Page 14 of The Ballerina

My hips thrust up at the thought. “I could be persuaded,” I joke. Mostly.

The thought of making her come like that, fighting to keep her quiet so no one knows what is happening is certainly a turn-on for me.

She turns her head to stare at me for a moment before straddling me. She pulls at my hair harshly, forcing my head back before she kisses me. She rubs her body against mine while taking what she wants from me.

And then the cold air hits me and she is out of the car. Cathy takes off running into the wooded area beside the road. I smile broadly. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect mate.

Stepping out of the car, I calmly walk toward the woods. I won’t be running just yet. I need to give her a head start. Where is the fun in catching her immediately?

I scent the air to gauge her general direction while removing my tie and cufflinks and dropping them on the hood of the car. I can hear her feet pounding against the packed earth and the excitement spikes in my veins, adrenaline pumping through me. I pick up her discarded shoes on the side of the road and add them to the pile of items I am building.

Turning, I take in the dark forest, breathing deeply before I set off after her, bounding through the undergrowth, swinging around trees and fallen obstacles. My heartbeat is even, and my senses are on high alert. My wolf is just below the surface helping to guide me as I track my prey.

It only takes a few minutes to catch her, but it is worth it. My mate fights me like she knows it is something I would want but have never said out loud. She hits my chest with her little fists when I push her up against a mighty oak tree and slaps at my hands when I pull the straps of her dress down her arms.

“Please don’t do this,” she begs.

But I know it’s all an act. The smell of her slick clings to the forest. The sound of her dress tearing is loud in the night. Her breasts bounce in the lacy confines of her strapless pink bra and a growl falls from my lips. My beast is close to the forefront.

The hunt. Catching my prey. It’s driving me insane. My length begs to be set free of the confines of my navy slacks, but I need to take a moment to calm down. I don’t want to hurt her.

The sound of skin hitting skin draws my attention before I feel the sting from the slap she lays across my cheek. My vision goes dark around the edges, and I feel myself slipping.

“Fuck you,” she all but spits at me.

My wolf surges to the forefront and I battle to remain in control. My elongated fingernail slips between her breasts to rend the material from her body, allowing her breasts to fall free. I can feel the change in my face, knowing I am well on my way into my shift. I howl at the night sky, long and loud.

When I look at my mate, I see the flush of arousal painted across her chest, the beautiful pink color creeping up her neck and onto her face.

Shit.

She really is getting turned on by this.

Gripping her hips, I lower her to the ground on all fours.I know I’m not being as careful with her as I should be, but she is pushing me to the brink. Breathing deeply, I take a moment to push my wolf back so that I am the one in control. Cathy tries to crawl away from me, but I catch her ankle and drag her back.

I tangle one hand in her hair, holding her in place while I rip a hole in her lacy panties with my thighs around her legs. My cock springs forward the moment I lower the zipper, and I don’t hesitate to enter my mate.

“Fuck!” She cries into the night air, an orgasm ripping through her with the first stroke.

“Shit,” I mumble, holding perfectly still and trying to hold back my own pleasure. “Are you enjoying this?” I have to ask the question, to make sure she is with me every step of the way.

“Please,” she begs sweetly, trying to fuck herself on my cock.

“You don’t have to beg, sweetness. I’m going to wreck this pussy just like I promised.”

I thrust into her hard and fast, no longer worried about hurting her. She is loving this just as much as I am, maybe even more. I pull at her hair and harshly knead her breasts as I allow myself to get lost in the pleasure. Below me, my mate screams in ecstasy as she rolls from one orgasm to the next. The harder I fuck her, the more she wants.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she chants over and over, her voice going hoarse. Her body is in tune with mine, fucking herself onto my cock with an enthusiasm I’ve never experienced before.

I bottom out and let my orgasm sweep me under, my knot locking us in place as I fill her with my seed and praying this time I breed her. My body is robbed of all strength, and I fall to the side, taking her with me. Our labored breathing is the only sound in the deathly quiet of the night.

I take her hand in mine and kiss the palm. Immediately, I taste the blood and I die a little inside. I hurt my mate. Mysemi-hard erection and my knot both instantly deflate at what I have done. She must have felt me stiffen because she turns in my grasp to look at me.

“Stop that,” she chastises. “I loved every minute.”

“I hurt you.” I can’t even face her as shame drags me under.

“And I’m a shifter. Not some weak-ass human,” she sasses. “I’ll race you back to the car.”

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