Page 58 of No Mane, No Gain

She nodded, her body already halfway toward her next orgasm.

He flipped her to face the counter, pushing her to lean on it. She spread her legs and grabbed the other end of the counter for support. Suddenly, he grabbed her thighs and lifted her off the ground. She squealed and tensed. Dammit, these stupid shifter men’s ability to lift a woman like she weighed nothing was messing with her head.

“Relax, beautiful,” he grunted at the same time he pushed into her, filling her pussy with his cock in one quick, hard drive. She couldn’t feel the floor, and all she could do was cling to the other end of the counter and hope he didn’t drop her. “Fuck, Olive. You’re so wet and slick.”

She gulped, loving how full she felt. “Oh, my god, you’re insane.”

“Ah,bella mia. If wanting to fuck you until you can barely stand and leave you full of my cum is crazy, then yes. I’m fucking crazy for you. And tonight, I’m claiming you. My mate.”

He pulled back, almost taking his dick all out, and then drove forward, grinding his pelvis into hers.

“My god!”

“That’s it,bella mia. Take me. You feel so good. Tight and wet.” He pulled back and plunged deep again. “I want to fill you with my cum.”

She moaned, clawing at the other end of the counter and gasping for breath. “Chaos...”

“Yes. Say my name, Olive. Tell me how much you want me to keep going.”

“Yes, yes! I want you. Don’t stop,” she moaned.

He gripped her hips, thrusting deeper. Harder. Raw. Every drive was an explosion shooting up her spine.

He bit his fingers into her hips. She swore blades were digging into her flesh. Then he slowed. He pumped deep. And again. Faster. Tension snapped inside her, taking her breath away. She choked a moan out and clung to the counter, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. He licked up her spine and bit down the back of her neck. He drove deep one final time before stopping and roaring while holding her down with his teeth, filling her with his cum.

“Mine!”

His.

She was his.

His cock pulsed inside. Jets of his semen continued shooting into her channel. A loud rumble sounded from his chest, making her back vibrate. He pulled out of her slowly, leaving her feeling like his cock had imprinted itself in her. He licked the back of her neck and kissed her where he’d bitten. She let go of the counter and tried putting her feet on the ground for all of two seconds before he lifted her back in his arms.

“Bedroom?”

She curled her arms around his neck and grinned. “Yes, please.”

TWENTY-EIGHT

Olive hummed along to the radio as she navigated her sleek Audi through the bustling streets of Manhattan. The late afternoon sun glinted off the towering skyscrapers, casting long shadows across her path. Her heart fluttered with anticipation as she thought about the evening ahead - a quiet dinner with Chaos at his penthouse.

She smiled to herself, recalling their conversation earlier that day. Chaos had sounded stressed, the tension in his voice palpable even over the phone. When she’d suggested coming over, his relief had been immediate and palpable.

“You’re a lifesaver,bella mia,” he’d said, his deep voice warming her from the inside out. “I could use a distraction from all this corporate nonsense.”

Now, as she approached a busy intersection, Olive pressed her foot on the brake pedal, expecting the familiar resistance. Instead, the pedal sank to the floor with no effect. Her heart leaped into her throat as she realized what was happening.

“No, no, no,” she muttered, pumping the brake frantically. The car continued to barrel forward, picking up speed as it rolled downhill. Panic surged through her veins as she yanked on the emergency brake, but it, too, failed to slow the vehicle.

Time seemed to slow as Olive’s mind raced through her options. She could see the intersection ahead, the light turning red, cars beginning to cross. With a surge of adrenaline, she jerked the wheel hard to the right, aiming for a narrow alley between two buildings.

The world exploded into a cacophony of screeching metal and shattering glass as the car sideswiped a dumpster, spinning wildly before coming to a violent stop against a brick wall. The airbag deployed with a deafening pop, slamming into Olive’s face and chest.

For a moment, everything went black. When Olive came to, she was dimly aware of voices shouting, the acrid smell of smoke, and a throbbing pain in her head. She blinked, trying to focus, but her vision swam.

“Miss? Miss, can you hear me?” A concerned face swam into view - a paramedic, she realized groggily.

“I... yes,” Olive managed, her voice sounding strange and far away to her own ears. “What happened?”

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