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“Thought you could just take my cock in your mouth without permission?” he murmured darkly, the words hot against my back. “Slip those pretty lips over me as if it were yours to play with?”
"It is mine," I whimpered.
He slapped my ass again, the sting burning hot. He fisted my hair, yanking my head back until his mouth pressed against my ear. "Wrong, little Red.You'remine to play with."
I tried to speak, to give some smart remark, but he slipped two fingers through the mess between my legs and spanked my pussy sharply, the wet sound echoing in the air and I lost my senses. I cried out, arching my back, my body pulsing from the sharpness of it.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, spanking me again, this time rubbing the swollen flesh afterward, soothing and taunting all at once. “You love being punished. You love it when I take control.”
I was moaning, nodding, helpless beneath him.
“Next time, you beg,” he snapped, spanking my pussy once more, his voice a dark promise. “You want my cock, you earn it.”
He grabbed me by the hips and entered me in one brutal, perfect thrust, filling me so deep I saw stars. My scream was muffled by the mattress, my nails digging into the sheets, my body trembling as he set a brutal pace. His claws dug deep into my hips, causing a delicious pain as it mixed with pleasure.
Each thrust was merciless, the sound of our wet bodies colliding echoed through the small cabin. His palm came down on my ass again, then slid over my thighs to my pussy, fingers parting my slick folds as he circled my clit while still pounding into me. I sobbed into the mattress, overwhelmed and burning with pleasure.
“You feel that?” he growled. “That’s your pussy learning to behave. You don’t touch me unless I say. You don’tlickme unless I say.” He growled as he continued to spank my pussy.
I nearly collapsed, the sharp sting singing through me like fire and lightning. I moaned, louder, shamefully undone.
“You love it. You love being used like this?” he snarled.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, Rael.”
He grabbed my arms, yanked me upright until my back pressed against his chest. One arm locked around my waist, holding me open while the other slid up to cup my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples between his claws. His teeth grazed my neck, then bit down, holding me there in his grip.
“You’ll come for me like this,” he breathed against my ear. “While I’m buried deep inside you. While you surrender every last inch.”
The bed cracked beneath us, the frame already damaged from nights before, the wood groaning as he drove into me over and over.
He leaned forward, his massive hand sliding around to grab my breast, his teeth nipping at my neck. My body grew sensitive to his touch, igniting that fire in me even further.
“I want everything,” he snarled. “Your body. Your heart. Your surrender.”
I was already giving it to him, and he knew it.
My words came out in a whisper. "Gods, I love you. I love you, Rael."
He gave out a deep groan of satisfaction as his knot swelled, pumping his seed inside my womb as my body reacted. My orgasm consumed me, forcing me to buck on his cock and to chase the release. It was a perfect pleasure, my Wolf was perfect.
Chapter 20
A Winged Summoning
RAEL
It came by bird.
A raven, black as death, with eyes like blood pearls and wings that whispered the will of the Council.
I knew before I even unrolled the scroll what it would say. I felt it like a splinter in my chest, and I felt the stillness overwhelm me. The parchment was sealed in wax the color of dried bone, etched with the sigil of the Old Ones. When I cracked it open, the words burned into my skull.
Rael of the House of Mavryn, you will present yourself at the High Hollow in three sunrises. Bring the human female.
The Council had finally summoned me. I wasn’t surprised as I was wondering why they had taken so long.
The raven lingered on the branch outside the cabin long after I read the letter, its beady eyes staring at me. Probably waiting to see if I would defy his masters.
