Page 5 of Chased & Bred by the BRATVA
His mouth crashes into mine.
It’s not soft. It’s not gentle. It’s powerful. A claim. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and I moan against him, gripping his shoulders like I need him to hold me to the earth or I’ll float away. He tastes like danger and control, and something deep inside me unravels.
His hand slips beneath my panties, fingers sliding through slick heat. I cry out, my back arching. He growls against my throat, biting the skin there, sucking until I know there’ll be a mark. I want the mark. I want everyone to see it. To know I survived the night I thought would be the end of me.
“Look how wet you are,” he says, his voice thick with lust. “You wanted this.”
I whimper, too far gone to care how it sounds.
He groans, low and raw, and pulls my panties down my legs in one quick motion. The cool air hits me for a second before his mouth replaces it, hot and wet and hungry. I cry out, clutchingat the ground as his tongue drags over my most sensitive bud, relentless and perfect. My hips buck. He holds me down, feeding on me like he’ll die if he stops.
I come fast and hard, the orgasm tearing through me like a scream. I don’t even know what I’m saying. Just a string of sounds and pleas, again and again.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s shoving his pants down, lining himself up. He looks at me, waiting for something. A final answer.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Now.”
He thrusts into me with one smooth stroke, burying himself deep. I gasp, the stretch of him almost too much, too painful, but my body takes him. Wants him. Wraps around him like it was alwaysmeantto.
He groans, sinking lower over me, pressing kisses to my jaw, my collarbone, my mouth. Each thrust rocks through me, sending little aftershocks through my still-sensitive core. I clutch at his back, my nails raking down his jacket. I want to hold him there forever. I want to be filled with him until I forget who I was before.
“You’re mine now,” he says, his voice low and gravelly, his words a demand. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Louder,” he grunts through gritted teeth as he pounds into me.
“I’m yours.”
“Louder!”
“I’m yours!” I scream into the night, my vision blurring as he leans back and looks at where we are joined.
He roars as he comes, grinding into me, holding me so tight I can barely breathe. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling himdeeper, needing every inch, every hot drop of his thick cum to send me over the edge again.
When we’re both still, breath ragged and skin damp, he doesn’t move off me. He stays there, one hand cradling the back of my neck, his nose brushing mine, his cock still weeping inside me.
“I’m not letting you go,” he murmurs. “Ever.”
Nikolai
It was when I glanced down and saw the dark smear of blood on my cock in the barely there light that I lost it. It pushed me over the edge so hard I thought I might die in that moment, and I didn’t care. I didn’t care about a single other thing than her and me in these woods, panting and pushing each other to an end that was like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
She’s still trembling beneath me, her breath hot against my throat, her legs locked around my hips like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go.
I don’t move.
Not yet.
I want to stay like this, buried inside her, the forest quiet around us, the air thick with sex and sweat and something I can’t name. Something dangerous. Something permanent.
Her heart thuds against my chest. Fast, frantic, alive, like a bird in a cage.
I press my mouth to her temple. She smells like earth and heat and the sweet tang of fear turned into something darker. Something needful.
“Breathe,” I murmur, brushing a hand down her side.
She shivers, but it isn’t from cold.
