Page 4 of Bred Mate
I shouldn’t like rough handling. I don’t like cruelty. I should fucking hate him. I do hate him.
But there’s something about being thrown around that’s exciting. Something about someone with the nerve to lay a fucking hand on me and think they’re going to survive. So I don’t fight quite as hard as I could. I let him think I’m just another human girl who wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time and maybe took a lucky shot at his scarred face.
I start to feel excited in ways I haven’t felt in a long time. It’s arousal, and it’s fucked up because I think he still might fucking kill me, even though he’s taking his time about it and he definitely just saved my life.
I hear an animal growl behind me. He reaches around, yanks at the snap of my jeans hard enough to break it, and pulls them down to my thighs as far as they’ll go while wet and tight.
It’s enough, though.
Enough to give him access to the part of me he really wants.
I arch my hips, and I feel the thick rod of his rough, hard cock running along my slit, which is wet for reasons other than the bayou.
I guess I’m going to let him fuck me. I guess there’s not really a choice. The thick head of his cock is already pushing between mylower lips, driving inside me. There’s nothing gentle about the way he’s handling me. He’s not asking me. He’s just using me.
I let out an animal groan as I feel myself stretched wide, my pussy taking him because he’s giving me a rough fucking.
I know what he’s going to do. He’s going to knot in me, and if he does there will be truly no way to escape. I’ll be stuck on his dick, taking his cum, and he’ll be able to kill me without me being able to do anything once that post-orgasm clarity hits and he remembers he’s a merciless fucking murderer.
Neither one of us is going to climax.
Karl
She’s tight. And she’s hot. And she owes me this pussy after taking two of my vehicles. I don’t know what I’m doing or thinking. I’m not really thinking at all. I’m just taking. I’m claiming.
I can feel my knot starting to thicken. She feels it too. I hear her make an animal sound, a sort of growling yowl I didn’t think someone like her could make. And then I feel her move underneath me. Not the soft, curvaceous undulation she can’t help. Something else. Something bigger and darker and much more powerful.
The woman I am fucking. The human female I am teaching one last lesson turns into a wolf beneath me.
She shifts smoothly and swiftly. She’s practiced. And she’s furious.
Her teeth find my neck before I can get into my fur. I’m too busy being shocked by the fact that we somehow all missed the fact she’s a shifter.
While I’m busy being stupid and surprised, she bites down. Hard. Merciless.
She could rip my throat out in this instant. She could kill me with a flick of her neck. It would be that simple. But she doesn’t pull my jugular out and drop the blood supply out of me in an instant. Instead, she bites just hard enough to let me know she could, to draw enough blood to slow me down and stop me following. Then she’s gone, black fur fleeing into the night. I am left bleeding on the ground, putting pressure on the wound on my neck so I don’t bleed out all at once. It’s pretty wild. I might die if I don’t get help soon. All the pressure in the world isn’t stopping the leaking. I’m going to have to shift, heal, and take my human form again to call someone to come get me. In the meantime, I am bleeding out on the side of a private dock out back of New Orleans, with both my vehicles trashed in the water beside me.
I am in fucking love.
CHAPTER 2
Karl
Raglan has come to save the day with a fresh change of clothes and a fresh car besides. He’s the one man I trust not to spread this story around, finding the alpha shivering naked after nearly bleeding out while trying to shift to his wolf form.
The whole thing was a mess. I got into my wolf form, but I couldn’t hold it, and ended up slipping out of it. Wasn’t bleeding anymore, but was still in a pool of my own blood. That’s how he found me.
He looks over at the car. The taillights are all that’s visible right now.
“You know you can’t park there,” he says.
“Shut the hell up,” I groan, rising to my feet. “Where are those pants?”
He tosses me a pair of jeans. I pull them on.
“The hell happened to you, boss?”
I look at him with a flat expression.
