My words started spilling so fast I couldn’t even hold them back. “Oh my God, oh my God. Connor,
And of course, because I couldn’t shut up, he spanked me again. Harder.
“Moan for me,” he ordered, his voice so deep and rough that it slid right through my body and pooled low where I already felt drenched. “Moan low and sweet, or I’ll stop.”
Stop. That word nearly killed me. He couldn’t stop, not now, not when my body was begging so loudly it felt like every nerve ending was buzzing.
My wolf snarled at me, furious, pacing with her ears pinned back. Don’t you dare lose this, she snapped inside my head. Don’t you dare make him stop. Moan for him, give him everything, we need this, we need him.
And so I did. I moaned. My body arched into his command without my brain even catching up, my back curving, my ass pushing out for him.
“Good girl,” he growled, and the praise alone made my knees go weak, like if the wall hadn’t been there I would have crumpled right down to the floor.
I thought the next thing would be him shoving himself inside me, no hesitation, no pause, but instead he leaned down so close his breath burned against my ear, and his voice dropped into this ragged, dangerous whisper that made every single hair on my body stand on end.
“Do you know I stroked myself because of you?” he said, and my entire chest seized because the image slammed into me so hard I almost sobbed.
My knees went weak, my palms clawing at the wall, and before I could even gasp properly he kept going. “Do you know I called that woman here just to make you jealous? Fuck, Lily, the things you do to me. You make me feel so fucking young again.”
I whimpered against the wall, my face burning so hot it felt like my skin was going to melt right off, my words tripping over themselves in my mouth. “You-oh my God-you can’t just say that, you can’t, that’s insane, that’s-“
But then his hand slid lower, and his fingers grazed between my thighs where I was soaked, and his growl vibrated through me. “Fuck, look at your tight little pussy.”
He slapped me there, right over the wet heat, and the filthy sound echoed so loud in the room I wanted to die. My pussy made a noise, a real noise, sticky and obscene, and I cried out in pure humiliation and need all at once.
“Fuck, you are so wet,” he groaned, his voice cracking with it, “so wet just for me.”
My wolf shrieked inside me, clawing and howling, Tell him, tell him who he belongs to. Say it. And my mouth obeyed without permission.
“Connor,” I moaned, my forehead pressed to the wall, my body trembling so hard I could barely stay upright. “Please, Daddy.”
His growl deepened, sharp and demanding. “Please, Daddy what?”
“Please, Daddy, fuck me,” I sobbed, the words raw and humiliating and desperate, spilling out of me so fast I thought I’d choke on them.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
And then he did it. He shoved himself inside me in one brutal thrust, no warning, no mercy, and the stretch was so sharp and overwhelming that I screamed his name against the wall. “Fuck! Connor!
His hand slapped over my mouth instantly, cutting the sound off, forcing it back down into my throat. My eyes rolled, my whole body convulsed around him) and my wolf howled with triumph inside me.
“Keep quiet,” he growled against my ear as he buried himself deeper, “or I’ll make sure everyone in this house knows exactly what their sweet little omega is begging for. I don’t think you want everyone in the yatch to knos I’m fucking you”
His hand sealed over my mouth so tight that every scream broke uselessly against his palm, trapped and swallowed by his heat,
My forehead pressed into the wall, my chest heaving so fast I thought I would suffocate, and yet every inch of me burned with hunger. My voice came out muffled. I could not hold back. “I’ll be quiet, Daddy, I’ll do anything, I swear I’ll be good for you.”
“That’s it, baby,” Connor groaned against my ear, his voice tearing out of him like gravel, rough and deep and hungry. “Be Daddy’s good girl. Take Daddy’s dick.”
And then he thrust harder, deeper, his hips snapping into me with this violent rhythm that shook me against the wall. My nails dragged across the surface, squealing lines into it, my body arching without control, my ass bouncing back against him with every brutal thrust.
The sting of the stretch mixed with the wet sounds between my thighs, and humiliation curled hot in my belly because I could hear myself.
I could hear the filthy noise my pussy made as he slammed into me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his breath catching, “this feels so good. You don’t even know, Lily. You don’t even fucking know what you’re doing to me.” His words broke on a growl as his hand on my hip tightened, pulling me back into his thrusts.
I tried to speak against his hand, my moans loud and cracked, but he cut me off with another vicious snap of his hips that drove him deeper. My eyes rolled back, tears slipping down my cheeks as the ache mixed with this unbearable heat.
Then his voice dropped lower, hoarse and dangerous. “Oh, fuck-you’re bleeding.”
My body seized up, shame colliding with desire, my thighs shaking as I whimpered against his palm. His growl deepened, harsher, more animal than man.
“Look at it, Lily. Look at your blood slipping down your thighs while Daddy fucks you.” His hips crashed into me again and again, faster, filthier, and my whole body shook as his words burned through me. “Fuck, this is making Daddy so fucking hard. You’re mine. All of you. Even your blood belongs to me.”
I sobbed against his hand, but it wasn’t a sob of pain, it was helpless need ripping me apart from the inside.
My wolf was clawing at me, howling with triumph, screaming that this was right, that this was what we were made for.
My body clamped down around him so tight it was almost unbearable, and I couldn’t stop the words from bursting out muffled against his hand. “Faster, Daddy, please, faster, I want it all, I need you to ruin me.”
His growl vibrated through the back of my skull as he shoyed deeper, his thrusts turning savage, his cock sliding in and out of me with a slick wetness that only grew louder with every second.
His hand stayed hard over my mouth, his chest pinning me to the wall, his hips pounding me into it like he wanted to break me against it.
“Say my name,” he snarled, grinding into me so deep I saw stars behind my eyes.
“Say my name,” Connor growled, his voice ripping straight through me, rough and savage, so low that it vibrated down my spine and made my knees buckle.
His body slammed against mine as his cock drove deeper into me, stretching me wide, pushing me up against the wall so hard that my nails screeched against it as I tried to hold myself steady.
His hand stayed locked over my mouth, forcing every cry and screarn back down into my chest, and it only made the pressure inside me worse, like my body was about to explode from how much
I needed to scream his name.
I forced it out anyway, muffled and desperate against his palm, my words breaking but still pouring. “Connor, Daddy, please!”
“Fuck,” he groaned, his breath hot against my ear, his hips slamming forward again in a brutal rhythm that made my body jolt helplessly with every thrust. “Say it again.”
I tried to drag air into my lungs, my face pressed so hard into his hand that my lips burned, but the words still poured out of me, fast, frantic, and wild. “Connor, Daddy, I’m begging you, I’m yours, I’ll always be yours, I’ll do anything, please don’t stop, please don’t ever stop, I need you so much I can’t think anymore.”
“That’s it, baby girl,” he rasped, his voice breaking as he ground deeper, his cock pulsing inside me so hard that I clenched around him without control.
“You’re mine. You’ll always be mine. Even like this, bleeding down your thighs, crying into my hand, trembling against this wall..you still take Daddy’s cock like you were made for it.”
Tears blurred in my eyes, but they weren’t from pain. They were from how overwhelming it all was, how full he made me, how every thrust felt like it branded me from the inside out.
My wolf was howling with glee, her voice echoing through my skull, triumphant and commanding. Finally. This is where you belong. Stop pretending you can fight it. He is ours.
I sobbed against his hand, my forehead pressed harder to the wall, my body arching and pushing back into him without shame.
My words poured against his skin in a rush I couldn’t stop. “I feel it, Daddy, I feel the bond, I feel you inside me, I swear I’m yours, I swear I’ll never belong to anyone else, please, please, please fuck me harder, I don’t care if I break, I don’t care if it hurts, I just need more, I need you to ruin me forever.”
Connor’s thrusts were savage, each one slamming me harder into the wall until my breasts were crushed against it, my nipples scraping the cool surface.
Just when I thought I could not take more, his hand slid up from my hip, rough and demanding, until it caught one of my breasts in his palm. His fingers squeezed hard, rolling over my aching nipple.
“Fuck,” he groaned. His hand claimed both of my breasts then, kneading them, pinching until my entire chest was burning with the sting of his touch.
He bent down low, his lips brushing hot against the side of my face, his breath thick and heavy with hunger as he whispered into my ear, “When I’m done with you, Lily, you’ll wish you never stepped foot on this yacht.”
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