Page 40 of Feral

He grunted again and drew his hips back, dragging the thick shaft and hard rim of his head through my pussy much rougher than I was prepared for, only to slam his cock back in before I was ready.

“Fuck!”My pained cry rang through the room as the alpha fucked me hard and rough, making my pussy squelch lewdly for every push through my straining opening.

But through the deep burn of his ruthless stretch, hot pleasure crackled in every nerve ending, mixing reluctant moans with my pained cries.

He was so big behind me, inside of me, taking control of my body so he could force pleasure into me for every savage thrust, and I finally understood what it meant to surrender.

The second I gave into the pleasure, the ache faded to the background, still there but irrelevant. There was just him, his scent, his touch, his brute strength, and the torturous ecstasy rolling through my pelvis.

When his thrusts became shorter and sharper, Zach released my torso and grabbed my hips instead, and this time, I knew what was coming.

I braced my palms against the rough concrete wall and widened my thighs for him, taking the pounding all the way to my core, urging him to finish with mewled pleas.

It worked.

The swelling at the bottom of his already too-thick shaft grew swiftly, catching against my opening for every time he slammed in hard. The alpha growled in response, grinding against me, forcing the still-growing knot through my opening only to pull it back out on the backstroke.

It hurt like hell, and despite my resolve to submit, I yowled and clawed at the wall, trying to tuck my ass to escape his brutal knot. I knew it would only get bigger before it was over.

He didn’t let me.

Zach clamped his teeth around the back of my neck, forcing me to still with a desperate whimper as he kept grinding his fat knot in and out of my aching channel. Finally, several strokes later, it was too big to pop back out.

Growling with unmistakable pleasure, he tightened his grip on my hips and slammed his cock all the way to the very bottom of my pussy, the wide head kissing my cervix as his knot forced the narrowest part to gape before it finally hooked behind my pelvic bone.

Iscreamed,the pain so overwhelming it took me several seconds to feel the roar of orgasm burning through my entire abdomen with a force so great my vision blackened and my knees gave in. If he hadn’t kept me upright, I would have fallen—but he did.

Zach held onto me, grinding his horrific knot in just the right place to keep my conquered sex pulsing and spasming in frantic ecstasy, forcing my climax to go on and on until I forgot what it felt like to not be tied by my pussy to the brutal male. There was only him, and me, and unending, agonizing pleasure.

I hadno recollection of time passing, only of slowly settling relief as my body’s frantic contractions on the cock lodged deep in my core eased to a tremor. The fog of bliss was even slower to subside, and for a long time, I simply hung from my chained wrists, unable to think as Zach held me tight against his body, ensuring I didn’t fall.

He was crooning at me, I dimly realized. Praising me with nibbles and licks against the mark on my neck.

Checking that I was okay.

I squeezed my pelvic muscles experimentally, then winced as my pussy found no give in his still-swollen knot.

Zach groaned, a pleasured sound, and I stilled, not wanting to encourage another mating. The time he’d rutted me in the cell had been all the proof I needed that the alpha was capable of multiple rounds.

But the more the blissful fog around my mind retreated, the more aware I became of my own body—of the tired muscles and the soreness between my legs. And, most especially, of the fat knot still lodged snugly behind my pelvic bone. And it wasn’t sexy anymore.

Before, despite the pain, there’d been pleasure and perverse excitement about getting plugged by the huge thing, the stretch forcing my reluctant body into a mind-bending orgasm. But now, with the desire for sex throughly fucked out of me? It was just uncomfortable.

I shifted, trying to ease the pressure in my gaping pussy, and earned a scolding growl from the alpha and a twinge from my pelvis when I accidentally pulled on our tie.

The other times he’d mated me, I’d passed out shortly after getting the knot. I wasn’t prepared forthis—the phaseafter.

Maybe it’d be different if we were in a bed, just the two of us, with no one watching and the physical intimacy of his knot tying us like the humming bond lodged in my chest. But here, now… It was just awkward, and I wanted it to be over.

A sensation that didn’t exactly die down when the door behind us burst open and Zach jerked, head snapping around as a warning growl made its way up his throat.

I whimpered from the pull and he mercifully stilled his hips, but the growl only built to a snarl when guards entered the room, followed by Dr. Axell.

“Ah, the coital tie,” the doctor hummed, an amused note to his voice as the guards began dragging the still passed-out alphas out of the room. “No better way of keeping an alpha in check.”

“He’s injured,” I gritted out, trying to swallow my loathing for my former boss to ensure Zach got the treatment he needed for his wounds. “He needs medical attention.”

“No worse than he’s been before, but once you’re back in your cell, we can provide you with some things to look after him. Some nurturing will only solidify the mating bond, after all.”

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