Fractured Freedom

by Shain Rose

“Half of this year has been me trying to stop picturing you every time I jack off, and I was on the verge of avoiding all family parties so I didn’t have to see how hot you look every time I show up. I swear you imagine fucking me every time you look at me too, little girl. Do you? Tell me I’m not crazy.”

“Mm. You seem to know how to be a good girl now.” The way he said it washed over me.

“Bite that lip all you want, baby, but when I fuck you later, I’m going to bruise it so everyone knows it’s mine. Might as well give it a rest and just scream what you want me to do to you. Scream and beg me for what you want. Want me to work your pussy so my hand is drenched in you? You want to drip down my wrist as you come for me?”

“You sure no one’s tasted my pretty pink pussy, baby?” “You’re deranged right now,” I ground out.

“I have to put this pussy on a pedestal so I can eat like it’s on a platter, baby. Then I’m going to fuck you at just the right angle, make sure you remember who makes you feel this way.”

“You did so good letting me eat you out, baby.” He rubbed a thumb over my cheek to wipe away the tears I didn’t even know were falling. “So goddamn beautiful when you let go, Lilah. Don’t share that animal in you with the world. Keep it only for someone special.”

“This is how it’s supposed to feel. Like you were empty without me, like you were missing a piece of you and I just found the missing part.”

“That’s right, baby. You wanted me. You got me here and hooked on you. You’d better be hooked on me too. Take it all, Lilah.”

“Remember, when you come this hard and get this wet, it means you’re getting fucked right. Remember not to ever settle, Lilah.”

Delilah Hardy had owned my heart, and now I owned taking her virginity.

“I think I love you, Lamb. I think you’re the one thing I love too much to let go.”

“Oh, God.” “Nope. God can’t get you there. No one can but me. I’m the one who rules this pussy, baby. You gave it to me, remember? And I didn’t give it back. I’m never going to.”

I’d carried his baby.

“I’m going to enjoy seeing you get pussy-whipped, man,” he said.

For now, I’d leash the wolf. But not for long.

Cade jiggled the bathroom door lock, then stopped to grab a roll of duct tape from his suit pocket. “Brought this just in case,” he sing-songed. He threw that and a lighter my way, waggling his eyebrows.

His piercing green gaze held mine as he grumbled out low and rough, grinding into all the right places of my mind, “I’m about to grovel, Lamb. I need you to forgive me.”

“You’re an asshole. I deserve the best orgasm of my life now,” I whisper-yelled at him.

“You’ll get seven to heaven, baby, I promise. When has your wolf ever let you down?”

“Never,” I screamed as the fi...