She sobbed, "Yes, yours," and arched her back, offering herself up like a prize to a conqueror.
I leaned over her, spine bowing to bring my mouth to her ear. "I'm going to knot you here, in the dirt, where anyone can see. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, and then carry you home." The words came out as a snarl. I bit her shoulder, careful not to break the skin, and the taste of her salt sent me reeling.
She bucked back to meet me, hips slamming into my groin on every stroke. Her hands clawed at the dirt, scrabbling for any purchase, but I left her no room—just the friction, the stretch, the relentless pulse of my cock as it hammered her open. She was drenched, her body milking me, and I felt her tighten again, the start of a second orgasm building from the ruins of the orgasm that had just ripped through her. I wanted to make her sob, to wring out every last drop of defiance until she was nothing but want. But she’d earned a little mercy, too.
I hooked my arms under her, hauled her up so her back arched and her ass pressed flush against my hips. I flipped her with a single heave, pinning her on her back so she could see the sky, could see me. Her legs fell open, revealing her swollen, glistening sex, pink folds slick with need. I hooked my hands under her knees, spreading her wider until she whimpered, then drove into her with agonizing slowness, savoring each inch as her tight heat enveloped me. Her eyes locked with mine, pupils blown wide with desire, her wild hair framing her flushed face as her lips parted in a breathless moan that sent fire racing down my spine.
I leaned in, mouth by her ear, and whispered, "Tell me if you need me to slow down." My thumb brushed a strand of hair from her sweat-slicked temple, even as my hips remained mercilessly still. Her breath hitched, fingers digging into my shoulders.
"I will," she gasped, eyes half-lidded and glazed, "but if you stop, I swear I'll kill you."
I licked the shell of her ear, tasting sweat, and started to fuck her again—hard, then harder, letting the smack of our bodies echo off the stone, receiving all the confirmation I needed that she was still with me. I braced my palms on either side of her shins and bent low, letting my weight press the backs of her thighs tight to the ground. Her chest heaved, nipples peaked and flushed from the chill and from being fucked open so shamelessly. I dipped my head and caught one in my mouth, drawing it deep with such force she jolted and cursed my name. I suckled hard, pulling blood to the surface in dark blooms beneath her skin. Her areola disappeared between my lips as I worked, leaving the flesh angry and purple when I finally released it.
Her other breast received the same treatment—my mouth creating a violent constellation of bruises that would mark her as mine for days. She screamed as I sealed my claim with a final, possessive pull, but her cunt spasmed around me and I felt her gush, the wet heat flooding out over my balls and down the crack of her ass.
Her eyes fluttered shut as I dragged my tongue across her collarbone. "Are you going to mark me up everywhere?" she gasped, her voice breaking on the last word.
"Every. Single. Inch,” I growled against her feverish skin, moving to her neglected nipple. I drew it between my lips and sucked until she arched off the ground, the suction leaving a perfect crimson ring. "By the time I'm done, your body will remember only me."
She writhed beneath me, fingers finding my horns, using them to drag my mouth harder against her breast. "Fuck, Sam, I—" Her words dissolved into a broken moan as my teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, the sound vibrating through both our bodies like a shared current.
I dragged my tongue over her nipple, feeling it harden against my teeth. "Tell me who owns this body," I growled, my voice vibrating against her flesh. "Tell me who's ruined you for anyone else."
She writhed beneath me, her back arching off the ground as her hips rolled against mine, taking me deeper. Her eyes locked with mine, pupils blown wide with surrender.
"You," she gasped, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders. "Only you. God—I'm yours." Her confession broke on a moan as I thrust harder, claiming her with my body as she claimed me with her words.
I moved my hand between us and found her clit with my thumb, pressing hard enough to make her mine. Her body convulsed beneath me as she shrieked, her inner walls gripping me like a vise. I owned every inch of her now.
"This is mine," I growled, working her clit in relentless circles while driving my cock deeper with each thrust. Her body slid against the dirt with each powerful stroke, her resistance futile. "You'll come when I command it, as many times as I want." I caught her nipple between my teeth, tugging in rhythm with my thrusts. "And I want more." She raked desperate fingers across my skin.
"I can't," she sobbed, even as her body betrayed her, trembling on the edge of surrender.
"You can," I said, and pinched her clit hard between my thumb and finger. She howled, eyes rolling back, and her cunt went molten around me, squeezing and milking my cock with every pulse of her orgasm. I fucked her through it, relentless,letting her sob and gasp and beg until she went boneless underneath me.
When she finally stilled, I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach again, and shoved her hips up so her ass was high and her face pressed into the dirt. I lined up and thrust back into her with a single savage stroke that sent my heavy sac slapping against her swollen clit. She screamed—wordless, pure—as I felt my knot begin to swell, stretching her entrance with each brutal thrust. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her back until her spine bowed like a drawn bow, and buried myself to the root. My balls smacked rhythmically against her, each impact drawing a desperate whimper from her throat as the knot locked us together, sealing my claim.
Annie's hands clawed at the ground, nails carving desperate furrows in the dust as she arched back to meet each thrust. Her face gleamed with sweat, tears catching the moonlight on her flushed cheeks, but her moans were pure surrender. With every stroke, I claimed another piece of her—her gasps, her trembling thighs, the way her body yielded and tightened around me in perfect rhythm. My knot swelled, stretching her, owning her from the inside out, and when I growled "Come for me," her release shattered through her like a command fulfilled, her pleasure mine to take and give as I chose.
I gripped her hair, yanking her head back until her throat arched taut beneath the moonlight. "Look at you," I growled against her skin, rough with hunger. "Your body knows who you belong to." I dragged my tongue along the pulse hammering in her neck, before grazing my fangs over the tender spot where her shoulder met her throat. "The way you tremble when I'm inside you—" My words dissolved into a feral sound as she clenched around me. "You're mine to hunt, mine to claim, mine to ruin. And you're fucking perfect."
My hands braced her, one on her shoulder, one on her hip, and I rocked into her, knot swelling impossibly larger as her cunt fluttered around me, each pulse drawing me deeper. My vision blurred at the edges until all I could see was the curve of her spine, the way her skin glistened in the moonlight. The sound that tore from my throat wasn't human—a primal claiming that echoed through the valley as my release built from the base of my spine. When I finally erupted inside her, my entire body convulsed, every muscle seizing as I flooded her, marked her from within. Annie's body arched beneath me, her inner walls clamping down so tight I saw stars, milking every last drop as she sobbed my name. I bent over her, teeth grazing the nape of her neck, tasting salt and surrender as my seed sealed our bond—the most ancient magic there is.
For a long time, I just stayed there, panting into the back of her neck, my body fused to hers, the world reduced to the taste of her skin and the rough throb of her pulse against my cheek. I didn't want to let go, didn't want to ever risk the chance she'd slip away.
We stayed like that. Naked, filthy, fused together, facing each other in the bruised blue shadow of the creekbed, while the sunset bled out over the rocks and the air cooled. My knot was still locked inside her, and every tiny squeeze or twitch sent a jolt up my spine, so I let myself sag over her body, molding to every sharp angle, every sticky patch of torn flesh and sweat. My wings draped over us like a tent, blocking the wind. Neither of us spoke.
When I finally softened enough for the knot to slip free, she made a noise—somewhere between a whimper and a laugh—and tensed, as if she expected the emptiness to hurt. I eased out as gently as I could, watching her body twitch and clench, then collapse with a wet, exhausted sigh. She rolled to her side, hands tucked between her knees, and looked up at me with a face soruined it was beautiful. Hair a mess. Dirt in her teeth. Eyes bright and unrepentant.
She laughed, and the sound was perfect—unpretty, but so real it made my chest ache.
“Fuck you,” she said, but she let me gather her up in my arms, let me carry her back up the slope like a trophy.
Her legs were covered in scratches, her ass red with claw marks, and her whole body shook with the effort of holding together. But she didn’t complain. She curled against my chest, face pressed to my neck, and let me haul her up through the rocks, across the moonlit scrub, all the way back to the deck.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
