Page 154 of Rut Bar

He angles himself behind Jamie, slipping between him and the wall. The three taut lines of rope go slack, and that’s all the warning I get.

Jamie rips his bindings free from the hooks that chain him, and then he’s on me. He’s faster than he looks. A trained athlete who stays limber through dancing. His muscles ripple as he pounces.

I whimper despite knowing it’s coming. That we planned for this and talked about it endlessly. But talking about it and doing it are different beasts. Adrenaline surges, making my heart rate spike. I fidget, my mind fighting my body’s primal urge to flee. The heel of my palm lands on a pillow and I go down flat, sabotaged by my own fucking nest.

A hand wraps around my ankle and tugs, and I let out a noise as I’m tugged down the bed while he crawls over me, his shoulders bunching as he climbs on top. Large hands spread my legs apart as he climbs between my thighs.

He bends down to sniff between my legs. His breath is hot as he smells me. To my embarrassment, a fresh bead of slick surges between my folds. I go still, too scared even to breathe, as he extends a tongue and licks me from ass to clit. His low, menacing growl turns to a purr that leaches the tension from my muscles.

Jamie bends me, repositioning me underneath him as he climbs my body. His engorged, ruddy cock is hard and leaking as it drags over my thigh. Moves across the thatch of hair at my groin. Dribbles pre-cum on my cleft. His hips buck as he fucks the air, his instincts riding him hard. Demanding things he’s not used to doing.

I fidget underneath him and his purr turns back into a growl that makes me whimper. Makes my pussy sopping wet and ready for a rough and brutal claim. I reach out to him through the bond instead. Try to reassure him. Let him know he’s mine. I’m not going anywhere. Not running. There’s no need to rush this.

Jamie shakes his head and frowns, then snorts. He rises high enough to grab my leg and hitch it higher, to tilt my pelvis and open me wider, and then his hips thrust again.

This time, his cock notches lower. It slides between my labia, drags through the puddle of my heat-sweetened slick, and sinks home. His thrust buries his cock to the hilt without gentle easing, and his blunt intrusion makes me gasp and arch against him. Once he starts, there’s no stopping him. Only enduring it until the rapid pace of his humping mellows from a demanding stretch to a feeling of fullness.

He crushes me to the bed, covering me completely and keeping me safe from competitors as he humps me. As he buries his swollen cock and works out three days of tension and denial on my pussy until I’m a wrecked and moaning mess beneath him.

I shouldn’t love it. Shouldn’t find enjoyment in the flipping of our natures. The brutality of his rough claim. Of being used like an object. A convenient wet hole to fuck and fill. But there’s something about knowing it’s Jamie who’s been driven to this beast-like fury that makes me feel small and soft. Feminine. Desired. Needed and adored.

Sweet Jamie, my prince, turned into a beast instead of the reverse. Tarzan, untamed. My pet turned feral. For me, his mate.

His knot drags against my sweet spot, and I want it. Want it more than anything. He’s never gotten this far without help before. Never learned how to properly top.

He doesn’t need help or direction now. He’s taking what he wants, and what he wants is me.

I shift the smidgeon I can underneath him, ignoring his growls of protest. My heels notch in the divots of his flexing ass. I wrap my arms around his broad back and dig my nails into his skin. Urging him on. I make him think I’m resisting him, fighting this claim so he won’t lose steam and stop. Not when we’re so close.

He pounds me harder, knocks the air from my lungs until I’m breathless and panting. His knot swells, my pussy tight around him. It catches on my pubic bone. Pulls free, then shoves back in. He grunts from the effort, his rhythm stuttering. I dig my heels in, refusing to let him go.

I fight through the fog of lust clouding my thoughts and dredge up words. It’s harder than usual. “Come inside me,” I order.

Two more thrusts, that’s all he lasts. He surges deep, his knot swelling in place. Tying us together.

His cock shudders inside me, pulses with the lashes of his cum as he paints my walls white and fills me with so much semen that my belly bulges. The pressure builds against his swollen stopper. It massages my clit from the inside, the deep root of that organ much bigger than anyone thinks.

I grind on his knot, whimpering as my orgasm swells. Crests. Hangs there. Devastating and out of reach. I need more, but I don’t know what to ask for. I don’t know how much he understands right now.

“Bite me,” I whimper.

Jamie’s head dips to my shoulder. He nuzzles the side of my throat that’s bare of any marks. Finds the scent gland there. His canines graze it and his cock jerks inside me as he tongues it. Sucks it into his mouth.

I open my mouth to repeat the order when he bites. All that comes out is a ragged moan that’s equal parts pain and pleasure. I jerk against him, his teeth ripping deeper as his jaw clamps tighter to keep me pinned underneath him. His pelvis grinds against my clit and I come, his knot and teeth buried deep in me as my universe shatters. The bond breaks, reforms, and snaps together stronger than before.

Slowly, one lick and rumble of his purr at a time, Jamie reconnects my jagged pieces.

My lungs refill with air and I catch my breath as aftershocks zip through me, my walls clamping down on his knot to squeeze out one last drop of his seed. In the bond, he’s calm and content. Sated. His long-buried instinct to rut finally satisfied.

Trapped underneath his colossal bulk, fully bonded and satiated, I am too. My dainty purr layers with his deeper one as my arms tighten around him. Slowly we recover. Sleep and contentment leave me limp as my heavy eyelids shut and refuse to open. It’s too much effort to do anything but lie here and breathe while his knot shrinks.

“Think it’s fine now?” Anthony whispers as he comes closer. The bed dips as he sets a knee on the other side.

“Should be. He did a good job. I can sense him through her.” Brendan joins us in the nest.

When Jamie doesn’t growl and guard me while they edge closer, we end up piled together. The warm, comforting weight of a blanket is thrown over us and I fall asleep like that. With his tongue bathing my claiming bite and his cum making a slippery mess of me when he finally pulls free, but doesn’t rise and let me go. The deep ache in my pelvis can’t dampen these feelings of lightness inside me.

“Good job, pet.” I stroke his hair and enjoy the weight of him.

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