He laughed and finally let go of my nip. The flood of blood into the abused area had my chest throbbing in time with myon-firecock. I wanted everything so badly I couldn’t even think with words. I just fucking needed him—somehow. I shoved and fought because I couldn’t get what I wanted this way.
“Too many clothes,” I mumbled over and over again until I managed to knock myself out of his grip and drop my feet to the floor. High in the far-right corner of the room near the couch, a red light blazed on, and I glanced over to find Camden’s fingers on a switch. Danger gleamed in his eyes as he licked his lips and stared down at me. I scrambled from between him and the wall to get away. I didn’t make it very far, only a few steps, before Camden wrapped his arms around my middle and dragged me down. He kept me from smashing my face on the floor with a hand that cradled my cheek, but my knees ached, and the breath was knocked out of me on impact. The boards chilled my belly, which he’d been keeping warm, and sent shivers skittering through me. He was a muscled furnace against my back. My trembling grew stronger as the nipple he’d chomped scraped against the cool floor. My cock loved it, and I bit my lip until I tasted the tang of blood. My body was overwhelmed by sensations, and I was so hard.
“What if I don’t want to be your mate?” I asked as the random thought skittered through my brain.
Camden growled low in his throat, and I had to laugh as he grabbed my belt and yanked me back until I was firmly under his body. My muscles were hot with adrenaline, blood pumping, and even my cock dragging across the floor felt as good as it did terrible. I’d never had sex like this—even crazier than what we’d done in the bathroom—and I already felt buzzed without a single drop of jizz spilling.
Claws grazed my neck as Cam roughly held me down until my face mashed against the floor as he stripped my suit coat from me, which he promptly tossed. He ground his cock against my ass as he worked, almost like he was telling me I didn’t get a choice and soon I’d be getting fucked.
Excitement twisted in my gut so sharply I whined and pressed back against him—beyond words. He stripped my ruined shirt off next, and I had to move with him or risk losing a fucking arm. When he was done he leaned down, and his warm breath gusted on the nape of my neck. I froze, the memory of what he’d done before stealing my ability to move. He licked the spot he’d marked earlier today, and I clawed at the floor through the tingles of pain. He nuzzled his lips to the bruise and ground hard against my ass. I nodded, pressing back against him, unable to think about anything except how fantastically I’d come with him.
“Please, please. Want you,” I sighed.
Then, he struck. Teeth sank into my flesh. Pain dazzled in a streak through my stomach and my balls felt stuffed with cum. He teased his clothed cock against my ass and pushed me to the floor. There was no escaping any of the sensations. I bucked and shook my head, and he didn’t let go. There were sparks behind my eyelids when he let up and sucked on my skin. I yelled at the odd shift of agony, not quite true hurt, yet sending zaps of pain to my already overworked nerve endings. Tears slid down my face, and I rutted my hard-on against the floor because I had to do something—anything. It was all too much.
Camden thrust against me. “This ass was made for breeding.” The sharp points of his claws dragged down my sides, too hard to be a tickle, yet not enough to hurt. It was an odd in-between prickle that left me gasping and trying to elbow him off me. He repeated the motion and pressed his claws harder. This time I moaned through the sting. He repeated the movement again, and I couldn’t stand it. When I elbowed backward, I aimed to hurt.
So fast my head spun, Camden grasped my hips and turned me over. I was under him on my back, which was scarier in a way. His face was so different in the hellish glow—serious and dangerous—and he didn’t seem to be quite human, even though I knew he couldn’t be anything else.
And he hungered for me.
He took a deep breath at my neck that had goose bumps rippling over my skin and my nipples peaking hard. I moaned at the new pain that sizzled on a direct line for my cock. He sniffed carefully down my front and stopped to flick his tongue over each nipple. I bit my lip andthunkedmy head off the floor. He snuffled down my body to where my cock was doing its best to escape my pants. I’d never had such an obscene tent sticking out from my front while clothed. Normally someone had to be balls deep in my ass before I was this excited. I ran my trembling fingers through his hair, and he paused, sniffing at my belly button. He nipped at my treasure trail, right above my belt buckle, and for a deranged second I thought he might sink his teeth in and take a real bite.
He kept moving, though, and sniffed at my trapped cock, letting out an irritated, animalistic sound. The muscles at the base of my cock contracted, and as the pleasure kicked through my gut, my cock tried to dance closer to him. He licked at my pants, and it fuckinghurtto be stuck in them. I wanted the rest of my clothes off, but I was scared to move and twice as terrified of what he might do with me naked.
He nuzzled along the ridge of my cock, and I broke, pushing up against his face with a whine. Words seemed somehow inappropriate right now, and besides, I couldn’t make myself think. Camden let out a satisfied growl and licked upward, over my belly button and in a straight line until he reached my neck. He used his nose to nudge my chin back, then sucked on my Adam’s apple. His teeth around such a sensitive part of my anatomy had me quivering in terror. My body floated as he clenched harder. I whimpered as he used his claws to scrape over my nipples. Electricity sizzled through my gut and had my nuts drawing up tight. He tongued the lump on my throat like it was a different body part entirely, and I humped up, begging for anything he would give me.
All at once Camden must have come to some decision because he went to his knees and moved until he had his arms under me, hefting.
“Cave Cam likes to sling me around, huh?” I rasped out with a weak chuckle as he hoisted me against his chest and stood. It was scary and disconcerting to have that much power casually displayed. He took me over to the couch—curved with a high end, a dip in the middle, and then a slightly raised foot—which I’d barely registered earlier. I’d never seen anything like it. And then he threw me over the highest arch on my stomach. I “oomphed” out an irritated sound, but he grasped the back of my neck and renewed anguish sizzled through me. I couldn’t do anything except pant and lie still with his hand right there balancing me precariously on the leather furniture.
There was the sound of a drawer opening and closing somewhere to my left, and I strained to turn and look over my shoulder, but I couldn’t see what he was doing.
“Stay still,” he demanded in a low, cold tone that had me freezing and holding my breath. He tugged on my belt, which shifted around my ready-to-pop cock and had me crying out, then did something. The sound of ripping fabric was thunder in the quiet room.
“Is that my fucking pants?” I went to look, and he smacked my ass. My cock bounced and I almost shrieked at the sensation. I was too hard. “Need you. Fuck.”
“I’ll hurt you if you’re not still, and it will be your fault.”
I hung my head, and then cool air tickled my asscheeks. There was a clatter as something was dropped to the floor, and a utility knife spun on the floorboards to my left. I gaped. “You had that near my… my….” I gasped and couldn’t say anything as two claws stroked against my bare ass, far too close to my hole. There was ashriipof cloth giving way. He dipped a claw deep between my cheeks, nearly caressing my hole, and I whimpered. Terror was a band around my chest. Was he so far gone he didn’t realize what he was doing?
“My ass, you can’t… please don’t….”
“You’ll have to trust me not to tear you to shreds,” he said, then snickered. “Trust me to make you howl in a good way.”
The familiar sound of a bottlesnickingopen behind me registered, and I groaned out my relief.Lube.I’d been worried he might try to jam his oversized cock in my ass with nothing—even if he’d said he would take care of me. He didn’t seem to bethinkingmuch. I shivered. Except about fucking me and owning me.I’m the only thing on his mind.I bit the tip of my tongue.
He loosened his grip on my neck, and I took my chance to try to slide down the couch face-first, because I still wasn’t sure I trusted him to use enough lube right now, and in spite of how fucking much I was enjoying this, it was majorly fucking freaky. Cam let out an unhappy snarl and dragged me back. His claws sank deep in my hips and he drove them farther into my flesh, punishing me.
“You don’t want to be my submissive mate? You want me to conquer you. Fine,” he snapped and shoved forward. My whole world narrowed down to his fat cockhead trying to fight its way into me with too little slick. My hole resisted for a second, and then the burn of the stretch had me crying out and struggling. But like earlier today, I couldn’t say I hated it.
The mixture of pleasure and pain had me shaking my head and gasping and trying to decide if I liked what I felt or not—but my cockknew. It throbbed and ached, needing more. My shaft was trapped. I wanted to touch it, but I couldn’t because of how he had my front hanging over the couch. I braced my hands on the leather and hooked the tops of my feet behind his knees for balance, but that only made me more aware of how tight my balls were and how much I needed to touch myself.
If he was going to fuck me, I wanted to be able to jerk off. I opened my mouth to demand he move me. But then he let loose, drilling brutal and fast, so much harder than he had in the bathroom today. My teeth chattered and my spine ached with the power of his hips battering my ass.
“This is what you get for not submitting to your Alpha,” he said as he brutalized me, but he sounded pretty fucking jazzed about it. He pushed me forward until my ass was angled a little higher, then pistoned faster. The change had me clawing at the leather and screaming. He hammered my prostate and laughed at the sounds I made while I could only hold on and survive the crazy tingles he was twisting up inside me. The thrilling pulse in my cock pounded in time to my heartbeat from the root of my shaft all the way to my cockhead. I squeezed my eyes shut tight.
Camden didn’t relent, didn’t slow, and it was all too much, too fast, and so good that through my sex haze, I was sure I’d be coming soon, with or without a hand on my cock. The couch inched across the floor, and he didn’t stop, just kept pounding me until it rammed the wall. Where the couch battered it, plaster cracked and fell; he didn’t stop.
