Bonus Chapter 8

“Please, Cedar!” I moan. That’s all I can say as I rock my hips and feel his hard cock beneath me. 
He repositions me to sit sideways on his lap. My slip dress has ridden up a bit. My feet dangle in the air. “Spread your legs, sugar.” I shamelessly do as ordered, feeling the wetness of my panties. “Eyes on me. Yes, like that.”
Cedar places his big hand on my inner thigh, so damn close to where I want it!
“Oh! Please, Cedar!” I beg. 
“What do you need, Violet?” 
“I need you to touch me there.” 
“Tell me.” 
Ugh! “My pussy. I need you to touch my pussy.” 
“Just touch it, sugar? Or do you want me to lick it? To suck on your clit? To tongue-fuck you?” “Yes! Goddess! Yes, yes! All of it!” 
“Are you wet for me, Violet? If I touch your tiny panties right now, will I find that they’re wet?”
We both know they are.
I squirm in his lap, and he slaps my inner thigh before tweaking my nipple sharply.
I suck in a breath. Pleasure and pain surge in my skin. 
Goddess, help me!
“Show me your panties, Violet.”
I lift my silk slip dress up to my waist, still looking into his eyes. Cedar’s meadow green eyes get wild. Darken with a feral glint.
“Poor baby, you’re starved for touch, aren’t you?” He licks his lip before smirking. “I can see how soaked your panties are with your juices.”
I moan loudly when he leans down and hungrily licks his tongue over one nipple then the other through my dress. Then he bites them. 
I shiver and whimper when he draws back. “More. More.” 
He cups my breasts in his huge, tanned hand and tilts his head back. “Beg me.” 
The whimper that leaves my mouth when he squeezes my breast makes his hard cock twitch beneath me. 
“I told you when I fucked you, you would beg for it, Violet. And I’m a man of my word.”
Oh, fuck me!
Eyes almost black with that signature wickedly confident gleam, Cedar says in his deep voice, “Now get on your knees and beg me to touch you.”
Exactly like he said, like it’s the only thing keeping *me* alive, I don’t think, I just act. My knees are trembling, weak from the heat coursing through me, every nerve alight with desire. Yet, I slide from his lap, surrendering to the pull, my legs buckling as I sink to the floor between his spread thighs. 
Rising up my hands, they find his jeans, pressing against the firm muscle beneath, fingers splaying over his thighs. He’s so fucking hot! His right hand rests there, casual yet commanding, and I lean in, lips brushing against it, a slow, deliberate graze. My eyes lift up, locking with his, smoldering as I linger my lips there, caught in the electric tension between us. My right hand inches closer and closer until it touches his hard cock. Wow. He *is* big.
He lets out a growl as I beg, “Please, Cedar. Please, fuck me. I need you.” I press my hand even more. “I need your huge cock to take me over and over.” 
“Where else do you want my touch, Violet?”
“Please play with my nipples. Suckle them. Twist them. Whatever you want. I just need your touch.” 
I press my lips to the top of his hand, a slow, sultry kiss against the warm skin resting on his thigh. As I’m about to pull away, his fingers seize my jaw with a possessive edge. Our gazes collide again, heat sparking in the air, my breath hitching as I hang on to his answer. 
His grip tightens, commanding, and I feel the weight of his touch igniting every inch of me as his fingers tighten my skin, his pinky tracing teasing, featherlight circles along my neck, sending shivers racing down my spine and making my panties drenched.
With a smirk playing on his lips, I hear him say with satisfaction, “That would do it.”
Oh, thank Goddess!
In the next instant, Cedar stands up and grabs me by the waist before he throws me on the bed. Then, growling, he rips off my slip dress and panties as I stare up at him wide-eyed. And very turned on. 
Then his hands are against my hot, bare skin, searing and rough where they grip beneath my knees and splay my outer thighs. His hands draw me wider still for him and yank my ass right to the edge of my bed.
The same bed I shared with Jordan. 
My breath hitches high in my throat, and my hands shot behind to slap against the duvet in order to steady myself. 
And then he is right there. 
It’s so filthy to know that I’m naked for another male in the very bedroom I shared for years with Jordan. 
It’s so wrong. 
No, wait! 
No, it’s not! 
It’s the best revenge! 
The best replacement of the memory of the shitty sex with my fake mate with the pleasure I’m feeling right now with Cedar, and he hasn’t even made me come.
“Fuck! You are drenched for me, Violet.” His mouth closes over my pussy, and I tumble into a brilliant white haze of pleasure. 
Sucking and licking and kissing his way over every exposed inch of me. 
Cedar feasts on my wetness with long laps of his tongue that I can hear the sound as he slides right through my core then teases my entrance before roaming up to circle my clit.
“Please, Cedar! Oh, that’s so fucking good! Yes!” 
I’m going to come. I’m going to come.
Already? What? 
This blonde-haired male has barely touched me, and I’m ready to combust within seconds. “Oh, fuck.” I whimper. “I’m already—I’m going to—” I can’t stop and think about the fact this was going to be over so soon because I’m about to come all over his handsome face the second he breathes on my clit.
Whimpering a string of incoherent words like yes, right there, and please please please, I’m coming into the darkness, my hips bucking towards his hot mouth as stars burst behind my eyelids. I hear growling noises of pleasure humming from his chest.
“*Sweet like sugar*,” Cedar says with a smirk against my clit.
My blood feels like it has been set on fire. Everything aches for more of him. Thirsted for every touch he’d be willing to give me. 
My racing heart batters around inside my ribcage as I stop coming, but then I realize he isn’t moving. 
Goddess! He isn’t stopping. *Why*? 
I squirm, which only earns me a slap on my inner thigh. This time to the very edge of my sensitive pussy lips, which makes me jolt. 
Pain stings through me and then draws my pleasure back to the forefront of my awareness again as I hear his deep voice. “Try to get away from me again, and you’ll be punished.” 
“What? B-But—”
“You didn’t think that this would be the only orgasm you’d get tonight, did you, sugar?” 
“I can’t... I never orgasm more than once. I don’t think I have anything left.” 
Cedar opens a wicked grin. My breath catches in my lungs, my heart racing. “Oh, sweet, sweet Violet. Challenge accepted.”
What? Challenge accepted? That isn’t what I meant. 
I’m not challenging him to prove me wrong. I know my body better than him. I’m certain there is no way I can orgasm again. “Wait, Cedar—” 
My words died. 
My mind melts. Cedar shoves two long fingers inside me. The slick sound of how wet I am reaches my ears. My head tips back at the feel of him pressing deep inside me for the first time. 
A dark growl sends vibrations through my pussy as his mouth mutters something before fastening back over me like he is pissed off I’m so wet.
“Oh, Goddess!”
Cedar plunges in and out of me while his mouth continues to tease at my abused clit. Working me back up to the edge again in an embarrassingly quick way. 
“Please. Please. Pleeaase!” I shift my hips to get his fingers even deeper, but with the bruising hold on one thigh and him devouring me, I don’t have much choice but to allow the orgasm to be wrenched out of me. 
I’m shaking. I’m a whimpering mess. Cedar makes a noise that sounds like approval as he still moves his fingers slowly in and out of my pussy, drawing out right to the edge and circling my entrance before sliding deep inside. 
Good Goddess! Instead of pulling away, he then wedges a third finger inside me, dragging a loud moan out of my throat. 
The weight of his piercing meadow green gaze on me is too much. Even with my eyes firmly shut, I can feel the way he watches me, devouring me with his eyes the same way he’s devouring me with his mouth. 
I can’t look at him. There is no way I can articulate right now. He’s just made me come twice like it is nothing. 
And there is no way I can—
My body has other ideas. Maybe I’ve never finished the second orgasm, but the third one rears up and crawls out my throat with a silent scream as his thick fingers stretch me wide and he pumps in and out of me. 
Deep inside, I hope that from wherever Jordan is, he can see me now. I almost wish he was here to see me coming on my real fated mate’s mouth and fingers. It’s my last thought before my body follows the next bliss.