He took his time closing the distance between us, each footstep with purpose.
His shoulders heaved, his pupils blown as he zeroed in on me. He moved with a singular thought in his mind.
Claim.
I whimpered again, shifting a few feet to the right. Cillian tracked my movements, his gaze never leaving me. The distance between us grew smaller and smaller.
“You can’t outrun me,” he said, his voice low and husky as he continued stalking forward.
My whole body rioted with the need to dash.
“I can try.”
I burst to the left, aiming for the door.
One moment he stood feet away from me, and the next, a force tugged me backward by the shirt collar. The rip of the fabric echoed in the room, the pieces fluttering to the floor, and I tried to surge forward again. A hand clamped around my wrist.
I whipped around to face him, and all of a sudden Cillian was right in front of me, towering there. His whole body simmered with everything he’d been holding back, a wildness I craved, and I yanked, trying to escape his hold.
“Be a good pet for me and bend over.” He tugged at my arm, and I dug my heels in. “Oh, you want to do this the hard way?”
I gulped, my throat dry. He grabbed me by the waist and dragged me forward, his muscles bulging. I thrashed in his grip, clawing and trying to get his arms off me. However, his strength was unwavering, like I was bound by iron bands, and he stopped right in front of the bookshelf.
Cillian plastered his body to mine, pressing me against the shelving as he brought my hands up. “You’re going to be a good pet and take my cock.”
“Fuck off,” I spat, my heart thrumming.
“I’d rather fuck you,” he said, pinning both my hands above me with one hand. I writhed back and forth, but my ass kept brushing against him. He didn’t waver. Instead, he reacheddown with his free hand, grabbed my waistband, and yanked. The sweats tore off me, the force making my thighs sting.
My whole body flushed with the mixture of panic and lust that I craved. He had me stripped to nothing and pinned against the shelves. I writhed back and forth again, and Cillian grabbed my ass hard enough to bruise. A moan escaped me before I could bite it back.
“Looks like my slutty little pet likes it rough.” His voice was gravel and sin.
“No,” I gasped out. “Get away.”
He nudged his thick length between my cheeks, separated by a thin layer of fabric, and another moan exploded from my lips. I tried to keep myself from grinding back against him, the memory of how good he felt thrusting into me flaring fast and hot. Ngh.
“No,” I cried out again, twisting and yanking back and forth.
The shink of the zipper sounded behind me, and a moment later, the thick tip of his cock nudged between my cheeks.
Frenzy hit me fast and fierce, and I tried to whip to the side and sink my teeth into his arm. They sank into his skin, but he was undeterred. I writhed and lashed against him, but his grip was solid, his form behind me immense.
Cillian thrust his thick, ridged cock into me hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs. The mixture of pleasure and pain held me captive, and I unlatched from my bite, trying to breathe through the intrusion.
He pushed all the way inside me, his thickness threatening to split me open, and I howled.
“You can take me,” he said, his voice husky and rough.
His grip around my wrists tightened, and he pulled back slightly and thrust in again. The ridges brushed against my insides. The shelves quaked with the force of the movement. My whole body flooded with sparks as he grazed past my prostate.
“Oh gods,” I gasped out.
His grip on my hip was hard, his claws digging into my skin enough to pierce, and the pinpricks of pain kept me on edge.
“If you can’t be a good pet for me, I’ll make you,” he said with a growl. He dipped down and sank his teeth into my shoulder. Another burst of pain flooded through me, mixing with sheer desire. My cock hung heavy between my legs, and I shamelessly dripped pre-cum on the floor. Pinned like this against the wall, his fangs in my shoulder, his hand wrapped around my wrists in a bruising grip, my mind shut down.
He pulled back and thrust in again, and a whimper passed my lips. The intoxicating combination of shame and fear and pure, undeniable lust rushed through me. Cillian thrust forward with a snap of his hips, burying his thick girth inside me. The ridges, the thick as fuck base and middle of his cock drove into me, the pulse and heat of it making me wild. Cillian grunted, not letting up with his teeth as he rode me hard against the shelves. His groin collided with my ass with a smack, his balls slapping against me with each thrust.
