“Please don’t,” I whisper. But am I speaking to him, or my own body?
Like daggers, his claws dig into the flesh of my shoulder, flipping me over. My mouth and nose fills with the loamy pine needles, half suffocating me as he shreds my pants from my legs.
Furrows of fire rake my thighs with each swipe.
I try to push up, but his enormous weight pins me to the earth. Hot blood pulses between my thighs, pouring from the lengthy gashes he’s ripped into me.
“So quiet,” he growls. His tongue laps at the wounds, a rough bath over the sensitive torn skin. “I guess you’re used to pain.” He grips my hip, forcing my pelvis to tilt up from the ground, and piercing the soft flesh of my belly with his claws.
“I am,” I grunt, grinding my teeth against his onslaught. Years of surgery without anesthesia has me almost numb to any of it.
Well, it really fucking hurts. But I’ve learned how to shove it aside.
Box it up. Ignore it.
But then he sinks his hard cock into me in a single stroke.
Filling my pussy to a depth that bruises.
His groan melts against my ear before his canines latch onto my shoulder.
One forceful thrust grinds me against the root. Then another tears the skin between my breasts from the pressure.
His fingers twist into my hair, jerking my head up until my spine bends painfully.
Please, just get off quickly. Be done with me.
His bite loosens as his hips piston faster. In seconds, the wounds heal, the ache fades.
And the unwanted pleasure begins to bloom deep in my loins with each stroke.
Fuck. No. Don’t.
I can’t control it. I try biting my own lip to stem the pressure that coils inside me.
It’s the beast that speaks to me. Draws out the need.
Lures the passion through the hatred of the creature rutting into me.
His rigid cock rams with such zeal, he forces me over the edge, pushing the first cry from my throat as the shuddering quakes through my limbs uncontrollably.
With a roar, he freezes, buried deep in me to spill his wolfish seed against my throbbing womb, swelling until we’re tied.
Bound.
So different from just a few hours ago with Hudson.
Hudson touched me with reverence.
The creature inside me is fueled by lust.
His possessive hold on me is so much like…my last monster.Alexander.
“You liked it.” The asshole nips at my neck. Then he traces the mark with his tongue.
Softer. Gently.
As if he cares.
