Page 26 of The Wolf's Bullied Pregnant Mate
“You want this?” I whispered.
“Please,” she whispered, turning her head. But the longer those eyes were on me, the more I remembered what I was doing, where I was, and I couldn’t handle that yet.
“Do better,” I snarled, pressing her face into the cushion beneath her.
Adalyn let out a giggle as she wiggled her hips against me. I teased up her fold with a finger before pushing it in without warning. Her giggle choked off in a moan.
“Zephyr,” she said softly, entirely too soft for how I felt. A storm raged inside me, and I wanted to let it out. I wanted to unleash it on her. I couldn’t kill her, so I would have this chance instead. “Zephyr,please—please give me your cock.”
“More,” I growled, growing more angry, more pent-up. It wasn’t enough, not even as I added another finger, and then a third, preparing her. She opened for me beautifully, her legs spread apart, her ass moving with the motion. Her arousal soaked her skin, my knuckles, and I wanted to devour her whole. Iwantedher.
It settled rage in me.
I smacked her ass again. She let out a keening noise.
“Please, please, please,” she whispered. “I’ll be so good for you—please just give me your cock.”
“How much do you want it?”Do you want me?
“So bad,” she moaned, spreading her legs even further as I finished preparing her and lined the head of my cock up at her entrance. “Make me feel good, Zephyr.”
The thought of her thanking me for being fucked made my head spin as I grasped her ass cheeks and spread her entrance. She clenched for all, all pretty and pink. The tip of my length pressed to that wet heat, and she inhaled sharply.
I gazed down the length of her body. She was slim, freckles dotted across her shoulders, all pale skin on show. I wanted her bruised—I wanted to cover her in my own marks. I wanted her ass decorated red.
My cock twitched against her.
I pushed myself right in until I fully sheathed in her.
She let out these gasping noises, her hips jerking as if both trying to get away and press back for more. My name fell from her lips in broken moans as I moved, not giving her time to adjust. She had asked me what my way was. I could have been gentler. But she’d asked what my way was—and my way was giving into the roaring instincts to have her at my mercy.
So I stayed there for a moment, feeling the tightness of her heat envelope me completely, before I pulled back out, all the way. Her arousal coated my length, and I groaned at the thought of pushing my cock into her mouth, making her taste herself on me, but I didn’t want that tonight.
I grabbed her hands, yanking her arms behind her back to hold onto. I braced my other hand over her.
“Keep your hips up,” I whispered. “And hold onto something.”
Her hands scrabbled for the bedframe—and then I fucked her. It was wild, rough, every inch of animal instincts raginginside me, pouring out into my animalistic need for her. My enemy, this woman whose life I wanted to claim. And yet, I had found this other way to claim her instead.
Her face was pressed into the pillow still, her moans muffled, but I wanted to hear her properly. I wanted this damn witch sanctuary to know that one of their own moaned like this for a shifter.
I kept the pace fast and hard, keeping one hand holding her wrists, and the other with a grip on her hips that would bruise later.Good. I wanted her to bear the reminders of this.
“Adalyn,” I groaned, hating how her name tasted on my tongue but unable to help chasing the need—the sheer burning desire that coursed through me every time I moved inside her.
I thrust in and out of her, unable to keep holding back. Soon, I was fully folded over her, releasing her hands, and bracing my arms on either side of her head. All I could think about was that tight heat and chasing our climaxes. I wanted her filled with me—I wanted to pull out and watch my own seed seeping out of her. I wanted her to know that she had let me in and submitted to me.
I moaned quietly at the thought of that.
The sound of my hips meeting her ass was heady as I fucked her, delighting in the tremors and shakes coursing through her body. Her thighs quivered as her hips tried to meet my own, but I held her firmly still, wanting to take control.
“Zephyr,” she cried, clutching the pillow. I could see where her nails had torn into the cover. Sharp slices that I wanted on my own skin. Pain for pain. Pain mixed with pleasure—it was all I wanted.
“Louder,” I breathed.
“Zephyr,” she called out, her voice rising, echoing off the stone chamber. I wanted her to make this whole damn cliff tremble with her cries.
I pounded into her, my breaths coming in rugged pants.
