Page 84 of Prey

“It’s… God, Nikolai…”

“Tell me what you feel.”

“Full. Strange. But I want…” She trails off, embarrassed.

“Want what?”

“More.”

I grin behind my mask, working a third finger into her ass. She’s opening for me now, her body accepting the intrusion with growing eagerness.

When I finally position my cock at her rear entrance, we’re both shaking with need. I go slowly at first, letting her adjust to my size, but she pushes back impatiently.

“Don’t you dare be gentle,” she pants.

I lose control at her words, driving forward until I’m fully seated in her ass. She cries out—pain and pleasure mingling in a sound that goes straight to my balls.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groan, fighting the urge to come immediately. “So perfect wrapped around my cock.”

I start moving, long slow strokes that make her whimper. Her fingers claw at the forest floor beneath us as I fuck her ass with increasing intensity.

“Touch yourself,” I command. “Make yourself come while my cock is buried in your ass.”

Her hand disappears between her legs, and I can feel her fingers working her clit. The additional stimulation makes her even tighter around me, and I know I won’t last much longer.

“That’s it,” I growl, my rhythm becoming erratic. “Come for me again. Show me you belong to me.”

Her second orgasm is even more intense than the first, her entire body shuddering as she screams her pleasure into the dusk. The sight and sound of her complete surrender push me over the edge.

I come with a roar, flooding her ass with my seed, marking her in the most intimate way possible. My vision goes white at the edges as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.

We collapse together, both of us spent and gasping. I gather her against my chest, my cock still buried inside her, unwilling to break the connection.

“You fought because you wanted to,” I murmur against her hair. “Not because you felt like you had to.”

She turns in my arms, meeting my eyes for the first time since I found her. “Maybe I’m more broken than either of us realized.”

“Maybe broken is exactly what I need.”

Something fundamental has changed between us. She made the hunt real, made the claiming earned rather than inevitable. The distinction matters more than I expected.

Tomorrow I won’t set out gear for another hunt. I won’t pretend any of this is conditioning anymore. She saw what I was doing before I could admit it to myself, and the pretense of protocol died the moment she said it out loud.

As darkness settles over the forest, I carry her back toward the compound, knowing the next seventy-two hours are goingto be pure bliss in my breeding room. Because now I know the truth—she doesn’t want to escape anymore.

She wants to stay with me.

31

JENNA

The room stops my breath.

Mirrors. Everywhere. Ceiling, walls, angled surfaces that reflect and multiply us into infinity. Padded benches with restraints. A table covered in supplies I don’t want to identify. And in the center, a breeding bench—angled perfectly to keep everything inside once he’s finished with me.

My stomach drops. Not from fear. From want.

“Jesus Christ,” I whisper, and my voice echoes back at me. “You’re insane.”