I watched from the back of my mind, dazed and powerless, as she writhed beneath him, beneathme, her eyes squeezed shut, face twisted up, biting her lip like she was seconds away from crying.
You’re hurting her,I told him, panic rising.
He chuckled, low and cruel.Stupid half. Body singing for us.
Then he flipped her over, pinning her arms behind her lower back and shoving her face into the pool of blood as he pounded into her from behind. Her wings trembled, her entire body tight, bracing.
I almost forced him back. Almost reclaimed control.
Until I heard her.
“Oh. Oh, fuck. Mas. Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Harder!”
His voice rumbled from our throat, animalistic and triumphant.
“Mate wants, mate gets.”
He let go of her arms and gripped her hips, claws puncturing her skin. She cried out, panting in sharp, frantic gasps.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes!”
He gave her everything—his need, his hunger, his claim. His thoughts echoed through our head like a drumbeat.
Fuck mate. Mate her. Fill her. Own her.
Her voice broke into moans, eyes screwed shut as she surrendered. There were no words. Only sensation.
The slap of skin against skin echoed off the metal walls, mingling with the scent of blood, sweat, and raw, pulsing sex. Her arousal mixed with mine, sweet and carnal, thick in the air.
My balls tightened, body ready to come, but I didn’t want to finish alone. I wanted us to break together.
The wolf felt it, so he gave me the reins again. My hands once more became my own as my claws retracted. I didn’t miss a beat.
I kept the rhythm, feeding her exactly what she’d been begging for, but I wanted more.
I wanted to push her over that edge, so I reached down, swiped two fingers through the blood streaked across her thigh, and shoved them into her ass while my other hand brushed the base of her wings.
Her head snapped up as she screamed.
“Oh—fuck! Keep going. Don’t stop. I’m a-almost t-there!”
I kept going, harder, rougher, shoving myself in and out of both of her holes. Grabbing onto the base of one of her wings, I fucked her with everything I had. She was the answer to every lonely night I ever lived. Every ache. Every shadow.
“You’re mine, Aniyah Glovefox. Now and forever.”
I added a third finger, her body clenching so tight around my cock I couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck!”
Her body arched, her scream loud enough to rattle the container walls as her walls clamped down on me. She let it all go, her orgasm ripping through her as I roared in return. Slamming deep, I came with her, pouring everything I had into her until I felt hollow and full all at once.
We stayed like that, locked together, trembling, until the wave passed. I slowed my thrusts, dragging out the last aftershocks in long, deep strokes. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the thick, glistening mix of blood and cum spilling from between her thighs.
When I finally pulled out and collapsed beside her, my body was drenched in sweat, my chest heaving.
She was still on her stomach, though her face slowly turned toward me. Her eyes found mine, soft now. That edge of fire had melted into something tender, and she smiled.
“I’ve never been so glad to be wrong before.”
