway when Thorin picks up the pace and rides me like he’s testing if I’m truly indestructible.
It feels like we’remating.
The sound of our sweaty skin clapping echoes around the cabin, and I don’t even care about being overheard. Seth and Khalil will know I enjoyed what Thorin is doing to me, just as I didn’t totally hate last night with Khalil.
My fingers curl into the low pile of the rug when I start to come. I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my scream, but it’s no use hiding it from him.
I know he feels me coming when he makes a strangled sound in his throat.
Thorin takes hold of my hair while I come and yanks my head back so that his lips are next to my ear. “How many times, Aurelia? How often did you fantasize about having your little pussy ravaged? Once? Twice?”
