Page 21 of Ruining Red
That bite of pain is all it takes for her to explode around me, screaming my name.Just the way she says it, the bliss, the need, the craving all rolled into the two delicious syllables that make up my name, has my knot expanding.
This time, however, instead of letting it expand inside her, I taunt her with it, shoving it in and forcing it out as it grows larger still.I ride this high of hers, teasing her with bites of pain as she continues to come, her body shaking with each thrust.Eventually, my wolf is done with this.
He wants his mate.He wants his bond.And by the gods, he will have it.
Slamming into her one last time, my knot expands fully, pressing against that spot deep inside that makes her squirm with delight.While she’s distracted with pleasure, I lap at her shoulder, nuzzling that juncture where it meets up with her neck.
I hold her still, ensuring she’s safe before biting down.Hard.My vision wavers as her screams flood my brain.It hurts.I know it does, and yet, her pussy flutters around my cock as yet another orgasm rips through her.Bearing down, I continue to let my teeth sink deep into her skin until blood coats my face and tongue.
A feral growl stutters from my lips at that coppery taste, so decadent, so forbidden.As part wolf, I’ve never allowed myself to taste human blood.I never wanted to tip the scales so that I became fully an animal.However, as I taste Teagan, I realize I’m lost, but in a completely different way.
It’s not her blood I crave; it’s her soul, her very being.I want to be enmeshed with Teagan, to know her every thought, every need, and every desire.With my teeth fully embedded in her skin, I feel a shift between us.
Until this moment, I was secretly terrified that the texts were wrong, that omegas didn’t really exist.I feared killing her, of ripping her apart in my lust.Tears dot my eyes as I slide my hands down her body, stroking her, comforting her as the haze of pleasure lifts to reveal the pain of my actions.
Threads, so thin they’re akin to spiderwebs, connect us, tying our hearts and souls together.The effect is soft at first, light enough I almost don’t feel what’s happening.Honestly, it’s the wolf that feels this change before I do.
After another moment or two, the strands strengthen, tightening, forcing our souls to knit together as one.The world shatters as we merge, becoming one where there once were two.As we freefall deeper into this new reality, I feel the pain of her bite as keenly as if it’s happening to me.
A rough purr pours from my body as I seek to end the pain.Releasing her shoulder, I lap at the wound, using one of the untouched fabrics to staunch the bleeding.I curl around her, surrounding her with my warmth and soothing presence until she finally falls asleep in my arms.
Cradling her close, I seek out the strands, needing to reassure myself they're still there.Fear lances through my heart until I feel a vibration in my very core — the bond.It hums with her pleasure, making my heart sing.
I close my eyes and bury my face in her hair, drawing her intoxicating scent into my lungs.Our hearts beat as one as sleep overtakes me.For the first time in my life, I’m sated, satisfied, and complete.
Fragmented images invade my dreams.Memories flash before my eyes, but they are not my own.Panic assails me, beating at my chest, forcing adrenaline to pump through my veins.Snarling, I look about, seeking out the threat to my mate and me, but find nothing.
The village below lays bare before my eyes.I walk about, my eyes drifting to each door.Pausing, I hug a thick, red cape closer around my body.It doesn’t matter that it’s sweltering.It doesn’t matter that the infernal heat threatens my knees to buckle.It’s what I must do.
Pausing, I reach out my hands, seeing soft, delicate, pale fingers, small and feminine as opposed to my massive paws.What in the name of the gods is happening?A noise catches my attention, drawing my gaze over to a nearby house.
One of the males walks out, his gaze hot and full of lust.My heart pounds as he comes closer, his eyes intense.Hands grab me, dragging me away.Her harsh words and her cruel fingers tear at me, blaming me for his licentious thoughts.
But it’s not my fault.It’s notherfault.I understand now that I’m seeing her dreams, experiencing the lonely life Teagan endured.Through the bond, I feel every hurt, every slight as if it’s happening to me.
Sorrow lances through my heart as I experience what my mate endured.The wolf paces about in my mind, furious at their treatment.She deserved better, and with me, she will have better.No longer will she be surrounded by a shroud of loneliness and recrimination.
The village will pay for what they did to my mate.Not the children, because they didn’t know any better.Not the women either, because they tried their best.Their thoughts were shaped, molded by the matriarch.She will be the only female to die.
The men, however, are not blameless.They stalked Teagan, preyed upon her, even without her knowing it.As I watch them through her eyes, I note the need that courses through their veins.I see things her innocent mind cannot comprehend.
More than that, I was there when they pleasured themselves to her misery and terror.I took their scents into my nose, memorized their faces.They will not live after my rut is broken.Poor, naive Teagan may not know just how abused she was, but I do, and it will not stand.
Holding her even tighter, I purr, allowing the soothing sound to drift through her body until she’s languid in my arms.As she continues to sleep, I touch her, stroke her, bringing her pleasure.
I replace her dreams with images of us and what I plan to do to her.In her mind, I show her our potential future — children with snow-white hair like her and crystalline gray eyes like mine.She whimpers in my arms as her pleasure swells until finally, she releases on a soft cry.
Chapter11
Teagan
Cold.It’s the first thing that registers as I open my eyes.The nest surrounding me is empty, and the cabin itself is deathly quiet.The only thing I can hear is the harsh wind howling outside, much like the wolf that owns me.
Pain sparks through my shoulder as I move, sending memories flooding through me.I thought it was a dream, however, as I touch the bandaged area, I find it’s all too real.Closing my eyes, I sit there for a moment, unsure of what to think or feel.
Though alone, I’m very much aware of another presence hovering in my mind.Conrí.He’s like a silent sentinel, waiting, watching and protecting me.However, he feels distant somehow, distracted.
Rising from the nest, I look about the place, my legs shaking with each step.Muscles which, until this moment, had been unused, scream at me, demanding I rest.But I don’t want to.Not anymore.Now that I know what life can be like, I don’t want to sit around and do nothing.
