“You’ll be a good dad,” I say before giving him a naughty smile.“But you’ll have to catch me first.”
I jump out of the car and run as fast as I can.The snarl from the car is a deeper, more primal sound than I’ve ever heard from my mate, but I don’t hesitate.
The night air is cold, leaves and twigs smack and scratch me, but I hardly feel it.I’m high on the chase, only focusing on the fire building in my body and the path in front of me.My lungs burn and I try to push past it.This isn’t like the other times we’ve played a game of chase.This has stakes.Compulsively I want to make Jack work for this, fight to breed me.
Oh my gods.I almost trip.The thought of that is enough to kick the throb between my legs even higher.
I don’t hear him pursuing me, but I don’t dare stop running to check.I dodge trees and wind through branches.The moonlight is bright and makes it easier to see the ground.
Just when I’m wondering why Jack is letting me get so far, he strikes.
A body collides with mine, and we both go sprawling on the moss-covered ground.Instead of laughing and submitting to my mate how I normally would, I struggle.Instincts that I hardly recognize are screaming at me to make Jack earn the right to fuck his baby into me.
I thrash against him, using my legs and arms to try and move his large body and escape.The ground scrapes against my skin and heightens the sensation.
A contrary battle takes place inside me.I throb, achy and so wet my inner thighs and pussy are soaked under my sundress, but I don’t give in.The struggle is honest.
Luckily for both our bodies, Jack is much stronger than I am.I end up on my hands and knees, his hand gripping the back of my neck.
“MINE!”he bellows.The timbre of the word hits me low in my belly, and sharp teeth press against my mating mark.
I cry out in relief as the fight leaves me.I stop struggling, and the tantalizing teeth disappear with a deep sound of approval.I groan, subdued and needy.My dress is pushed up without preamble, and I sink my chest lower to the ground, knowing what comes next from all the times we’ve done this before.
The action has never felt this tense, and I’ve never felt as absolutely desperate to experience the stretch of him inside me as I do now.Distantly I wonder if lycanthropes can throw their mate into a heat-like experience because I’ve never been so turned on and so wanting to be filled until his seed leaks from me.
My wet underwear rips as if they’re paper, the fabric digging into my hip, and the stab of pain just makes me hotter.
“My mate,” Jack growls, his claws gripping my hips firmly.
I moan.“Yes.”
“You’re so wet for me.I could scent you wherever you’d run in this forest.”His grip tightens and I pant.
My keyed-up body tenses around nothing.
“You’re mine.I’ve fought and claimed you under this moon.I’ll fill your womb until you carry my young.”
YES!I almost can’t breathe from the desire pounding in my heart.
I whimper in relief when I hear the slick slide of Jack’s cock unsheathing and his wet thickness slides down my ass.I move my hips back against the probing tip of him.Its wetness mixing with my own.
I know what’s coming, but it still surprises me.
Jack thrusts into me without warning, and I grunt.
“Oh fuck,” I whine, losing control of my body for a moment, thrashing, fighting his forging thickness.But it’s a useless fight.He dominates me, filling me up until I can only receivehim.
My body adjusts like it always does, and my struggle ceases as I groan at the heavy feel of him inside me, knowing each slide will eventually lead him to spill his seed into me and being needy for it.
“More,” I slur, lust drunk.
My mate gives me what I’m asking for, working his cock deeper and deeper inside me.Each thrust of his hips has him grunting.
“So tight.You fit me perfectly.”
His hips hit my ass, bottoming out the ridiculous size of him inside me, and I clench on it hungrily, letting out a desperate sound.
Everything is so much.Each slide of him and the thought of being owned so completely—bred—short-circuits my brain.