Page 6 of Despair

Finally, some long minutes of excruciating pleasure later, she stopped fighting.

He growled in triumph when her body stopped straining against his hold, her muscles softening under his hands. He released her neck and wrists to finally grab at her hips. She’d submitted, even if reluctantly so—it was time to reward her with what they both craved.

But when he picked up the pace, his female moaned hoarsely—and then she widened her legs and arched her back, pushing back against his aggression with the smallest of movements.

True surrender.

He wasn’t prepared for the rush of mind-shattering ecstasy splintering through his head in response. Black desire darkened his vision, his knot swelling hard and fast. It was instinct alone that let him push it past her straining lips before it became too engorged.

Shescreamed,the pain stronger in her voice than when he’d first penetrated her, and he had to clamp his arms and legs around her and push her bucking body against the mattress with the bulk of his own torso to stop her from lurching forward in her desperation to escape his knot.

Grunting at the electric currents of rapture sparking up his spine as he began to come in powerful spurts, he rocked his hips forward, ensuring his still-swelling knot pushed through the tight spot in her pelvis that caused her to sob and shake in the prison of his arms.

He felt it the second his tie locked where it was supposed to, like a puzzle piece snapping into place.

And so did she.

She jolted hard underneath him, a gasp escaping her in a dry croak—and then her cunt clamped down tight, snapping shut around him like a vise.

They groaned together as her pink inners locked on his knot, the pleasure so strong he could hardly move. But he did, knowing what she needed from her alpha.

Gritting his teeth, he ground his hips against her, forcing his knot into the ribbed flesh along her frontal wall fluttering against his pulsing girth.

The little female screamed again, but this time, there was no pain lancing through his ears.

She jerked and bucked uselessly, but it wasn’t to escape his brutal penetration. Her body ground on his knot, riding it hard as a rough orgasm tore through her small frame. Her cunt gushed for him, making the rocking motion draining his cock for its seed slick and smooth.

Her climax lasted a long while,peaking and ebbing like waves on the ocean as her cunt forced pleasurable shivers almost too intense to bear through his engorged cock.

He groaned with her when her tight heat pulsed on him yet again, crooning praise when she gushed another trickle of slick to ease the coupling.

Though he searched the dazed echoes of his memories, he could think of nothing that had felt like this—like being buried balls-deep in the woman he’d known was his mate since they’d first locked eyes. And nothing else ever would.

It wasn’t a conscious thought, but an instinctive knowledge that went all the way to his marrow.They’dpunished him for rejecting another, but no pain could ever compare to the primal knowledge of having found his mate at last.

When she finally stilled, her tears dry on her cheeks and her whimpers of pleasure fading to deep, shuddering breaths, his knot finally released its tie on her battered depths.

In their bond, he felt her exhaustion and the sweet song of her satiation, but as the silence spread in their cell, he sensed a dull flicker of her fear pulse unpleasantly in their bond as well.

He rutted her again then, his body heavy on her back and his cock hard between her thighs, knotting her deeply when she surrendered her pleasure to him once more.

And again. And again. And again, until finally, some long hours later, there was nothing but submission humming through her end of their bond.

3

Lillian

The next time I woke up, it was definitely my aching muscles that first grabbed my attention.

I groaned at the dull throbbing between my thighs, wincing as I tried to move into a more comfortable position.

A questioning grunt sounded next to my ear, the warm, heavy press on top of me moving slightly to accommodate me.

I stilled, even as my heart quickened as 351 rubbed his nose against the side of my head, a lump of panic forming in my hoarse throat. “Please. Please, don’t. It hurts so much. Please.”

351 made a noise of displeasure, then clamped his jaws around the base of my nape. It wasn’t hard enough to agitate the scabs from his claiming bite; just enough that the trigger points there sent a calming rush of endorphins through my blood.

It helped quell my mounting panic just enough. I breathed raggedly, but deeply underneath him, forcing oxygen through my lungs until he deemed me calm enough and finally let go again.

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