Page 10 of Stormbinder King (Stormbinder Pack #1)
His caressing hand stroked my long hair as I eagerly laved at his cock, palming his heavy balls.
I hummed in pleasure as I felt how engorged his balls were.
I wanted that cum inside me. God, I could almost taste it. Drool was dripping down my chin as I felt my pussy pulsate.
“Do a good job and I’ll take care of you faster,” Jack said teasingly, and I hurried to obey, sinking down onto my thighs so I could take his cock deeper, my lips burning from his size.
Could I come just from giving him a blowjob?
I trembled on the edge of everything, my need so acute I was dripping with sweat, groaning in denied ecstasy.
“Faster,” Symeon’s harsh voice grated out, and I heard the mewls of whichever shifters were servicing him.
Jack’s cock pulsed on the back of my tongue, filling my mouth with the pillowy clouds of his cum, and I swallowed it down eagerly, little moans spilling from my mouth.
Jack laughed again, his voice rough.
“What an eager little mate. Always so thirsty for me.”
He pulled me up and settled me on his lap. Jack was so virile he was almost always hard right away, and it took two or three releases to satisfy him.
I groaned as I finally felt his cock press inside my dripping walls.
Jack’s chair scraped sideways and I realized somewhere in my lust-driven brain that he was turning so his brother could see how he was taking me.
But I didn’t care, grinding down desperately on him, already feeling an orgasm bearing down on me.
My eyes closed tight to avoid the feel of the King’s vicious glare and I came with a loud cry, sobbing with relief as the orgasm hit me like a rolling fire, burning through the painful, aching need and leaving me naked and exposed.
I couldn’t bear the horrible judgmental look on the king’s face, so as soon as I could, I made an excuse to go back to our quarters and grab a spice blend I had made for my mate.
And on the way back I dawdled, going down the ladder slowly and then walking across the darkened clearing. The meeting hall cast a soft yellow light into the starry blackness of the night, each treehouse a little twinkle of gold high in the trees.
It was even a little cooler at night tonight.
Now that I could finally breathe freely after my releases, I could appreciate the unique beauty of my new Pack home.
Surely after a few more weeks I would be used to having a fated mate and able to control my hormones more.
I felt like I was going insane with how much I wanted him, how deeply I loved Jack.
And maybe I’d even find a friend here, someone who wouldn’t look at me like the dirt on Jack’s shoe.
I was lost in the bliss of these dreams when I felt a hard arm pick me up and yank me around the corner, roughly shoving me face first up against the dark side of one of the storehouses.
I filled my lungs to scream, but a strong hand clamped over my mouth.
I screamed anyway, silent and impotent, dreading and fearing whose voice I would hear responding to me.
“Silence, slut,” someone hissed in my ear, and I felt a shivering raw terror slice through me.
Symeon was so much bigger than anybody I had ever been near, massive cruel strength in the fingers that effortlessly choked any of my protests.
I tried to scream again, and he spanked me sharply on the ass, a big hard crack that momentarily stunned me.
Fuck, that hurt, a sharp pain going all the way down my thighs to my ankles.
“I said be quiet .”
I stopped struggling and forced myself to be still as he dragged me down the back of the building and into the moonlight that streamed down from the clear sky.
The air stunk like burnt magic, but he didn’t stop.
As we stepped into the silvery-white light, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise as his skin seemed to ripple.
The heat from his body felt scorching on the back of my dress, and his arm around my waist was like a burning brand.
How could he stand to touch me with my protective spell?
There was a scent of sharp, biting flesh in the air, so I knew it must be working, but it didn’t stop those fingers from muffling my mouth and digging into my jaw.
“I’m going to remove my hand and if you do so much as make a peep, I’m going to paddle you so hard you won’t be able to sit on that little slut ass for a week.”
The words died in my mouth and I nodded.
He flipped me around to face him then, and I swallowed my fear as his hand closed around my throat again, cutting off my protests, hard enough to know he could snap my neck if he wished.
The king’s eyes narrowed as they scanned my face, pausing for a moment to glare at my eyes, nose, mouth.
“What do you want?” I squeaked.
He did not respond.
Then, his nostrils flaring, he pulled all my long hair up in one fist and the big fingers of his other hand closed around my throat.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, feeling the breath leave my chest in raw angry shards.
What was he looking for?
“ Stay still ,” he ordered.
I only saw wild strands of my dark blue-black hair, almost hyperventilating at how close the King was, how intently his dark eyes bore into mine.
“Where did you come from? Answer me.”
“A-across the oceans,” I said.
Symeon’s eyes were hard.
“How did you get here?”
“I d-don’t know.”
“How do you not know how you got here?” he snarled, shoving me back against the building. “Why the fuck are you here torturing me?”
Unlike Jack’s cinnamon-sharp spice, Symeon smelled like heat and leather, something deeply masculine and unsettling.
“I just-ar-r-r-ived here one day. I don’t know how it happened. I was doing a museum tour, and then I just fell here.”
“You just fell here?” he bit out, his lips like a jagged sharp line in the moonlight, his nostrils flaring.
I wanted to escape, to melt back into the shadows, but the wood of the shed was hard and unyielding behind me.
“What about your family, your Pack? Won’t they wonder where you’ve gone?”
“I was an only child and my parents are dead. I don’t have a Pack.”
“How did Jack come to claim you?”
“Why do you c-care?” I burst out, feeling ridiculously on the edge of tears. “What did I ever do to you? Why are you angry at me?”
His jaw hardened.
“I do not like loose sluts. Why are you so desperate for my brother’s cock that you need to suck it at the dinner table?”
My face flamed even in the darkness.
“N-n-none of your business,” I said.
“Everything in this Pack is my business,” he interrupted harshly. “Tell me.”
“There is no r-reason,” I stuttered. “I love him and want to please him.”
“Naturally. Jack is very good at getting empty-headed strumpets to choke on his cock.”
“Jack loves me and I love him,” I said defensively. “I don’t see what it has to do with you. Are you jealous of your brother because you haven’t found your fated mate yet?”
He laughed, hard and sharp, a sound entirely without humor.
“Jealous of my brother? No. And Jack doesn’t love you.”
I felt a little confidence coming back to me. I might be an embarrassment, but this I was sure of.
“Oh, yes, he does! Why else would he have given me this protective spell?”
Symeon’s face was veiled in shadow, and only the set of his stubborn jaw showed his mastery of the pain from violating my protection.
“It was not love.”
“You might be the Alpha King, but you don’t know e-everything,” I retorted. “Jack does love me.”
“As the k-king,” Symeon snarled harshly, gripping my arm, “I am in control of discipline in the Stormbinder Pack. You might be bound to Jack, but I am the one ultimately responsible for your behavior and discipline. Do you understand?”
My arm ached where he gripped me.
“I do,” I said.
“And I will expect you to present yourself better in future.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dress better.”
His words fell heavy and shameful on me.
“Wear a goddamn longer skirt for once.”
He stepped closer, broad and imposing in the moonlight, and twisted my arm.
The tears started to my eyes, both at his cruel mockery of my stutter and the way his fingers bit into me.
But how could he hold me so tightly with Jack’s protective spells?
My mouth fell open at what the spell must be doing to him.
“Are you—you resistant to the magic? Does the spell not hurt you?”
His fingers were digging into my skin.
“Oh no, Andromeda,” he said, my name sounding wrong and unfamiliar in his mouth.
“It hurts quite a bit. Now listen good, you brat. Keep what appears to be your natural impulses to be a whore in check. I don’t want to see it.
I don’t want to see you sucking my brother’s dick at the table.
I don’t need your dripping cunt stinking up the room.
Control yourself and behave or I will be forced to control you myself. Now go.”
He shoved me away from him.
I fled. And didn’t look back to where he stood like a huge, hateful shadow in the darkness.