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Rael moaned low, the sound turning into something deeper. Somethingprimal.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re still so tight. Still fluttering around me. It seems like your cunt’s begging to be bred again.”
My walls clenched around him. More juices spilled between us.
“You like this,” he snarled. “You like being filled until you can’t think straight, don’t you, Red? Tell me how you enjoy being owned.”
“No,” I gasped, even as my back arched into him.
“Yes,” he breathed, biting down on my throat. I froze, waiting for him to mark me, instead he nicked at me, making me cry out and shake in fear. The feeling was just enough to make my bodyburn.
My arms tugged against the ruined headboard; wrists still tangled in the straps. I felt raw. Exposed. And I couldn’t stop the way my hips rolled up to meet his next thrust.
The pleasure was maddening. And when he came again, when his knot swelled tighter and his cock began to pulse, he roared. It was a deep and guttural sound as his hips slammed up one last time before his cum spilled into me, hot and endless, coating my womb in another wave of pleasure.
“Cum with me,” he growled, pumping through the release. “Let me feel you break. Milk your monster while he breeds you.”
He reached down between us, his claw clipped at my clit, and I shattered. The orgasm rolled through me like fire, tearing through my spine, shooting down my legs, curling my toes and arching my back so hard I swore I left my body. My cunt clenched, hard and fast, squeezing every drop from him. Hegrunted and grinded, like some wild animal still thrusting, still claiming me.
When it was over, we were still tangled, knotted again, gasping and shaking, covered in sweat. I didn’t say a word and neither did he.
But when his hand slid down and cupped my ass, dragging me tighter against his chest, and I let my head fall against his shoulder, we both silently knew…
There was no turning back.
Chapter 14
The Hollow
Rael
She was going to be the death of me.
It wasn’t a death that would come quick, done by a blade or a bullet. This death would be a slow, agonizing torture. One that stripped a monster down to his bones and carved away every inch of control I had ever put into place. She would drive me into a kind of madness that made a warrior forget the line between desire and destruction. Where instinct roared louder than reason and there was no goddamn turning back. That’s what she was going to do to me.
My Red.
With her wide eyes, her smart little mouth, and the scent of her cunt still clinging to my skin. She made control feel like a collar I’d worn too damn long, and now that it was slipping off, I never wanted it back.
There was no way that Red was just called into my neck of the woods by the Blood Moon.
No.
This female had to be dropped into my hell by some cruel witch seeking revenge, or some twisted drunk deity who thoughtit would be fun to watch me fall apart. It wouldn’t be such a far-fetched thought. I’d ruined several lives and pissed off the council more than once in my lifetime.
I was convinced, this human was specifically sent to disrupt my peace. And she did. The second she gave me that disobedeient look, the moment she denied me… my discipline and silence, the walls I’d built out of rage and fuckingpatience, she sank her teeth into all of it and tore it down like it was nothing.
And I wanted her to do it again.
She was currently standing at the threshold of the cabin, barefoot, bruised, and breathtakingly battered in all the ways that mattered. The scent of my seed still lingered on her thighs, her nipples puckered from the cool air, the imprint of the leather straps were still etched faintly on her wrists. Her healing powers worked quickly, and it infuriated me that she would only get to enjoy the pain for a few hours. When I truly marked her, I'd make sure that brand would never heal over.
With that rebellious spark in her hazel eyes, she had the audacity to stand there, arms crossed tight beneath her full, freckled tits, glaring at me.Me. The monster who had broken her open with my cock, stretched her until she sobbed my name, knotted her so deep she screamed,begged, and she dared to throw her chin in the air and snarl at me.
“I’m not going out there wearing this.”
Her voice was sharp, and so damnhumanit made my blood boil and my cock throb at the same time. She was challenging me on purpose. It was amusing that she still thought she could draw some kind of line between what she wanted and what I already fucking owned.
She pointed to the leather sack I’d thrown at her feet an hour ago, like it was something that offended her.
