Chapter 36 CHAPTER 036
Stone POV:
The minute I set my eyes on Harry and Ari, things almost went rogue. My vision narrowed as Harry’s fingers continued to linger on her waist, her breath catching when he steadied her. I clenched my jaw until my molars ached, but saying anything would only make me look weak.
So I acted instead.
I crossed the distance in three strides, grabbed Ari by the hips, and hauled her against me hard enough to knock the air from her lungs. My palm slid down the curve of her ass, squeezing possessively as I locked eyes with Harry. "I’ve got things handled from here." My voice was too calm, despite the war raging in my mind.
Harry’s throat bobbed, but he didn’t argue. He was a smart man who knew better than to do otherwise.
Ari twisted in my grip, her nails digging into my forearm. "Let go!"
I didn’t. I threw her over my shoulder like a sack of grain, her shriek muffled against my back as I stormed into the woods. Branches whipped at us, leaves crunching underfoot, but I didn’t stop until we were deep enough that no one would hear her scream.
Then I dropped her.
She hit the ground with a gasp, scrambling backward until her spine hit a tree. I crowded her, bracing one hand above her head, my other gripping her chin. "Are you really such a whore," I growled, "that you need both the Alpha and Beta panting after you?"
Her eyes flashed. "I never needed you."
The words shouldn’t have stung. But my wolf snarled, feeling rabid at the rejection. My grip tightened. "You are such a little liar."
She bared her teeth. "You dragged me back from death just to torment me. Why would I want that?"
My thumb brushed the fast and erratic pulse in her throat. "Because," I murmured, leaning in until our lips almost touched, "your body begs for me even when your mouth lies."
Her breath hitched. And damn me, I wanted to devour the sound.
Before she could protest, I dropped to my knees, gripping her thighs hard enough to draw red rings around as I yanked her forward. The scent of her arousal hit me like a sweet and tart snack, the scent unmistakable. My lips curled against the soft skin of her inner thigh.
"You reek of want," I growled before burying my face between her legs, inhaling deeply. "But you'll rather die than admit it. Pretty noble if you ask me."
She gasped, her hands flying to my hair, as her fingers tightened. She was pushing me away, not pulling me closer and that hurt like a bitch.
"Leave me alone!" She screamed, although she was now holding on to me like she might drown.
My tongue dragged a slow, filthy stripe through her folds, and her hips jerked involuntarily. "You don't want me to do that," I murmured against her before sinking two fingers inside without warning.
The choked moan that escaped her was vindication. She was dripping, her body clenching around my fingers in helpless pulses. I crooked them, pressing ruthlessly against that spot that made her thighs tremble.
"You don’t need me?" I bit her inner thigh, tasting salt from sweat. "Then why are you soaking my hand?"
Her answer was a broken whimper as her back arched off the tree, her cunt gripping me tighter. I added a third finger, stretching her until her breath came in shallow pants. "Say it," I demanded, fucking her with my hand in slow, brutal thrusts. "Tell me you don't want this."
Her nails scraped my scalp. "I..."
I twisted my wrist sharply. "Say it."
The sound she made was half sob, half surrender. "D...don't want thi...this."
The way she stuttered, lips slightly parted evoked a primal sound in my chest. My teeth grazed her clit before sucking hard, my fingers pumping faster as her thighs clamped around my head. Just as she tensed, she lifted her hips and I could hear her breath hitching. I pulled away. Her body jerked like I'd ripped something vital from her grasp.
"You don't want me, but look at you," I murmured, holding my glistening fingers between us. The scent of her wetness clung to my skin. "Dripping for me, even when you swear you don’t want it." I pressed them to her lips, her exhale warm against my knuckles. "Taste yourself and see."
She turned her face away with a gasp, but I caught her jaw, forcing her mouth open. "Lick it."
My fingers slid over her tongue, her throat working as she gagged. Whether it was from the taste or the violation, I didn’t care. The heat of her mouth nearly undid me.
Then, without letting her recover, I plunged two fingers back inside her. She cried out, her walls fluttering around me as I curled them deep.
"You’re going to submit to me," I growled against her thigh, my tongue replacing my fingers on her clit. "And you’re going to thank me for it."
Her back arched off the tree, her thighs shaking as she clutched at my hair. A broken moan tore from her lips when I added a third finger, stretching her ruthlessly.
"S-St..." Her voice stuttered as I sucked her clit hard, my fingers driving into that sweet spot again and again.
Then she breathed out with a sob, her body seizing around me as her wetness soaked my hand. I didn’t stop until her legs gave out and she slumped against the tree, breathing heavily.
I rose, wiped my fingers on her shirt, as I felt my own arousal twitch with a painful throb against my pants. Her legs trembled violently beneath her, breaths ragged and uneven, yet she still managed to glare up at me with those defiant eyes. I pressed my thumb back against her swollen clit, circling slowly at a cruel pace, watching her hips jerk involuntarily.
"Does Harry touch you like that?" I murmured, twisting my wrist just enough to make her gasp. "Or does he just stand there like a pathetic pup, too scared to claim what he wants?"
Her nails dug into the bark behind her, and her lips parted in protests. I leaned in, washing my hot breath against her ear. "You let him put his hands on you, just to spite me." My fingers slid lower, teasing her slick entrance again. "Was it worth it?"
She choked on a moan as I pushed two fingers deep inside, her body arching off the tree. "Answer me." I curled my fingers sharply, wrenching a stifled cry from her throat. "Or I'll drag him out here and make him watch what happens when someone else plays with my property."
Her hips stuttered against my hand, torn between resistance and surrender. "I didn't—" she gasped, her thighs clamping around my wrist as I added a third finger, stretching her. "Harry just—ah!—just helped me—"
"Helped you?" I laughed, biting her collarbone hard. "You're mine, Ari. Every part of you, including every drop of this pretty cunt belongs to me." My thumb pressed down on her clit, as her walls tightened around my fingers.
"Next time Harry looks at you, I want you to remember this." I dragged my teeth along her jaw. "Remember how easily I can ruin you."
Her sob was muffled against my shoulder as she came again, her body trembling violently in my grip. I held her there, holding my fingers still buried deep, until her breathing slowed. "My rules are simple," I said at last, pulling away to admire the mess I'd made of her. "Touch him again, and I'll make sure neither of you can sit for a week."
Her legs gave out as I stepped back, but I caught her before she could collapse, hauling her against my chest. Her heartbeat pounded against mine frantically. "Understand?" I growled.
Her lips parted, but before she could speak, the snap of a twig shattered the quiet. Harry stood frozen at the tree line, his face pale with horror.
I smirked, tightening my grip on Ari's waist. "Perfect timing, Beta."