Chapter 33 Beg for me
Maureen Laurent
Vuk came up behind me, his hands settling on my hips, chin resting on my shoulder.
“Welcome to the East, little moon.”
I turned in his arms, eyes wide. “It’s… unreal.”
He smiled—slow, wicked, proud. “Good. I want every memory here to ruin you for anywhere else.”
He took my hand and led me down the sun-warmed steps. The palace doors—massive carved cedar—swung open on silent hinges as we approached. Inside was all open space: white stone floors, glass walls that disappeared into the cliff, breezes moving through like the building itself was breathing.
No staff in sight. No guards.
Just us.
He guided me through arched hallways open to the sea, past an infinity pool that spilled over the edge into nothingness, until we reached the master suite.
One entire wall was gone—open to a private terrace overhanging the water. A massive bed draped in white linen faced the ocean. Gauzy curtains fluttered in the breeze.
I kicked off my heels, walked barefoot to the edge, and looked down. Waves crashed against the rocks far below, sending up sprays of warm mist.
Vuk’s arms circled me again from behind. His mouth found the mating bite on my shoulder, lips brushing it gently.
“Swim with me,” he murmured.
I turned, already reaching for the hem of my dress. “Race you.”
The silk whispered to the floor.
His eyes flared molten gold as he took me in—naked, sun-kissed already from the short walk, heart racing.
He stripped faster than I’d ever seen him—shirt torn over his head, trousers gone in one motion. Seven feet of scarred, powerful male, cock already hard and heavy against his stomach.
I laughed—breathless, free—and ran.
Past the terrace, down a hidden set of stone steps cut into the cliff, straight into the hidden cove below.
The water was warm as a bath, clear as glass. I dove in without hesitation, surfaced laughing, hair streaming.
Vuk followed a heartbeat later—silent, predatory—surfacing right in front of me.
His hands found my waist underwater, pulling me against him. Skin on skin. Heat on heat.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, arms around his neck, and kissed him—salt and sunlight and him.
He growled into my mouth, walking us deeper until the water lapped at our shoulders. One hand tangled in my wet hair, the other sliding down to grip my ass, grinding me against the thick length of him.
I gasped, breaking the kiss. “Here?”
“Here,” he rasped. “Now. I’ve waited hours.”
There was no more talking after that.
Vuk’s grip tightened in my hair, yanking my head back with just enough force to make my scalp sting deliciously. His mouth attacked my exposed throat—fangs scraping over the mating bite, tongue lapping at the raised scars until I was shaking. Every lick sent a bolt of pure fire straight to my clit.
I felt his cock slide between my folds again, thick and scalding hot, the broad head nudging my entrance but not pushing in. He teased me mercilessly—slow drags up and down my slit, coating himself in my slick, bumping my swollen clit until my hips jerked helplessly.
“Vuk—” I sobbed, trying to sink down, desperate to take him.
He held me suspended, denying me, golden eyes feral.
“Beg,” he snarled against my throat. “Beg for your devil’s cock like the needy little Luna you are.”
“Please,” I whimpered immediately, voice breaking. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me—need you to split me open—”
A guttural sound ripped from his chest. He slammed me back against the smooth rock wall of the cove, water splashing violently around us. One hand pinned both my wrists above my head; the other gripped the base of his cock and lined up.
Then he drove into me in one savage thrust.
I screamed—raw, unrestrained—as he buried himself to the hilt. He was massive, thicker than ever in the heat of the chase, stretching me so wide the burn bordered on agony. My walls fluttered around the sudden invasion, trying to adjust, trying to take every impossible inch.
He didn’t give me time.
He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the flared head inside, then slammed back in so hard my back scraped the rock. Water churned around us with every punishing stroke—deep, brutal, relentless.
His mouth found my breast, fangs grazing the sensitive nipple before he sucked it hard into his mouth. The pull shot straight to my core; I clenched around him involuntarily, and he growled against my skin, hips snapping faster.
“Look at you,” he snarled, releasing my wrists to grip my thighs instead, spreading me wider, angling me so every thrust dragged over that devastating spot inside. “Taking my cock like you were born for it. Dripping down my balls in the fucking ocean.”
I couldn’t answer—could only moan and sob as he fucked me senseless. My nails raked down his back, drawing blood that bloomed dark in the water. The scent of it—his blood, my slick, salt and sex—made him feral.
He shifted suddenly, spinning me in the water so my front pressed to the rock. The stone was sun-warm against my breasts, a shocking contrast to the cool sea at my back. He kicked my legs apart, one hand splaying between my shoulder blades to arch my back, the other guiding his cock back to my entrance.
He pushed in from behind in one long, merciless stroke.
The new angle was devastating—deeper, fuller, the head of his cock kissing my cervix with every thrust. I screamed again, the sound echoing off the cliffs, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the slick rock.
He set a punishing rhythm—hips slamming against my ass, water slapping loudly with every impact. One hand slid around to cup my throat from behind, thumb stroking my pulse possessively. The other dipped between my legs, fingers finding my clit and rubbing in tight, ruthless circles.
“Come,” he commanded, voice dark and demonic against my ear. “Come all over my cock while I breed this tight little cunt.”
The filthy words shattered me.
My orgasm hit like a tidal wave—hard, blinding, my walls crushing down around him in violent spasms. I sobbed his name, body seizing, slick gushing around his cock in hot pulses that mixed with the sea.
He didn’t slow.
He fucked me through it—harder, faster, growling filthy praise against my neck. “That’s it—milk me—fuck, you’re so tight when you come—”
His knot began to swell at my entrance, catching on every withdrawal, stretching my rim obscenely. The burn was exquisite; I pushed back greedily, wanting it, needing to be locked to him.
He slammed in one final time, knot breaching with a wet pop that dragged another scream from my throat.
Then he came.
Thick, scalding ropes flooded me deep inside—endless, pulsing, more than any mortal male could give. I felt every jet, felt him swell even fuller as the knot locked us together, sealing his seed inside me.
His fangs sank into the mating bite again—deep, claiming—venom flooding my veins like molten gold. The bond exploded between us, white-hot and all-consuming. I felt his pleasure as my own, felt the way my cunt milked him, felt every shudder of his massive body as he emptied himself into me.
We stayed locked like that—him buried to the knot, arms caging me against the rock, mouth sealed over the bite as he licked it closed with slow, reverent strokes of his tongue.
When the knot finally softened enough, he pulled out slowly—inch by torturous inch—until I whimpered at the loss. His release spilled from me in thick streams, warm in the water, drifting away like smoke.
He turned me gently, cradling me against his chest as he carried me out of the sea. The golden sand welcomed us, warm and soft. He laid me down on my back, eyes glowing as he took in the sight of me—thighs spread, pussy swollen and dripping with him, utterly claimed.
But he wasn’t finished.
He dropped to his knees between my legs, hands spreading me wider. His tongue licked a long, filthy stripe from my entrance to my clit, tasting us both.
I cried out, oversensitive, hips jerking.
He pinned me down with one forearm across my hips, mouth devouring me—sucking my clit hard, tongue fucking into me to scoop out his own release, fangs scraping just enough to make me sob.
Two fingers pushed inside alongside his tongue, curling, stroking, while his lips sealed around my clit and sucked until I saw stars.
I came again—fast, brutal—back bowing off the sand, thighs clamping around his head as I flooded his mouth.
He drank me down greedily, growling against my folds until I was trembling, begging incoherently for mercy.
Only then did he crawl up my body, kissing every inch—sucking new marks into my breasts, my throat, my jaw—until he settled between my thighs again.
His cock—still impossibly hard—was already nudging my entrance, slick with us both.
“Again,” he growled, voice completely wrecked. “I’ll never be done with you.”
I wrapped my legs around him, heels digging into his ass, pulling him closer.
“Then fuck me until I can’t walk,” I whispered. “Until the only thing I feel is you.”