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I wouldn’t give in.

Icouldn’t.

So I didn’t, even though I should have.

Without really thinking about what I was doing, I gnashed my teeth together and bit down on his cock, hard enough to draw blood. I knew because I tasted it, sharp and metallic.

I don’t know what I expected. Maybe for him to pull out of my mouth and backhand me across the face, but he didn’t do any of those things. Instead, he stilled and stared down at me, his cock pressed all the way down my throat.

“You should have taken it like a good girl,” he snarled, and my heart dropped to the tips of my toes.

I guess I had been hoping that if I showed him how much of a fighter I was, he wouldn’t want to mate with me. That if I was difficult enough, he would walk away, and maybe they’d deem me too much of a problem and let me go back home, which was stupid really.

I knew what kind of world I lived in. I knew that when I was nineteen, I would be taken and forced to spread my legs for the wolves just so that I could bear their offspring. I knew this was coming, so why was it so hard to accept that it was actually happening?

He whirled his hand around and I flinched, expecting a slap, but then he grabbed the side of my head, pressing hard on a point beneath my jaw. Agonizing pain exploded on the side of my scalp, forcing me to open my mouth even wider. He didn’t let go.

His fingers twitched, and the next moment, I felt his nails digging into my skin, longer, sharper, like claws pressing into myflesh. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at him with his cock still deep in my mouth.

His eyes glowed, a molten metallic gold that seemed to pulse with an inner light, the pupils narrowing into thin slits. His face had changed, the bones shifting beneath the surface, elongating just slightly, and I watched in horrified fascination as his teeth lengthened, pointed canines pushing past his lips that glistened in the dim light of the fluorescent lightbulb overhead.

The transformation wasn’t smooth—it was jagged, painful-looking, as though his skin couldn’t quite contain whatever it was that wanted to break free. I heard a low, rumbling growl rise up from his chest, vibrating through the air, and I felt it in my bones.

I swallowed hard, trying to quell the rising panic inside of me, but it was difficult. Truthfully, it was impossible.

I watched as muscles in his neck bulged, thick cords of tension rippling under the surface, and a faint sheen of sweat covered his skin, catching the light. I could see the veins standing out against his forearms, his biceps swelling, his fingernails curling into claws that now hovered just inches from my face.

His chest expanded, rising and falling with every labored breath, and his skin seemed to stretch, to ripple as patches of fur began to sprout along his shoulders, his arms, dark and coarse. His back arched, and I heard something pop—like bones snapping back into place, rearranging themselves into something that was no longer fully human. His ears elongated, narrowing to a point, and for a moment, I couldn’t look away from how they twitched, as if they were already picking up sounds that I couldn’t hear, every small noise echoing through the room.

He stood there, half-man, half-beast, and I could see the struggle etched across his features, the way his jaw clenched, muscles bunching and straining as if he was fighting to keep himself tethered, to keep from being pulled under by whatever primal force was trying to take over.

His breathing grew heavier, each exhale a ragged snarl, and when he looked at me again, I saw it—him. Somewhere, buried deep in that feral gaze, I saw the man he was, fighting desperately to regain control.

But the wolf was winning.

And then he began tofuckmy face.

I realized then that he had been gentle before. He wasn’t any longer. Not even close. He thrust in and out of my mouth, jackhammering his cock down my throat and I screamed, but the sound was simply muffled by his cock. His hold on my jaw kept my mouth open, forcing me to take every thick inch of his dick whether I liked it or not.

I could feel him throbbing against my tongue as he lost control. Tears prickled in my eyes as he brutally savaged my mouth, leaving me aching and sore, but I knew my ordeal was far from over.

I knew better.

I knew it was only beginning.

CHAPTER 6

Kendra

The wolf reached down and pulled me to my feet. In a rush, he pressed me against the wall, caging me in with his large form as I struggled to catch my breath.

The wolf’s breath was hot on the back of my neck, coming out in ragged, uneven gasps that sent a shiver racing down my spine. His chest pressed against me, each rise and fall pushing me harder into the wall, his heartbeat thudding against my back, wild and erratic.

I could feel every inch of him, the solid weight of his body, the way the rough, newly sprouted fur brushed against my bare skin. He was so close, so impossibly close, and there was nowhere for me to go, nowhere to escape.

Nowhere for me to run.

“Let me go,” I choked out, my voice catching, barely more than a whisper. But even as I said it, I knew it wouldn’t make a difference. He wasn’t listening. Or maybe he couldn’t anymore.The part of him that might have understood, the part that might have hesitated, seemed to be slipping further and further away.

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