Page 28 of Ravaging Red
I twisted, desperate to escape him, desperate forhim. I slammed my hip into him. Then, trembling, I twisted again and bit down on my own flesh, needing to ground myself, needing tofeelsomething that wasn’t just helpless euphoria.
He growled at the sight, the sound low and reverent, as if the blood rising beneath my teeth belonged tohim.
And maybe it did.
Suddenly his teeth were on me, biting down on my hip and I cried out. That cross between pleasure and pain emanating between us.
His teeth punctured me, and I jolted as blood spilled from the wound. His claws held me still as his tongue stroked over it, slowly healing it.
When I turned my face toward him, I noticed his breathing was harsher and his eyes had grown darker. He licked his lips as he rose to his knees and yanked me upward like I weighed nothing. My back arched, legs falling wide open as he dragged me down his chiseled body, making sure my juices coated his chest and abs.
He propped me over his thighs, the thick ropes of muscle beneath me flexing as I straddled him, bound wrists still held me suspended as he tugged on the chord, shortening it. His cock wasmassive, red, veined and pulsing deeply between us. It rested heavily against my belly. It was hot and leaking, having a mind of its own as it brushed against the wet lips of my cunt, feeling like a threat and a promise all at once.
“Iwilltake my time with you,” he whispered, voice vibrating straight into my spine. “But first… I want to watch you beg.”
My body trembled, still bound as my thighs spread wide, my pussy dripping against his furred thighs. But something inside me, something sharp and furious reared its ugly head.
“No.”
His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed.
He stilled and a beat passed, the tension in the room charged with menace.
“You dare defy me again?” he said softly, his voice cracking in the silence.
“I’m not your toy. I’m not some prize you get to break.”
His mouth twitched. Not a smile. Something crueler. Darker. “You’re not broken, Red. Not yet. But you will be.”
I held his gaze, even as my body betrayed me. It became slick and began to shake. The more threatening he became the more needy I got. He was right. I’d become desperate, like some bitch in heat.
“I won’t beg,” I said, quieter this time, but the defiance was still there.
His claws dragged lightly down my ribs, slow enough to make my skin burn. “You already are,” he said. “With every breath. With every twitch of your cunt around nothing. Every time you don’t scream for me to stop.”
“I want to hate you.”
“Good,” he growled. “Hate me. Fight me. That makes it so much better.”
He leaned forward, his snout inches from mine, and I couldn’t stop the way my breath hitched. I hated the way my body responded to him, the way my thighs clenched tighter, the way I ached for friction, for release, forhim.
But I need to keep control. I need to survive this.
“Why me?” I demanded. “Why follow me? Why stalk me like some crazed animal?”
His hand wrapped around my throat, not choking, not hurting, just holding. Controlling. His thumb dragged across my jaw as he studied me with those glowing eyes that never blinked.
“Because something in you called to me,” he said, low and raw. “Because you don’t belong in that soft world of theirs, withtheir fake love and their sad little rules. You belong here. In the dirt. In the dark. You belong to me.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to belong to anyone.”
“But you do,” he said, voice tightening. “You’ve been mine since the first time I scented you. Since your blood touched the Hollow. Since the moment your dreams stopped being your own and you started seeing me.”
My breath caught.
He knew.
He knew about the dreams.
