CEO's Runaway Mate and Her Cubs

Smut content. (It escaped my control, but I swear, this is the last one for now.)

Rider pulled her hair a little, and she groaned again. Her frustration rose up, and she scoffed against the table.

Why was everything he did so good? And why couldn't he do just a little more and allow her to climax? Just two of his actions combined would have been enough, she was sure!

Yet, he was keeping her still and kissing her. The only way to convince him, apparently, was begging.

Her face turned red, this time not because of arousal alone. It was a little humiliating. But what else could she do? She was powerless, and she had accepted to play his game by his rules.

«P-please,» she stuttered.

«Oh, my girl is very polite,» he chuckled. «I said beg, though.»

«I... I beg you,» she spat out.

Her temperature rose by a few degrees, and her body felt it with even more clarity when he caressed her hips. His chest disappeared from her back, leaving her in the cold.

Yet, even the chilly air was pleasant. Anything, anything at all was okay at that point.

She wouldn't have allowed him to torture her like that anytime soon. Conventional sex was all they were going to do from then on.

Her heart had stopped beating several times, only to start pounding without rest. Her lungs were aching, and she didn't know anymore if it was because of too much air or the absence of it. Not to mention her lower body... Her knees had long since abandoned her, and she was leaning on the table with most of her weight.

«I haven't heard it,» he rebuked, his tone neutral but his hands possessively caressing her hips.

He was getting ready to finally do what she wanted!

That realisation made her forget all about the humiliation, and she repeated her words with more enthusiasm than she had forecasted.

«I beg you,» she said, «just fuck me!»

His fingers sank in her skin, hurting her a little bit. He slammed into her with more strength than before, and she realised that - finally - he had lost his firm intent. She had succeeded, even after much sacrifice.

Her smile didn't last long because she cried in pleasure with the second thrust. Rider started pumping, this time both hard and fast; he didn't give her only one side of his love, but he showed her both his sides, the savage and the sensual one.

«Oh, yes,» she whined, scratching the top of the table with her nails.

She observed the signs she left, realising that she would have to pay for that as well. What was the accounting assistant going to think while reading the report of her expenses?

Rider's hands moved lower from her hips, grabbing her butt for better stability. He pulled it up, unconcerned for her weak knees.

His violent assault made her slip on the table, her nipples teased by the hard material with each and every thrust. Her hair was messy and annoying on her face, so she closed her eyes to ignore it and focus only on what was happening to the rest of her body.

Her inner walls started aching from the friction, burning and screaming without mercy. Pleasure built up inside her, and it exploded when Rider gave a final, brutal push.

She heard him come, groaning and pulling her closer, before being overwhelmed by her own climax. She screamed out everything while her body contorted in that man's arms. Her nails... Oh, no. Her claws destroyed the wood under her fingertips, her breast still pressed down. She didn't know where it started: whether down, where their bodies were one or from her nipples teased by the movement.

Her legs lost any use, and she cowered on the table. A pair of strong arms kept her from falling, and she abandoned herself to the feelings.

She didn't know how long it lasted, but she was on the bed when she regained her senses. The jolts of pleasure hadn't abandoned her yet, but she saw Rider by her side, still clothed.

He pressed his lips on her forehead and caressed her skin with tender caresses, allowing her to calm down without hurry.

He swallowed when she regained her sight. His expression was a little worried and - just a little - guilty.

«I'm sorry,» he said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. «I was a brute.»

She nestled by his side, inhaling his scent entangled with her lust.

Samantha could finally have the confirmation: she liked him brute as well. She was falling deeper and deeper in the pit she had tried to avoid.

Yet, she couldn't consider facts while in that state. All she could do was cuddle by his side and indulge in his presence. He was going to leave soon: they didn't have much time.

«I like brutes,» she murmured when she could talk again.

After admitting her feelings before and after shamelessly begging him, there was no use in staying silent when he looked at her so desperately.

He had given her the climax of her life. The least she could do was praise him a little; even if she had been cursing him with all her being just a few minutes before.

«You... like?» he said, uncertain like a kid.

His reaction melted her heart, and she sighed against his t-shirt.

«I think this was the best sex I've ever had,» she confessed. «I'm glad I let you take the lead.»

A little praise was due to male wolves. They could be frail creatures, unsure of their skills. There was nothing ill in admitting it.

«You think?» was his shameless response.

«I still am considering sex in front of the window,» she explained. «That one was good too.»

«Oh.» He seemed relieved by her admission.

Samantha sat on the bed, finally able to use her limbs.

«Now, it's time to thank you for it,» she said.

She noticed how he glanced at the clock before letting her unbutton his trousers. She could have her own ride, and she was going to make sure he liked it.

«Are you really okay?» he wondered.

«I won't mark you,» she said, slipping in between his legs. «I'm in control. And I'll make you like it when I take the lead.»

At her words, he relaxed on the bed. He had worked hard that day.. He did earn it, after all.