Page 14 of His Mate

I couldn’t help it—my eyes dropped, tracing the lines of his body, the curve of his hips, the taut strength of his thighs, and then lower still.

His cock was massive and already partially erect. It jutted out from between his thighs, hard and throbbing and my core clenched.

I knew the basics of how sex worked. A man put his penis inside a woman’s vagina and then fucking ensued until he came inside of her, which would sometimes result in a baby if the conditions were right.

I didn’t know if I could do it. His cock was so big. I didn’t know how it was possible that he would fit inside me and even if he did, it would certainly hurt far more than I was prepared for.

I didn’t want it.

I felt my cheeks flush, heat flooding my face, and I snapped my gaze back up, my mouth dry, my heart beating so fast it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

His piercing eyes leveled with mine and I knew without a doubt that he was a wolf.

He took a step forward, and I pressed myself harder against the wall, my breaths coming in shallow, panicked gasps. He just stared at me, his gaze steady, unflinching, and I could see the way his eyes moved, taking me in, cataloging every inch of my exposed skin.

For a moment, neither of us moved, and then, slowly, deliberately, he took another step toward me. I flinched, my body tensing, and I could feel the sting of tears at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

“Stay away from me,” I spat, the words laced with as much venom as I could muster. “Just… stay away.”

His expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his eyes—something dark, something dangerous—and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“It’s not up to you,” he said finally, his voice low, rough, like gravel grinding together. It was the first time he’d spoken, and the sound of it sent a jolt through me, a reminder that this wasn’t some dream, that this was real, that I was trapped in this padded cell with a man who could break me without even trying, all while barely even lifting a finger.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice cracking, and I hated how small and desperate I sounded. “Why are you here?”

I don’t know why I asked. I knew why he was here.

He took another step closer, and I could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his presence seemed to fill the room, pushing out the air, leaving me breathless.

“You know why,” he murmured, and the way he said it, the way his voice dipped, made my stomach twist, made something cold and sick settle deep inside me.

This was happening. This was really happening and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“No,” I said, shaking my head, backing away even though there was nowhere left to go. “No, I don’t want this.”

He moved faster than I could react, closing the distance between us in an instant, his hand shooting out to grab my wrist, pinning it over my head against the padded wall. I gasped, my body jerking, but his grip was unyielding, the strength in his fingers making it clear that I couldn’t fight him.

That I couldn’t win.

He was too strong, and in an instant, I knew that he could hold me down no matter how hard I fought and make me take it, and that thought terrified me.

Somehow, it also made my pussy clamp down hard in anticipation, but I refused to let myself face that fact or even acknowledge it a little bit.

“Don’t lie,” he said, his voice a growl, and I could feel his breath on my skin, hot and ragged. “You know exactly why I’m here.”

I stared up at him, my heart pounding, and for a moment, I saw something else in his eyes—something that looked almost like regret, like pain. But it was gone before I could be sure, only to be replaced by a cold, unforgiving mask.

I swallowed hard, trying to pull my wrist free, but it was no use.

“Please,” I whispered, and I hated how weak I sounded, how broken. “Please, don’t.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear, sending a shudder through me, and I could feel his cock, hard and heavy against my thigh, the heat of him making my skin flush.

“They’ve given me a serum. There’s nothing I can do to fight it. In a moment, I’m going to lose control and fuck you. The more you struggle, the sorer you’re going to be, the more it’s going to hurt. For your own good, take it like a good girl. I beg you,” he growled, his gravelly voice vibrating down my spine like a summer storm rolling in on the horizon.

I gritted my teeth and stared at him in silence. There was something different about him now—something more primal, something growing exceedingly dangerous. His movements became slower, more fluid, and I could see the muscles in his shoulders bunch and ripple, like something was just under his skin, straining to get out. His eyes shifted, the blue bleeding into amber, the pupils narrowing to thin, predatory slits, and I felt a jolt of fear that nearly knocked the breath out of me.

My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. He was losing control—I could see it, the way his nostrils flared, the way his lips peeled back from his teeth, showing a hint of sharp white canines.

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