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If he was as surprised about my outburst as I was, he didn’t show it. He did, however, obey.

His hips withdrew with a snap, only to smack back against my upturned ass that same second, forcing his cock all the way in again. He set a punishing pace from the start, incapable of holding back his desire for me any longer. He fucked me with everything he was, forcing me wide over and over and over, grunting with effort and pleasure.

It hurt so much—he was too big, too rough, and I… Icravedit. Craved the pain, craved that ecstasy-riddled burn of being forced to my limits and pounded into submission. The woods resonated with the fast, wet slaps of his cock dominating my defenseless pussy and my howls for more, more,more!

It was the first time I’d begged not for an end to his brutal assault, but for him to be harder, rougher. My blood crackled with the rapture only he could give me, and I knew I needed everything he had. I’d been empty so long, the hollow void eating me up from the inside out, and this—being filled, reclaimed by my mate—that was the only thing that mattered now. Even if it broke my pelvis in half.

He wrung two orgasms from me in rapid succession, each one relaxing my pussy just a little more, making it a little easier to take his unrelenting thrusts. But, when that first swell at the bottom of his already grotesquely thick shaft began to stretch me, panic set in as memories of what came next bloomed in my mind.

“Shit!” I grunted, biting down on a whimper when my tortured opening gaped wide to accommodate the beginning of his knot. “Don’t!”

He didn’t listen—and couldn’t have stopped that powerful instinct to knot even if he’d wanted to. Every cell in his body was hardwired to ensure I took the cursed thing, and when I clawed at the bark to pull myself away and kicked to push him back, he snarled at my disobedience and clamped his teeth around the back of my neck.

He bit down hard on his own claiming mark, ensuring I stayed put. I whined as trigger points made my body go lax and my will disappeared in a fog of endorphins. My hands fell limply in front of me, the claw marks I’d carved into the trunk the only reminder of my attempted rebellion.

Zach’s body was hot against my back, pressing me down as he curved around me, keeping his teeth in my flesh while he continued to fuck my weeping pussy with short, hard thrusts that drove the still-swelling knot in and out of my trembling body.

Soon it began to catch in my yawning opening, and just as I thought the agony of it popping in and out would split me apart, he forced it in one last time.

I mewled in protest when he drove his hips forward with all his strength, forcing the horrifically swollen knot past my pelvic bone. The burn of it pulsed through my pelvis and deep in my bones, flickering through my entire body in one long, shuddering spasm. And then… relief.

I gasped at the flood of ecstasy when he finally seated his knot exactly where we fit together, andscreamedwhen he pulled back just enough to grind my G-spot. My pelvis clamped down tight in protest, every muscle in my core tightening around his thick invasion—and Icame.

As agonizing as it was to take his knot, nothing—nothing—compared to the pleasure that followed. The physicality of it, of my helplessly gaping pussy milking his cock in hard spasms until his seed bathed my cervix… it was pure bliss exploding through every blood vessel, capturing my brain and forcing pleasure into every cell. But the best part— the very best part of feeling his knot spreading me apart in ways I’d never have surrendered to voluntarily—was feeling him inside of me, around me, swallowing me up, erasing everything I’d been before he entered me, until all that was left were the parts of me that surrounded his brutal knot. The only things I sensed were my taut tissues and cramping muscles and my bones aching from being wrenched apart, excruciating orgasms thundering through me in one long, continuous roar...

Andhim.

I would never be alone again, never be whole without him. It was more than the bond tying us together; it was how much he belonged there, how perfectly he fit even though he shouldn’t have. How achingly, horrendously empty I’d be without him inside of me.

CHAPTER 27

ZACH

The sun set and rose several times while they stayed in the woodland. He didn’t know how long—there was nothing in his world to indicate the passing of time before then.

His days were spent sleeping, eating, sucking in greedy lungfuls of fresh air, rutting his mate, and keeping the other males away from her. Not that they tried to interfere—they seemed to accept his claim, and distantly, he knew they were safer in a group of strong alphas than alone. So he let them live, so long as they kept to the other side of the camp from his female.

Slowly, he started noticing the sun’s trajectory above the trees. Soon after, he noticed a pattern with his mate. She would encourage him to mount her shortly after sunrise and shortly after sunset, and then, when he was content and docile, she would prick him with that hated needle. It took a few days before he realized she was purposely cajoling him with the sweet draw of her pussy.

The sharp jolt of realization made him stare at her as she fiddled with the needle she’d just pricked him with. She was still naked from their coupling, hair messy and nipples swollen from where he’d sucked on them. She liked it when they faced each other, and he’d increasingly allowed her to turn her front to him before he entered her, finding her breasts and the display of pleasure on her beautiful face enticing enough to suppress his instincts telling him to always mount her from behind.

With a force of will only made possible from how recently he’d emptied his balls in her snatch, he dragged his attention back from her soft body and the pleasures of fucking her. He didn’twantto get jabbed with a needle. It went against every painful memory still caught up in the darkness surrounding his mind… and yet, he let her, because she petted and talked gently at him when he allowed it, and his body was light with pleasure from their recent matings.

He wanted to rut her from behind, but he wanted to see her face when she took him in, and wanted to suck on her nipples to make her cunt flutter on his cock.

He wanted to bring her her meals like an alpha should, but when he tried to hunt, she pleaded with him to stay with her. And he wanted her by his side more than he needed to provide his own kills for her.

Shemadehim want those things.

She knew exactly what she was doing—and she wasmanipulatinghim!

His growl made her jerk her head up, eyes wide with concern.

“Zach? What’s wrong?”

Zach.

His name was Zach. He blinked, the growl cutting off as he stared at her pink lips. She’d spoken to him many times, a steady stream of words usually falling from those luscious lips when she was around him. He hadn’t understood any of them, but found the sound of her voice pleasant enough to listen to.

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