Page 114 of Soul of the Chaos

“Can’t baby. Gotta take this slow.”

“No. We don’t. I don’t like this careful fucker, I want my wild mate.”

“You’re human, Sash. Fragile.” I pulled my hand away and she sat up, pushing back so my dick bobbed between us. “I refuse to treat you like a fucking animal.”

“You’re not going to break me, Mongrel,” she hissed, pushing away. “Don’t you dare equate what we do in this room to anything even remotely like what they did to me. I like your hands on me. I want to take you—the feel of us—with me after we’re done. I’m proud of the way you mark me up. Like you can’t get close enough, so you have to dig in that little bit deeper. Don’t you dare take that freedom away from me. Not after everything else!”

She curled up, hugging her legs to her chest in hurt. Fuck, I was ruining this. Making it worse. How was I supposed to fix this?

“I didn’t get to choose the marks they laid on me. But I adore every single one you and Silver have given me.” She pointed at her claiming marks, the rows of teeth that looked like savage rings of ownership now on her flesh. “These mean something to me, Mongrel. They mean I got to choose who I belong to and who belongs to me. Us against the world.”

“I hurt you. Without even trying, I let the beast inside take over every time I mark up your skin.” I sat back against the headboard and looked down to where she wore my bruises on her hip. I could still count my fingers on her flesh. Guilt and shame washed over me. I could mark up Silver. He was a wolf and healed the damage in hours, but Sasha’s human flesh bore my mark even now. Days later. “I can’t hurt you anymore, my little one. You don’t heal like us.”

“Yes, you can.” She reached forward and grabbed at my hair, twisting the length of it around her fingers. “I like it. Don’t you dare be anyone but my Mongrel, got me?”

“I don’t know if I can.” I swallowed the hurt she let trickle down our bond and accepted it gladly as my punishment. Now, I was hurting her by not being rough with her. What a fucking head trip. I shook my head and repeated, more strongly. “I don’t know if I can, my mate.”

“Then why am I the one here? In your den? The Goddess sent me to you, Mongrel. I feel it here,” she jabbed angrily at her heart. First her own, then mine. “I am your mate. Not some random she-wolf but me. Sasha the human.”

She viciously pinched the skin where her bite lay on my neck. “I marked you and you marked me. I feel our bond everyday. I relish it. You know why? Because it fills me with the strength I fucking need to get shit done.” Her tone fell low and full of warning. “And here, in our den, I know what you want. So don’t give me this careful bullshit. I’m not made of glass.”

She looked furious and beautiful as she gave me a licking. I wanted to devour her so bad it hurt.

“Fuck me true, Mongrel. Fuck me the way you want. Wild and free. Fuck me in the way that leaves your brand upon my skin. Because I intend to wear your love with pride. And screw the rest of the world if they don’t understand.”

“But they hurt you,” I growled. Her fingers tightened in my hair as Sasha pulled me from the headboard, sliding down under me by dragging on my roots. She looked up at me, daring me to settle between her spread thighs but I held myself up on fisted knuckles pressed into the bed. “Then I hurt you. Both marks were intended to brand you.”

I needed her to get this, I couldn't let her reason this one away. I may not be a Bone Crusher but I was still a wolf. Half man, half animal. “I’m not gonna lie, Sasha. My beast wants the whole fucking world to know you’re mine. So what’s the difference?”

“The difference is that you brand me out of passion in an act of love which we share. Those fucking bastards marked me because they wanted me to know that I was their property. Fresh meat. Less than a shifter. But I’m more than just a human to you, aren’t I, Mongrel?” She nipped at the little bite she had left on my lip. “I’m your mate.”

“Yes, you are,” I sighed. “My little one.”

I let my weight fall into the irrefutable force of nature that was Sasha. Pinning her soft, lean body under my hard bulk. A deep satisfaction pulsed through our bond, soothing the parts of us which still ached. Her fingers fell from my hair as she wrapped her legs around my hips.

“Fuck me, Mongrel,” Sasha growled in that adorable human way she had. “Pull my hair, bite my skin, spank my ass. Do whatever the wild inside you demands. But, above all, make me feel you. Because soon we have to leave our den and I need to take a piece of you with me into this next hard day.”

“It would be my genuine fucking pleasure.” I sat back on my heels, pulling my mate with me. My eager fingers sank deep into the wild nest of her dark hair, pulling it tight. “You ready for me, baby?”

I pressed my free hand between us and felt the sopping heat of her pussy. It clenched and begged under my questing fingers, slipping and sliding between her slippery folds.

“So ready.” She squirmed against my hand, looking for that friction she craved, but I pulled my wet hand from her and gave her a smack on her ass. The crack of it made us both freeze for a moment, but she immediately mewled. Arching her back and pressing herself against my cock.

“More, Mongrel,” Sasha breathed. I gave her another, harder this time. “Yes,” she shouted, throwing back her neck and exposing all of that beautiful flesh to my teeth. Anyone with ears would be able to hear my mate clear down the hall now and I fucking loved it.

I nibbled and bit at her throat. Grazing her with my beard and grinding it into the skin so that the flesh came away red and raw.

“Again,” she growled. “Harder.”

“You sure?” I asked, rubbing my hand over the redness of her ass to soothe the sting of my last landing.

Her desperate nod was enough for me to raise my hand high in the air and bring it swiftly down. SMACK.

Sasha’s entire body shook with the force of it. Her ass trembled, her pussy clenched, her breath caught in her throat. She writhed on the precipice of pain versus pleasure—shaking with adrenaline—as her body decided between fight or flight. Then it found the third, far sweeter choice.

Surrender.

My mate melted completely into me. Swiftly, I sat up with her in my lap and positioned her over my cock. I thrust into her endless heat all the way up to the hilt. My balls slapped eagerly against her stinging ass with the force of my movement as Sasha screamed her pleasure to the sky.

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