Page 28 of Rabid
The order washes through us, demanding that we bend to its will. My wolf and I are all rage, wrath, and fury. We’re lost to the rabid call of our broken nature, but dominance rolls off this male in waves, and for some reason, my wolfwantsto answer it. It’s not that we have to, but something in his command and his presence makes us feel as though it’s safe to.
Shock slams through me as my wolf submits. One minute she’s there, driving us to attack, to force this wolf to pay the price of his betrayal with his own blood. Then the next thing I know, she’s retreating inside of me as though this male’s order is the voice of reason she’s been so desperate for. That he might just be the glue that could pull us back together.
My bones crack and fur recedes as my wolf abandons me. No longer cloaked in her protection, I rise shakily on two feet, all the emotions and savage struggle still boiling my blood. My wolf has heeded his command, submitted to his dominance, and left me feeling crazed and fuming, still needing to rampage. I eye the stranger under my lashes with a fierce glare, resentment crawling under my skin for what he just did. He might’ve won over my wolf, but I’m full of so much vehement violence that I’m trembling with it.
He studies me with interest, and the distinct smell of lust wafts through the cave. My eyes harden even more, and the reaction sends a flicker of heat through his gaze. “She’s still riding you,” he states evenly, his eyes studying mine as though the answers are all written right there.
I’m getting really tired of people doing that to me. What the fuck is wrong with my eyes that others now look at me like that? A snarl builds in my chest, and I start to pace, unable to stand still. The need to act, to hurt something, is the only thing I can seem to focus on. I feel too full of anger, too wild, the rabid switch still flipped inside of me, even though my wolf retreated.
“Want me to help you?” his deep voice asks, but somehow, it feels less like a question and more a declaration of intention.
A growl of frustration clacks against the cave walls like tossed rocks. “And just what the hell are you going to do? Bring more wolves in for me to fight and just let them go after they’ve attacked me?” I taunt, pissed that he’s the reason I even feel like this. If he had just let me handle things like I wanted to, I’d be rolling in the blood of my enemy right now, exactly like I need.
Kill, kill, kill…
I close my eyes, bracing my body against the rough wall as I try to fight the rampant need, my mouth salivating at the want for blood.
“I’ll give you an outlet.”
My head turns toward him, attention latching onto all of those chiseled muscles cut in his skin as he stands unashamedly in front of me. The idea of the two of us fighting, of skin hitting skin, of rushing through this near-bursting adrenaline with unrestrained movement while I punish him...it fills me with excitement.
Yes.
That’s exactly what I need. An outlet.
I don’t bother answering. The offer to battle these cloying feelings out of my system is the exact salvation that I’m craving.
Without warning, I launch myself at him.
His eyes light up with excitement just as I slam into him, but before I can so much as land a punch, my hands are cinched in a tight grip and he’s twisted us, pinning my back mercilessly between the wall of the cave and his hard body.
I snarl at him, but infuriatingly, he lifts his lips into a cocky smirk. Enraged, I try wiggling my hands free so I can claw his face off, but his hold is firm. I shout at my wolf to come help me fight, to give me a burst of extra strength, but she just pants and watches from the sidelines, like she’s suddenly a golden retriever and not the rabid beast responsible for the state that I’m in.
The male drops his head to my shoulder and breathes me in deeply. I go still, my heart suddenly beating fast for an entirely different reason. Instead of fighting me like I expected, he runs the tip of his nose up the side of my neck, his plush lips a hair’s breadth from my ear. I can’t suppress the shiver that travels down the edge of my too-tight skin.
“Come on, Vicious. Show me what you’ve got.” It’s not a taunt or a jeer, it’s a genuine invitation.
My blood burns with unspent rage, but suddenly his musk, his need, is all I can smell. His hard body pressing against mine is all I can feel, and a new wave of sensation moves through me, stoking a different need. My nipples harden as interest pools between my thighs, and I stop struggling against his hold.
I’ll give you an outlet.
I start to pant as the outlet I want shifts into something else. My eyes lock onto his, my stare suddenly banked with heat, as though the claiming drive that my wolf was feeling before is back in full force. Desire mixes with my rabid acrimony, and together, they create a volatile cocktail of savage need and barbaric ablution.
I don’t need to kill, don’t need blood to coat my tongue. I need...
I need.
His nostrils flare and his eyes brighten as though he knows what we’re on the cusp of, and without warning, I drop my head to his shoulder and bite down...hard. He wants to see how vicious I can be, wants to give me a place to ride out the caustic tangle of emotions slamming through me? Then I’ll give it to him.
His blood seasons my mouth, tasting of moonlit runs, power, and untamable wildness. His growl vibrates through me, but instead of jerking me away, he presses against me harder. His hard cock digs into my belly, the heat of it making my entire body flush. My hips jerk forward, grinding into him, and he drops my wrists to reach down and cup my ass instead. Releasing his skin from my teeth, I snarl at him as he pulls me up and settles himself between my thighs, demanding I wrap my legs around his taut torso.
He answers my half-assed objection with a nip to the neck as his other hand pinches my nipple hard, as though he expects it to bring me to heel. My moan turns into a growl, and I try to push him away from me, needing more fight with the fucking. I need so much more if I’m going to purge myself of the onslaught of anger still pumping through my veins.
“Mmmmm,” he rumbles with approval, and then his hand is on my throat, pinning me to the rock wall of the cave, a silent promise in his eyes that he can handle whatever I’m going to throw his way.
Good. Because I can’t hold back. I don’t want to.
I whimper with need as his hold tightens around my neck, and I reach down and fist his cock, squeezing as hard as I can. My eyes light up when he groans, the noise traveling from his chest to mine. But it’s not enough. I want to feel that groan with his cock buried deep inside of me.
