Chapter 168: Ivory Marked My Cleavage (R18)
I sat on the plush couch, fingers tracing the edge of my wine glass, the remnants of our romantic dinner lingering in the air like a promise. Ivory’s eyes had been devouring me all evening, her alpha presence filling the room with an electric charge.
She was all sharp angles and commanding grace, her long, ebony Ioc hair cascading over shoulders that spoke of power, the silky strands brushing her skin like a dark veil.
The teasing touches during dinner—her hand on my thigh under the table, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered filthy promises—had built a fire in me that now threatened to consume us both.
Ivory leaned in closer, her lips brushing my neck before she pulled back just enough to meet my gaze.
’’You’ve been teasing me all night, Emily,’’ she growled, her voice low and possessive. ’’Now it’s my turn to claim what’s mine. I can smell how wet you are already—dripping for your alpha.’’
"Teasing? You are just saying things!"
"Is that so?"
Before I could respond, her mouth descended on my cleavage, exposed by the low-cut dress I’d chosen just to drive her wild. Her teeth grazed the swell of my breasts, nipping at the soft flesh above my bra.
I gasped, arching into her touch as she bit down harder, marking me with sharp, possessive bites. The pain mingled with pleasure, sending jolts straight to my core. Her tongue followed each bite, licking the red marks she left behind, soothing and inflaming all at once.
’’Ivory... oh god,’’ I moaned, my hands tangling in her hair, pulling her closer even as the sting made me whimper. The strands slipped through my fingers like cool silk, contrasting the heat of her mouth.
She chuckled against my skin, the vibration humming through me. ’’That’s right, beg for it already. I love hearing you like this, Emily. Your tits are so sensitive—watch me bruise them up.’’
"Ahhh! Ahhh..."
Her bites grew more insistent, teeth sinking into the tender curve where breast met chest, drawing a sharp cry from my lips as she marked me. Blood welled slightly under one particularly deep nip, and she licked it away with a satisfied hum, her eyes gleaming with feral hunger. ’’Taste that? Your blood on my tongue—mine to mark, mine to fuck.’’
Pushing me back against the couch cushions, Ivory’s hands roamed lower, hiking up my dress to expose my thighs. She settled between my legs, her body pressing against mine, and I felt the hard length of her cock straining against her pants, thick and insistent.
’’I’m going to knot you, Emily,’’ she murmured, nipping at my cleavage one last time before trailing kisses down my sternum. ’’Fill you up until you can’t think of anything but my cock buried deep. You want that, don’t you? Say it.’’
’’Yes, Ivory... I want your knot inside me,’’ I whispered, my voice trembling with desire, my pussy aching for her.
With a smirk, she tore my panties aside and thrust in, her cock stretching my pussy wide. I cried out at the fullness, walls clenching around her as she bottomed out.
She didn’t give me time to adjust, pulling back only to slam forward again, setting a brutal pace. Her hips snapped against mine, the couch creaking under us as she fucked me deep and hard.
’’Fuck, you’re so tight around me,’’ she groaned, her hands pinning my wrists above my head. ’’Taking my cock like you were made for it. Squeeze harder—milk me dry.’’
The pressure built quickly, her knot beginning to swell at the base with each thrust. I felt it pressing against my entrance, demanding entry.
’’Ivory, it’s too big... mercy, please,’’ I pleaded, the stretch bordering on overwhelming as she forced the knot inside me. My body tensed, the burn spreading through my hips.
She laughed darkly, grinding deeper. ’’Mercy? No, pet. You’re mine to ruin. Feel that swell? It’s locking you to me—can’t run now.’’
With a final, powerful shove, the knot popped past my lips, locking us together. Her cock throbbed inside me, pulsing as she came, hot spurts of cum flooding my pussy.
I screamed, my own orgasm crashing over me, milking her dry. Waves of pleasure ripped through me, my toes curling against the cushions.
But she didn’t stop. Even knotted, she rocked her hips, the bulge keeping her buried deep. Time stretched as we waited, her mouth returning to my cleavage, biting and sucking marks into the already bruised skin.
’’Feel that?’’ she whispered, her breath hot. ’’I’m stuck in you, filling you with my seed. You’re not going anywhere until I’m done breeding you. Tell me how full you feel.’’
’’So full... it’s pressing everywhere, Ivory. Mercy, it aches,’’ I whimpered, the fullness intense, every shift sending aftershocks through me. Sweat beaded on my skin, mixing with the scent of sex in the air.
Her response was to kiss me fiercely, tongue invading my mouth as she ground against me. ’’Hurt so good, doesn’t it? Beg all you want—it only makes me harder. Your pussy’s clenching like it loves the pain.’’
Minutes turned to what felt like eternity, her knot refusing to deflate, keeping us joined in this intimate lock. She released my wrists to trail her fingers down my sides, pinching my hips, then back up to twist my nipples through the bra.
’’Ivory, please... I can’t take much more of this pressure,’’ I begged again, tears pricking my eyes from the exquisite pressure, my body trembling under her.
’’You can and you will,’’ she commanded, her hair falling forward to curtain our faces as she leaned in. ’’This knot’s claiming you—alpha style. Imagine it swelling bigger next time.’’
She nipped my lower lip, drawing a fresh bead of blood that she sucked away. The hour dragged on, her shallow thrusts keeping the fire stoked, my pleas mixing with involuntary moans.
Finally, after nearly an hour of this tormenting bliss, the knot began to shrink. She pulled out with a wet pop, cum gushing from my pussy onto the couch. I panted, body limp, thighs quivering from the strain. But Ivory wasn’t done—far from it.
