Page 32 of Feral

I gasped at the low growl that erupted from his mouth as he pulled my head to the side, baring the left side of my neck and shoulder. My body braced for the sting of his teeth and I trembled, but not in fear. The way he took control of me, the sensation of such a large creature holding me tight and the feel of his nose brushing along my skin. I’d imagined such things hundreds of times, never expecting to experience it. And yet, here I was, trembling in anticipation of something that I should not have been wanting, but did.

“Don’t be afraid,” his impossibly deep burr rumbled through me like thunder. “I won’t hurt ya.”

“It’s a bite,” the words came out in puffs of air.

“I’ll make it feel good. I can take the pain away. Please, let me?”

His teeth grazed the place my neck and shoulder met, hot breath skating across me like a physical touch.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Don’t move. Trust me.”

The request was sheer insanity. I’d only just met this Werewolf this afternoon, and now here he was, poised to sink his teeth into me while I was pinned against his very warm, very firm body. I should be terrified, whimpering and pleading for mercy. And I did feel a bitter pang of fear, but it only seasoned the more prominent feeling of lust and desire. Later, I would have a clear enough head to wonder at the sudden shift, at the way our bodies had reacted to a simple touch on the arm. But right now, I was on a wave that was pulling me further away from safety by the second.

And I didn’t want to be saved.

I laid my head against his chest, he was too tall for me to reach his shoulder, and closed my eyes. The hand that had been holding my head traveled down to my shoulder and then my chest, the claws grazing my breast and circling my embarrassingly erect nipple.

“Fraser,” the name floated out of my mouth, carried on a gasp.

It was involuntary, said by a different woman than the one I’d been when I walked into this apartment.

He groaned and ran his nose down the length of my neck, from my ear to my shoulder.

“I don’t ken how yer doin’ this,”

“I’m not—”

“And I don’t care. I need…Oh, goddess above forgive me.”

I had a moment to feel the sensation of his hot, wet mouth against the skin he’d been licking a moment earlier before the sharp pain of his teeth sank through my flesh. I cried out and he held me fast against him. I had expected something quick, but he kept his teeth deep into my skin for longer. I became afraid that perhaps something was indeed wrong, that he would kill me this way if his primal side was too far in control.

But then the pain began to fade, a comforting warmth taking its place, like the moment after taking a sedative, where the world was blissful and calm just before I fell asleep. The warmth spread and transformed into heat, blazing its way through my body and settling at my core. In seconds, I was utterly lost in a haze of arousal, my ass grinding against him, my hand reaching up to curl into the soft fur at his neck. I wasn’t even aware of his teeth piercing me anymore, just the way he thrust against me, as if he too was powerless to do anything else.

When his teeth finally left my shoulder, I whimpered at the loss. But his mouth wasn’t gone from me for long.

He turned my face to him and took my mouth in a brutal kiss. Distantly, I wondered how this wasn’t far more awkward. His mouth was wider than mine but somehow his lips molded to mine perfectly.

I moaned at the strange sensation of his tongue plundering my mouth. It was so thick and rough, so foreign feeling, yet also, right in a way I could not name. Everything about him that had been alien before now felt like home. I wanted him to carry me to bed, curl around me and never let me go.

One huge, clawed hand captured my breast and squeezed, while the other tightened against my belly. I was too drunk on what he was doing to even care that he was gripping one of my most fleshy parts. I just wantedmore.

His mouth left mine and he licked his way down my neck to the bite, his tongue laving it. Sensations burst like fireworks behind my eyes and I rubbed my thighs together. Whimpering moans left my mouth as he continued to work on my body.

“Mine,” he growled, “my mate. Ya taste so good, feel so good.”

“Fraser,” I breathed, unable to say anything else.

There was only him, his heat, his soft fur against me, the claws grazing my skin as he roamed my flesh with a possessive touch that sent fire coursing through me. I writhed beneath his hands as his hips bucked into mine from behind. Everything that was proper, that was professional was a distant memory. The only thing I knew was the desperate, throbbing need between my legs.

“Please,” I begged, “please touch me.”

With a shuddering breath, his hand began to at last travel below my belly. But just as one long, clawed digit was about to slip beneath the top of my sweats, a different kind of sensation ripped through all the others and I gasped in genuine pain, as one of his claws tore through the shirt and drew a thin line of blood just below my belly button.

Whatever spell had been cast upon us shattered, breaking so completely that we were both brought back to ourselves, panting and gasping with the dregs of what had happened.

Fraser moved the hand resting on my belly and I hissed.

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