Page 7 of Ravaging Red
“I can smell your juicy pussy, Red.”
His voice was low and filled with gravel. The words rolled from his tongue, drenched in carnal dominance, a growl so low and deep it made my bones vibrate, my legs part, and my breath was caught in my throat.
“Sweet and wet and aching for me. The scent of your cunt is thick in the air, Red, and it’s driving me fucking insane.”
He took another step forward, and the earth trembled beneath his weight. The trees seemed to bend to his will, and the whole forest vibrated with an unseen energy, filled with the knowledge that he was claiming me.
“You’re dripping,” he snarled, red eyes burning into mine. “Every step you took, you left a little more of that cream on the trail. You thought you were running away. But really, you were begging me to follow. Begging me to take it.”
My body betrayed me completely then, thighs parting, core throbbing, my pussy clenching around nothing as heat rolled through me in crashing waves of need. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I was soaked, and heknew. Helovedit.
“But I don’t want easy, Red,” he rasped, his voice curling into my ear, smoke-like and made for sin. “I don’t want you to be soft and ready. I want your fight. I want you to struggle for me. I want to break every human part of you with my cock until the only name you remember is the one you scream while you cum.”
The air seemed to ripple as he walked through the wooden brush. He was silhouetted against the red hue of the moon, making him look even more menacing.
My breath caught at the sight of him.
The Wolf.
He was not a man. Not a beast. But something more. More muscle, more menace, more hunger than I’d ever seen in a living thing. His body was pure domination, shoulders like stone, arms corded with thick muscle, his chest broad and heaving with each heavy breath he took. His fur was dark as midnight, laced with silver streaks that shimmered when he moved. Bright red tattoo stripes were inked along his abs. He was darkness made flesh. His hands bore claws, brutal and sharp, meant to rip and pin down. But what held me in place, what made my throat tighten and my pussy gush, was hiscock.
He was hard. For me. And he wasn’t hiding it.
He was a monster made for fucking.His penis jutted up from the heavy vee of muscle between his thighs, thick and dark, covered in a sheath of ridged flesh that pulsed with barely restrained need. His length was massive, too large, impossibly long and veined, the head flared and swelled, already glistening with precum that glinted in the moonlight like a mark of hunger. A knot swelled at the base, thick and angry, ready to lock inside me, ready to claim me completely and permanently.
My mouth fell open, a helpless whimper escaping my lips, because no man looked like that. No human could be so terrifying and beautiful, so monstrous and magnetic, all at once. His cock was a weapon, one meant to ruin, to stretch, to split me wide and fill every desperate inch of me. I was hypnotized by it, quickly realizing I craved it.
He saw the look in my eyes. The shock was followed by the heat. The helpless ache. And he smiled, a slow, wicked, and predatory smile.
“You want it, don’t you?” he murmured, taking another step, each word a thrust into my soul. “You’re so wet I can smell it from the trees. That pussy’s crying for me, little Red. She knowswho she belongs to. You’re leaking for a monster, and you love it.”
My knees gave out, and I sank to the forest floor, the cloak billowing around me, my breath hitching as I stared at the impossible thickness between his legs. My thighs were slick, my cunt throbbing, my whole body alight with feral heat.
He crouched in front of me, a massive hand brushing a strand of hair from my face, a black claw tipping my chin up until I met his eyes.
“You’re going to take every fucking inch, little Red,” he whispered, his voice dripping with lust and cruelty. “You’re going to gag on it, cry from the stretch, beg for more while I split you open, and when I knot you, you’ll scream like you were born for it. Because you were. You were made for this cock. You were made forme.”
And when he leaned in, I managed to see his furred face and long snout. His golden eyes grew dark and dilated, while his full lips were close enough to taste. His voice dropped to a seductive snarl that set my clit pulsing with surrender.
“Now open that sweet little mouth and show me what that tongue can do, before I tear this forest apart while I fuck you into the dirt.”
Chapter 3
THE WOLF
RAEL
They call me Rael.
My name whispered like a curse, or a prayer, depending on who dares to say it.
I was born beneath the first Blood Moon of the Hollow Veil, the son of a Beta who should have kept his head low and his mouth shut. And like my father, I never learned how to kneel. Not to alphas. Not to kings. Not to rules carved into stone by old beasts who feared change more than death. I earned my scars young, bleeding for territory that wasn’t mine just to prove I could take the hit. I fought for dominance not because I wanted power, but because I hated being told what I couldn’t have.
So, I proved it by tearing it from the last alpha’s throat. One who thought he could threaten me into falling in line with his rules. I took his title, his beloved pack, and his fucking silence. And then I left them without an Alpha, as lost and alone as I’d been for years.
I didn’t want the pack. I didn’t want the structure. I wanted the freedom to breathe, to hunt, to fuck, rage, and sleep under the stars without someone behind me counting every howl. So Idisappeared into the Hollow woods. I built my den with my bare claws, tucked deep into the bones of the realm, where no other monster dared to step into without permission.
And for a while, it was enough. For a while, I thought building my own empire, alone, was what I wanted. Untilsheshowed up.
