Page 61 of Bonded

She needs him; wants him—wants the bond between them to be stronger, and she sighs loudly as he forces his swollen cock inside her. Thrusting deep into the core of her wetness, he moans and groans, pushing his hips forward then pulling back, time and time again. It’s heart-pounding, energy-sapping, and with his mouth nuzzled against the crook of her neck, he bites and sucks at the mark.

It’s turning her on, forcing another orgasm from her already wrecked body. “Oh fuck! I’m gone cum…” she screams into the night air.

He smiles, he’s almost there too and she can feel it from the way his cock is pulsing. But he slows and calms himself. Stroking her neck, his fingers circle gently against her mark as he studies it. His teeth marks from the original bite are still clear and obvious in the white moonlight, and he’s mesmerized by it. Glancing up, their eyes meet, and she stares at him, holding her breath. One more thrust of his hips and she can’t hold and a climax rips through her body, sending a hot red flush to her cheeks. She forces her chest forward towards him and her hips buck upwards. Desperately panting as the effect of the orgasm floods her senses.

Catching a breath, he lets out a deep chesty growl and once again grinds his hips against hers, continuing to sniff and nuzzle her neck. The intensity of his eyes staring at her—pleading and begging. For a moment she hesitates, thinking over what he’s silently asking her. Then, taking a deep breath, she drops her gaze from his and turns her head sideways.

He brushes her hair back as she continues in her tempting tease—exposing her neck, offering it to him—keeping her head bowed and eyes looking away.

“You sure about this?” He holds his hand against her neck, stroking it gently. Hesitant he takes a deep slow breath. Licking his lips as he watches her pulse thudding below the skin.

“Mm-hm…” she nods. “Yeah, do it. I want it,” she gasps breathlessly.

“So tell me… Tell me, you’re submittin’ to me?”

“Yes.” she gasps again. “Yes, I am. I’m yours. Ryan take me.”

“Oh, God!” His heart pounds hard in his chest, his finger circling the mark, while he tries to imagine what it will be like. Then taking one last look, he closes his eyes and bites down hard against her soft flesh. His teeth break the skin and blood quickly spills onto his lip, coating his tongue as it fills his mouth. His wolf howls loudly inside his head—she tastes divine. He can’t get enough and bites harder.

Kat doesn’t move. Gritting her teeth, she bears the pain. It hurts… so much more than she thought it would. Sure, she’d read about it. Hell people had told her stories all of her life, about what it was like. But this, this was way more painful than even she could have ever imagined, and closing her eyes, she cries. She wishes she’d let him do it in wolf form—Luna would have tolerated the pain so much better than her and as the minute’s tick by, she’s convinced he’s biting harder.

“Oh, God! Ryan…” she gasps, hardly able to speak—her voice feeble and trembling. “Ryan… Ryan, please… Please stop! Oh, God… It hurts. Just stop!” she continues to cry, but he’s not listening.

With his cock still deep inside her, his cum filling her pussy, and her blood in his mouth, he can’t stop—he’s consumed by his wolf. Continuing to thrust against her, his hips rocking back and forward, he clenches his teeth and bites her harder still.

She squeals with the pain and tries to fight him off, but he holds her hands down, stopping her from moving. It’s like he’s possessed and as she continues to struggle, pinned beneath his huge strong body, there’s a surge of powerful energy between them that radiates and lights up the grassy clearing.

“Get off me! Ryan, please…please stop! Oh fuck!” her cries continue unheard and even her wolf is now howling in pain. She turns her head, just a little and she can see her breasts and his chest are covered in blood. Feeling dizzy and sick from the pain and with Luna thrashing violently in her mind she gasps, “Oh God Ryan, please stop!”

She pushes her hand under his chin, trying to force him off but she can’t and now, reluctantly, she has to submit.

Laying back in silence, she’s resigned to her fate and lets him take her.

Every dark web article, every old wolf’s tale—nothing could have prepared her for this. She’d never thought it would be like the romanticized version of wolf-bonding on television or in the movies, but she had liked to imagine that she might enjoy it—at least a little. But this, with the pain, it’s so intense. It feels like her neck is on fire as his teeth continue to sear into her flesh. It’s a gut-wrenching and blinding pain. The grip of his fangs on the softest, most delicate part of her body—the part he’d coveted for so long. A place that, until now, had turned her on, now makes her body ache with loathing and she longs for it to be over.

This is a guttural, a primal act of violence—it’s animal. This is nature at its most cruel. An alpha wolf dominating its mate and there’s nothing at all human about it This is submission and dominance at its most raw, and though she’d consented, it really doesn’t feel like it now. After all, dominant sex comes with safe-words—a get out. This doesn’t. This is about her wolf submitting to the dominance of his and all she can do now is surrender.

She barely feels it as he empties his seed inside her. The sex is merely foreplay to the wolf’s aggression, but as he cums she can hear his chesty howl of satisfaction. All of his needs and desires have been taken care of and finally, he relaxes.

Loosening his grip on her—Ryan comes back and takes control of his body, and now he can sense her distress. He lets go and looks at her, laid silently beneath him. His wolf disappears from his thoughts, and his head is filled with Kat’s pain.

She continues to struggle against him and summoning every ounce of strength she has left; she pushes him back. But as she does, she hears and feels the sound of tearing flesh. Her flesh ripping.

Digby takes a breath and gasps as his mouth is suddenly flooded with blood. As the warm liquid fills his mouth, it takes him by surprise and he quickly comes to his senses. Snapping out of this hypnotized state, he can see both their bodies covered in dark red blood and he panics. “Fuck! What the fuck!” Releasing his grip on her, she grabs at her neck, desperately trying to stop the blood from oozing out. He looks at her; her neck, face… hair, and breasts covered in red and his naked chest painted.

“Oh fuck! Kat…. Kat, are you okay? What the hell’s goin’ on?” He grabs up his tee-shirt, pressing it against her neck, hoping it will stem the flow.

She feels sick like she’s going to throw up and pass out. She can’t breathe, her words a mere stutter in her throat. “The… the medical k-kit… the… the truck!”

“Yeah…” he gasps, panicked. Then standing up, he quickly finds his pants, pulling them on, and grabbing the corners of the blanket from the picnic, he clears it and wraps it around her. Then gathering her up in his arms, he carries her back to the parked vehicle.

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Laying her gently on the ground he searches the back of the pickup and then remembers,Fuck I took it out!“Kat, I took it out, the medical kit. When we went to Oz’s place that time I never replaced it… Fuck!” He takes a breath, staring at her in disbelief. Berating his own stupidity. “Shit… I don’t have it! Fuck, fuck… Fuck! What do I do now?”

He looks at her, laying there, eyes closed—counting through the pain. Her mind a flurry of thoughts as the blood continues to trickle down her chest.

“Ryan… the… the hospital,” she gasps. “Riley, he’s there, he’s working. Ryan, take me there… Get my cell, I’ll call him.”

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