Good Girl. Pt.2

Winter's POV:

It's happening before I can understand what's going on.

His hands are on my waist, roaming my back, my thighs, my ass. They're everywhere, all over the place, and the worst part is I don't hate it.

Not at all. Not even close.

He kisses just like you'd think someone like him would kiss. Hard and soft, rough, gentle and everything in between. His hands don't move the same way Derrick does. Derrick touches like there's all the time in the world, all the time to love, to touch, and to feel. Keon is touching me like it's the last thing he's going to feel and wants to spend every last second memorizing each pore on my skin, feel how my hair cascades down my back, feel how his mark rubs against his skin and runs his wolf wild. Like he wants to feel me for all I am, consequences be damned.

My back hits the edge of something and I gasp, Keon taking the chance to deepen the kiss. Our tongues clash and collide like fire and ice. I grab his stubble and he groans grinding against me.

Keon swallows my moan with another kiss.

The mark on my back burns anew, igniting a fire it seems only Keon can quench. It's the mate bond. The true one established with me and Keon that night in the woods.

He lifts me upward till I'm flush against his skin. Finally, we seperate for air. Our faces are flushed, our chests rising and falling in harmony. I can see the red in his eyes under the light.

His voice is husky. "Winter—"

I interrupt him. The ache from being left high and dry from Derrick has now tripled with Keon being so close. With his touch feeling so good. "Keon. Don't stop. Please."

His eyes darken, as if accepting the dare.

He lifts me so I sit on some wooden structure. His claws extend, shedding what's little is left of my night garments. The cool night breeze makes my nipples harden. Keon can't tear his gaze away from my breasts. He looks like he might run mad. His fangs extend, biting into my skin.

Red hot pleasure courses through my veins, from my back to my now dripping pussy. I moan loudly as physical evidence of my ecstacy makes my thighs slick.

He doesn't relent, his calloused finger teasing my other breast. My breaths are heavy, my arms wrapped around him so he doesn't loosen his grip. He rewards me by pushing three of his fingers in me.

All at once.

The move takes me by surprise. I swear I can feel his fingers in my cervix.

"Fuck—" My core feels like lava.

He moves in and out of me with my boob still in his mouth. He works on each one with jealous attention, all while maintaining his cool. His groans are low rumbles compared to my high pitched screams. I can feel the pressure building up, like a volcano.

He hits my g-spot once, then twice, and the pressure doubles.

I'm going to come. I can feel it. My toes tighten against his back, and I position myself at a better angle, aiding his moves. Keon senses this and laughs, the sound vibrating through my chest. He removes my breast with a loud pop, turning the hair that sticks to my face away.

"You're so fucking needy Winter. It seems my brother doesn't know how to satisfy a woman."

I glare at him, my cheeks turning hot. Yeah right. He knows what he did. It's now I get it. The issue that Derrick had to attend to tonight wasn't that urgent, Keon was just jealous and wanted him gone.

A voice in me chimes in. "Yeah well wouldn't you be jealous if some chick was fucking your mate?"

I click my teeth. Like hell I would let some bitch with my man. This is all so fucking complicated. Keon is supposed to be my true mate, but D—

As if sensing my thoughts he pinches my nipples and hits my g-spot again. The pain blends with the pleasure. I moan loudly. "Don't you fucking dare. You're mine Winter, enough about my brother. It's a fucking miracle I haven't torn down this castle and told everyone the truth about us. It's bad enough that he gets to have you all night now, but now he wants to start fucking you. There's no way in hell I'm letting that happen. No one other than me gets to touch you like that. You're. Fucking. Mine."

His sounds more like a beast and less like a man. His wolf is furious, his eyes shining darkly. He ends his words with a pump more furious than the last. The pressure has risen to the top, and it's about to blow over. I feel my pussy clamp down at his words, and I feel my release rushing forth.

This is it. I'm going to—

"No you don't. Don't even dream of it Winter. You only get to come when I say so. You don't get to run shit with him and get away with it. You're his good girl right? Well only dirty sluts get to come Winter. You're going to have to be a very bad girl for me." He removes two of his fingers till it's just one, and it's no longer enough for me. I cry out in frustration. I need to come and I need to come now. I try rubbing my thighs against each other but it doesn't work. My fingers rush to help myself since this brute won't be any good but he holds both of them with ease with one of his hands.

To add salt to my wounds he slows down his pace, moving in and out of me at a snail's pace. I cry out in frustration. "Keon please! I need to come! I..." My voice breaks as I try wiggling my body so the pressure overflows.

Nothing works. My chest heaves as I take a breath.

Keon audibly laughs. He's clearly enjoying me suffering. "There's no use Winter. I already told you, only horny sluts get to come with me. You're already horny, at least." He laughs again.

Very horny is more like it. I haven't had sex in ages and being left high and dry from before almost killed me. I can't not come.

Fuck.

"Well mate, are you going to do as I say and be a slut for me?