Page 31 of Rabid
“Wrong.”
As if he’s punishing me, he starts fucking into me with hard, shallow thrusts, dick barely able to move because of the knot tying us together. But he fucks me into the ground regardless, while I claw at him, pulling his ass closer, demanding, growling unintelligible words for him to keep touching my clit, harder, faster, more, more, more...
I come again with a scream, clamping down so hard on him that I feel it force another spurt of release from his cock, his red-hot seed bathing my insides.
And still, he fucks me. Still, I growl and writhe for more, demand he make me come, to keep the pleasure riding high so the pain doesn’t drag me under.
He rolls us over, his back now pressed against the ground. At this angle, he’s so gorgeously chiseled, so masculine and strong, his tanned skin bared in the moonlight. Brown hair disheveled, tawny eyes scouring me. Even in this position, he’s so utterly in control of my body, and it makes me clench around him as my gaze skates over every dip and angle of his muscles. Without hesitation, I ride him, his hands coming up to grip my breasts as I grind back and forth, finding the perfect pressure for my clit and riding the delicious line between pain and pleasure as his knot stretches me even tighter.
“Come again,” he demands, jutting upward with gritted teeth, while I rake my nails down his hard chest.
“Don’t tell me what to fucking do,” I growl back, even as my body follows his command, the walls of my pussy clamping down on him like a fist.
“Christ…”
I scream out my bliss before collapsing on top of him, my body going jellied with exhaustion. I press against his heat, and even though he’s pure muscle, his firm form is deliciously comfortable, and I find myself just wanting to get closer, to have more of him. He curls us over to our sides and bends my knee up, and then he’s still grinding, still forcing me to come. “I can’t…” It’s an out-of-breath plea, because I don’t have it in me to come again.
But the infuriating male doesn’t stop. Instead, his hand curves around my hip, and he slaps my clit, making me squeal with a jump. “You can. Now come for me again.”
That order shouldn’t turn me on. His arrogant dominance shouldn’t make my core flood with wetness, but it does. It does, and I hate it. I want to fight, to make him suffer for my body making a liar out of me. But a punishing spank against my pussy turns to more pleasurable abuse as he pinches and flicks and then rubs it like he knows my cunt better than I do.
He pulls his cock out as far as it will go, eliciting a scream from me, the pain of being so horriblystretchedall-consuming. Just when it starts to be too much, he shoves back in, and I see stars, the forced orgasm exploding a thousand of them into existence.
A roar in my ear accompanies the crash of our collision, as my body gives the last it can. The orgasm to end all orgasms finally fists the last of his release from his body in a squeeze of merciless demand before I crumple.
A blanket of sleep wraps itself around me, its weight pulling me under instantly, my entire body wrung out. The last thing I feel before I slip into the sweet lure of dark unconsciousness is his seed shooting inside me and his mouth clamping down again on the mark he already made. As if he’s showing me, without a shadow of a doubt, just how thoroughly I’ve been claimed.
Chapter Eleven
Birdsong dances on the air all around me as a cool breeze coaxes goose bumps to crawl lazily up my thigh. I roll onto my back, a delectable soreness having settled into my muscles and limbs. I stretch, fighting off the ache in my body and ignoring the twinges between my thighs.
Images of what happened last night flit in and out of my mind, reminding me of what it felt like to have the mystery male moving in and out of my body, working me over in ways I never knew I needed and am now worried I’ll crave.
Anxiety crawls up my throat, and I crack open my lids, intent on sneaking a peek at this male and trying to determine what to do about him. Except when my eyes adjust to the daylight now penetrating the cave, I discover that I’m alone. Annoyance settles in my chest that he’s not here, and then I get irritated with myself for that thought.
I don’t want this.
I fought against Burke’s threats to claim me, to take what he wanted. I tried to run from my pack, from the only home I’ve ever known, fully intending to abandon my wolf spirit just so I could avoid being forced into a mating I didn’t want. And yet here I am. Dried cum on my inner thigh, a fresh bite on my shoulder, and a body that’s begging for more despite my feelings on the matter.
My wolf growls inside of me, and I huff out my irritation. No, this male didn’t take me against my will like Burke tried to do. Yes, I did practically beg him to fuck me. But I didn’t ask to be marked, to be tied to a wolf I don’t know in a pack that’s known for its barbaric cruelty and backward, feral ways. No, thisforced connection is what I tried to run from.Thisis what I fought against and what made my home pack abandon me to a bunch of savages. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, despite the way my wolf lost her mind last night.
I pull in a deep inhale. The scent of the male mixing with mine is an undertone to the smell of lust and aggression that was expressed in this cave last night. I look around me, no hint of the male anywhere or sign as to where he went, and I debate what I should do.
Technically, our bond isn’t complete. My wolf needs to bite him back to finish the claiming. Which means maybe I can still run. If I could get far enough away, the pull to him could weaken and fade. I could build a life. I’d still have to stay away from other shifters and constantly watch my back, but I could do that. I was prepared for that exact outcome before.
I feel my wolf’s hackles rise and release a frustrated sigh. The only problem with that plan is that I have my wolf spirit to contend with now. And if what’s happened to me since our souls merged has taught me anything, it’s that there’s something wrong with us, and that fighting against my baser wolf instincts is easier said than done.
I really was going to kill that other unknown wolf last night. The image of me attacking him flashes in my mind, and I thread my fingers through my tangled and dirty hair before dropping my head in defeat. The brown-eyed male stepped in, fucked me, claimed me, and now my wolf wants to stay. Yeah, I could run, but how long would it be before my wolf forced me to come back? And worse, what would this pack do to me when that happened? What wouldhedo to me?
“Fuck!” I shout out. The shock of sound sends a flock of birds up into the air, abandoning their safety in the canopy of trees.
The bright blue sky looks down on me without a care in the world, and as though I findthata personal affront, a burning anger starts to build in my gut. I recognize the now broken parts of myself and my wolf, rearing up to drive us into a fit of rabid fury. I fight it, trying to breathe deeply and measuredly through the sensation instead of letting it take root in my chest and drive my actions to madness. I need to figure out how to combat this, to shut down the wild insanity of it if I’m ever going to hope for some semblance of a life that I can live with.
My wolf is ready to dive into the anger as though nice weather is a worthy foe for us, but I know logically that makes no sense. Her instincts are riding me hard, but I’m still in here too, and I need to learn to fight it off.
I focus on the weird chirp of insects, a sound and creature we don’t have back home at Twin Rivers. I try to let its music pull me from the madness and focus on the fact that I’m alive. That I survived Burke. I run through the good things that have occurred in my current state instead of focusing on the bad, in hopes it calms my jagged soul. I need to be strong.
I get tossed a vision of the brown wolf as if in response. I grudgingly give my wolf that one, because hewasstrong. He did win the chase and the fights. And mate or not, that was the best fuck of my life. I’m never going to do it again, but at least I’ll have the memories. My wolf growls at me, but the menace that was filling my veins is suddenly calmer. I dismiss her protest and push to my feet, because whatever it is I’m doing, it’s time to get going.
