“Fuck,” she gasped.“Raphael?—”
“Say it.”I paused the belt mid-swing.“Tell me what you need.”
“Please.”The word tore out of her, desperate and broken.“More.Please, more.”
I unzipped my trousers.Freed my cock, already hard and aching, and positioned myself behind her.She was soaked, her cunt glistening, her body ready even as her mind struggled to process the competing sensations.
I thrust inside her in one brutal stroke.
She screamed.Not fear.Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.The plug pressed through the thin wall separating her passages.I could feel how full she was, stuffed with my cock in her pussy and the plug stretching her ass.
I fucked her hard.Deep.Each thrust driving the plug deeper, making her cry out with every impact.The wolf was no longer watching.He was taking.Growls tore from my throat with every stroke, animal sounds that should have frightened her but only made her moan louder.
Her first orgasm hit without warning, violent and wrenching, her inner muscles clamping around me with a force that nearly broke my control.
I didn’t stop.Didn’t slow.Just kept driving into her through the aftershocks, chasing her toward the next peak while the wolf snarled beneath my skin.
Mine.Mine.Mine.The word pounded through me with every thrust.Her moans.Her pleasure.Her body clenching around me.All mine.
She was sobbing now, but not from pain.From release.From the sheer overwhelming flood of sensation that left no room for grief or fear or the weight of a world trying to crush her.I was giving her an escape, and I would give her as many as she needed.As many as it took to quiet the demons that had sent her to my door.
When I felt her building again, I pulled out.Heard her whimper at the loss.
“On the bed.Properly.”
I untied her wrists and guided her toward the headboard.Settled myself against the pillows, my back against the carved wood, and positioned her to straddle me facing away.Her marked ass pressed against my thighs, the welts hot against my skin.
I reached between her cheeks and pulled the plug free.She gasped at the sudden emptiness.
Then I pressed my cock against her ass.
“Slowly,” I said, my hands on her hips.“You set the pace.”
She lowered herself onto me.
The first inch made her hiss through her teeth, her body resisting the intrusion.I held myself still, letting her control the descent, fighting every instinct that screamed to thrust up and claim her completely.
I sank deeper into her.Her body stretched around me, tight and hot and impossibly good.
“You,” she breathed, hissing through the stretch as she sank lower, “want me to fuck myself on your cock?”
The growl tore from my chest before I could stop it.“Yes.Every inch.Until the only name you remember is mine.”
She began to move.Rolling her hips, taking me deeper with each motion, her hands gripping my thighs for leverage.I could see the scratch marks she left, could feel her nails digging into my flesh as she rode me.
My wolf was at the surface now.Eyes threatening to glow in the dim light.The snarl building in my throat, barely human, as she gave me this.Her body, her surrender, every hole, every inch of her.
Mine, the wolf chanted.Ours.No one else will ever have her like this.
I reached around her hip.Found her clit with my fingers, slick and swollen, and began to stroke.
Her rhythm faltered.Her head fell back against my shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built from two directions.My cock in her ass, my fingers on her clit, her body caught between sensations that had nowhere to go except through her.
“Raphael.”My name came out broken.“I’m going to?—”
“Come.”The command cut through her gasps.“Come for me.Now.”
She shattered.
