Giving her ass a harsh swat, he snapped, “No.”
Petra yelped. Every muscle in her body went tight below him, clenching him hard enough to make him hiss. When the shock wore off, she rasped a curse and rolled her hips erratically, like she couldn’t help herself.
A weak chorus ofplease please pleasebegan, but he didn’t give in. He was driven by the need to mark, to claim, and that left no room for softness. It was his job to claim her and give her the dominance she so obviously craved. Petra didn’t make the rules here. She couldn’t make demands. She was at his mercy.
Shewantedto be at his mercy, no matter how she might beg or plead. His mate blossomed under his control. Her masks fell off. What was left was pure Petra, the very essence of who she was, and he’d hold onto that with everything he had.
So he kept her hands pinned to the wall, he drove himself into the hilt again and again, and he rolled her tight little clitoris between his fingers ruthlessly, forcing short, brutal orgasms that never really ended.
Each one forced his own pleasure higher. His shadows grew even more restless, his form more monstrous. Hungry for her in all ways, they sheathed his cock, thickening it until her body resisted the expansion. Rather than dulling his sensations, it increased them tenfold, allowing him to experience fucking her in every possible way.
Yesyesyesyesyes,the animal in him chanted, egging him on. Pleasure was a constant thrum in his veins. Pressure built at the base of his spine but it went beyond the need to release. It was the sense that once he did, it would only be the beginning.
This moment was the flame racing up the fuse, not the bomb.
Petra made inhuman noises, cursed, locked her muscles, and clawed at the walls, but she could do no more than that. All he allowed her was to stand there and take whatever he gave her.
“Too—much,”she wheezed, channel fluttering around him in a desperate attempt to accommodate his new girth. “Too— too?—”
“What was that?” Silas rubbed his face into her hair, scenting his mate as he slowed his thrusts to a deceptively gentle pace. There was no mercy in it. If she was struggling to take him, going slower would only heighten the discomfort, not alleviate it. She’d feel every inch of him sliding in and out, bit by bit, and when the crown of his cock once more notched at her entrance, it would feel that much bigger, the discomfort even more acute.
Petra made a high-pitched keening sound. “It’s— You’re toobig.”
Using his shadows to keep her arms in place, he fisted her hair in both of his hands and pulled her head back so he could admire her. Petra’s cheeks were ruddy, her skin sheened with sweat, and her eyes squeezed shut. Every time he stroked her g-spot with the underside of his cock, she twitched like he’d shocked her.
“I’m too big for you?” Hetsked.“That’s too bad, little goddess, because I haven’t even filled you up yet. Now look at me.”
Silas tightened his fingers in her hair, demanding her obedience. Her eyes popped open at the bite of pain. “Good girl,” he praised, admiring the gleam of tears in her blue eyes. “You can take it. You can take anything. You’re mymate.”
Petra made a valiant effort to focus on him as he continued to force himself deeper, harder. She appeared terrifically vulnerable as she searched for approval in his monstrous face. It was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.
Silas didn’t speed up, but he increased his force until each stroke pushed her up against the wall. The longer he kept it up, the more tension bled from her, allowing him to comfortably pound into her pliant body.
“So good,” he growled. He watched her lips, swollen and red from being bitten, part with a needy, animalistic moan. “See? You love being stretched. Glory’s pretty favorite was meant to take demon cock. You were built for this, baby.”
Petra groaned and nodded helplessly. Her body began to shake beneath his. Each tremor was punctuated with a desperate, whisper-soft, “Silas, Silas,Silas.”
“I know what you need. I always know.” He pressed his lips to her sweaty cheek and raggedly demanded, “Tell me to fill you up. Beg me.”
“Fill— me.Please!”
Silas let loose a guttural growl. His shadows slid away from her arms, allowing them to fall limp by her sides. She slapped weakly at the wall in an attempt to support herself as he slipped his arms beneath hers and curled his hands over her shoulders, anchoring her back to his front. Their bodies slid against one another, slick with sweat and arousal, but his grip was firm.
He pistoned his hips, increasing his speed as instinct drowned out everything else. He barely noticed when Petra covered his hands with her own or when she dropped her head back against his chest. The sound of her voice reached him, euphoric and desperate and raw, but her words were beyond him. Sense was, too.
There was nothing more than their bodies connecting over and over, that pressure low in his gut, and the need to mark, toclaim?—
He came with a silent snarl.
His shadows lashed across the ground, across his mate, their tendrils viciously stroking her inside and out until she screamed, her channel shuddering around him as he pumped his release into her in long, hot ropes.
It was messy. He couldn’t stop thrusting and he couldn’t stop orgasming, either. Seed gushed from where they were joined,mixing with her arousal. It splattered on the old polished wood of the entryway floor between her spread legs.
His mind was little more than a stream of sensation and instinct, pleasure and satisfaction. His instincts didn’t care that there was no chance of pregnancy, that she belonged to him whether he fucked her raw or not, whether they fucked atall.
The rut only cared about breeding, about marking.
Petra had his shadows around her throat, his heart in her hands, and now she had his seed in her, too.
