But I don't move. Not the way she wants. Instead, I pull out just as slowly as I pushed in, until only the tip remains, then slide back in with the same deliberate pace. It's probably the slowest fuck in the history of fucking, and judging by the sounds she's making, it's driving her absolutely insane.
"Elias, please," she begs, and there are actual tears rolling down her cheeks now. "Please, I need more, need it harder, need?—"
"You need exactly what I'm giving you," I tell her, maintaining that steady, glacial pace even though my balls are so tight I might actually die. "You need to feel every inch of my cock. Need to memorize how it feels when I'm inside you. Need to understand that I might be patient, might be controlled, but I can wreck you just as thoroughly as anyone else."
She makes a sound that's pure frustration and arousal mixed together, her pussy clenching around me in waves that test every ounce of my control. "Please," she whispers, and it's different this time. Not demanding, not challenging, just pure need. "Please, Elias. I can't—I need?—"
"I know." I lean down to kiss her, tasting tears and desperation. "And I'm going to give it to you."
I pick up the pace just slightly, still not pounding into her but actually fucking her now instead of that torturous slide. The change is enough to make her sob with relief, her whole body shaking as she finally gets the friction she needs.
"That's when I notice we have an audience.
Carlisle's standing in the doorway, fully dressed and looking perfectly put together as always, watching us with those blue eyes that miss nothing. He's got a water bottle in one hand and that dangerous smile playing at his lips.
"Don't stop on my account," he says when I pause mid-thrust. "This is fascinating."
Juniper turns her head to look at him, and instead of being embarrassed or telling him to fuck off, she moans. Actually moans at being watched, her pussy clenching around me hard enough to make me see stars.
"You like that," I observe, starting to move again. "Like him watching while I fuck you and make you beg."
"Yes," she admits, no shame in her voice at all. "Fuck, I… I like being watched."
"Such an exhibitionist," Carlisle murmurs, moving into the room and settling in the chair Bane vacated earlier. "Our perfect little hellcat who gets off on an audience."
The knowledge that Carlisle's watching, that he's seeing me take her apart with slow deliberation, makes something competitive wake up in me. I want him to see that I can destroy her just as thoroughly as he can, just with different methods.
I shift the angle, making sure I'm hitting that spot inside her with every thrust, and the sounds she makes are pornographic. Carlisle's breathing gets heavier, and I can see him adjusting himself through his pants, but he doesn't pull his cock out. Just watches with that intense focus he usually reserves for planning murders.
"She's close," he observes clinically. "Look at how her thighs are shaking. How her breathing's gone all high and desperate. She's right on the edge."
He's right. I can feel it in the way her pussy flutters around me, the way her nails dig deeper into my shoulders, the way she's babbling my name mixed with pleas and curses.
"You want to come?" I ask her, still maintaining that steady pace that's driving her insane.
"Yes! Fuck, yes, please, I need?—"
I stop moving entirely, buried deep inside her, and she actually screams in frustration.
"Elias!" It comes out as half sob, half snarl. "You fucking?—"
"Ask Carlisle," I tell her, the words surprising me as much as they surprise her. "Ask him if you're allowed to come."
Her head whips toward Carlisle, those hazel eyes wild and desperate. "Carlisle, please, tell him to let me come. I need it so bad, I can't?—"
"Hmm." Carlisle pretends to consider, tapping his chin thoughtfully while she literally shakes with need. "I don't know. You've been quite demanding. Perhaps you need to learn patience."
"I'll be patient!" she promises desperately. "I'll be so fucking patient, just please, please let me come!"
Carlisle and I exchange a look, and there's understanding there. We might be completely different in our approaches, but we're both fast learners and tonight has been a crash course in learning how to please our omega.
"Make her earn it," Carlisle suggests, that smile turning wicked. "She's been getting everything she wants all night. Maybe it's time she worked for it."
I start moving again, but now I'm making her do the work. I stay still and let her fuck herself on my cock, watching her struggle to find the right angle from below, the right rhythm, while her body shakes with exhaustion and need.
"That's it," I encourage as she rises and falls against my cock, her thighs trembling with the effort. "Show us how badly you want it. Show us what a desperate little omega you are."
"Such a pretty picture," Carlisle adds from his chair. "Our hellcat reduced to this. Crying and begging and working so hard for her pleasure."
