Page 58 of Feral

“Ow, fuck!”Her hands flew to his stomach, pressing desperately at his abs, and he realized this was all wrong. She was supposed to be on her hands and knees to prevent her from scratching at his eyes and biting his flesh, but it was too late now. Electric jolts ran up his spine, making him snarl with the reminder of the torturous shock collar he wore, but the sensation was anything but painful. Her wet inners clutched at his cock, massaging it for every fitful spasm, the tight milking making him throb and fill out even harder than before. There was no force in this world great enough to ever separate him from her cunt again. She could claw out his eyes if she wanted—he was never gonna stop fucking her.

He shoved forward, seating the full length of his cock inside her wet heat with one slow, brutal thrust, penetrating her to her very core.

Her eyes were wild, lush lips parted in a pained grimace, but she didn’t claw at him. She didn’t even fight him. Her hands remained frozen against his stomach, trying and failing to prevent full penetration, but she seemed to have accepted her fate.

A tendril of sharp, near-painful bliss jolted through him as he allowed himself a moment to bask in the pleasure of her wrapped around him, from the very base of his dick to the his head pushed snugly up against the end of her trembling cunt. Memories, thoughts, and sensations screamed at him, flashing images bombarding his mind, trying to force him toremember.He pushed it all away until there was nothing in his world but her heartbeat drumming against his cock from where they were connected. And finally, he allowed his instincts to swallow him up, leaving nothing behind but a mindless beast, no echoes of pain or torture clouding his mind.

His first thrust made her yowl and clench her fists against his abs. Instincts made him bend his head and nibble at her jawline, distracting her from the pain of his too-big cock. She still sobbed as he fucked her, her wet heat never releasing its tight grip on his girth, but she gasped and mewled in between her cries when he sucked and licked at her neck. Soon her hands moved from his stomach to his chest, flattening against his hard muscle, no longer protesting his presence inside of her.

He’d known pleasure like this before, he realized as he pounded her cunt in savage thrusts. And he’d knownher.He stared down at her as she cried and panted, memorizing every detail of her face. The bond in his chest hummed so loudly it warred with the physical pleasure of mating, trilling a joyful tune, and he knew this was where he was supposed to be, always. Between her thighs, inside of her, making her feel every bit as wonderful as she made him feel.

He pressed his lips to hers before he’d made the decision to, kissing her as the memory of how came back to him.

She startled in response, clearly not expecting anything from him but the rough, relentless thrusts in her pussy, but soon she softened, sliding her arms around his neck. When their mouths separated, the look of shock on her face was unmistakable. Then he pummeled the head of his cock directly into the spongy spot inside of her, and she threw her head back, her entire bodyclenching.

The pleasure that rocked through his cock and up his backbone was more than his mind could take. Her pussy squeezed him to a full stop, only to erupt in a series of fluttering spasms around him the next second as she screeched and thrashed underneath him.

He shuddered and roared, his knot forming before he could move. It grew inside her already dilated opening until it was too big to pull out, and he pushed in deeper, locking it in place behind her pelvic bone while she was still riding her climax.

She screamed again, twitching to escape it, but before she could so much as push at him, he’d knotted her fully.

He groaned and rocked his hips, grinding his knot against her pelvic girdle’s tight clasp. And then, finally, he came.

If fucking her had been pleasure, releasing inside of her was ecstasy. Every cell in his body flushed with bliss, his spurting cock sending ripples of raw sensation that resonated deep in his chest. He couldn’t control the moans ripping from his throat, sounding nothing like any sound he’d produced in so long.

And below him, she lay, face twisted in excruciating pleasure as she was forced to ride his brutal knot, her small mewls transferring to the spasms in her cunt as it clasped him so tight, promising to never let him go.

It was then, as he stared into her glazed eyes, he finally remembered.

She was his mate.

His mate had come back to him.

CHAPTER 25

LILLIAN

Sex with Zach had always been painful, his pure size and brutality making our animalistic couplings hard to get through. But the pleasure of mating was undeniable, even if it was shameful, and when I’d seen what they’d done to him and realized he didn’t remember me, I’d known on an instinctive level what I’d needed to do to bring him back to me.

I winced as Zach shifted and his knot ground against my depleted G-spot, his pleased rumble that wasn’t quite a purr unhindered by my flinch as he licked at my still-clothed breasts and bared neck.

There had been pleasure, and relief, as my bond snapped into place the second his body joined with mine, but the physical aspect had not been the most powerful part of our joining by far. No rush of endorphins, not even the powerful climax he’d forced from the very depths of my sex, had dampened the soul-deep elation still singing through my entire being from finally being with him again.

And he’d kissed me.

For the first time, in the depths of the madness his captivity and torment had brought on, he’d kissed me.

Despite everything they’d done to him, he was still in there. I sighed and pressed my face against his neck, focusing on the hum of completion emanating from the thread in my chest and the pleasurable agony of fullness from where Zach’s knot dilated my still-spasming sheath. Even the pain of taking it again for the first time in so long couldn’t ruin the feeling of completion rolling through me in lazy waves. I’d hated his knot, once. Not anymore. It hurt to open for it, but nothing would ever tie me so completely to the man I’d thought I’d lost as the thick mass locked behind my pelvic bone. Nothing would ever quell the unbearable agony of our frayed bond so thoroughly.

“Zach,” I whispered, stroking his shoulders gently. “Are you back?”

Only a light nip on my neck let me know he’d registered me speaking.

“Zach? Can you… Can you understand me?”

The large alpha kept licking and suckling at my flesh, oblivious to my question.

I bit my lip, trying to force my mind to focus through the onslaught of endorphins and post-orgasmic lethargy. He might have calmed down, but our reunion hadn’t brought him out of the darkness. “Fuck.”

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