Page 67 of The Biting Bargain

But instead of panicking, all I feel is the mad urge to have this thing inside me.

Claws dig into my skin as Vincent pulls me backward toward him, my knees scraping against stone, and I give a half startled cry. Then he towers over me, massive, clawed hands left and right of me, and his hot breath is on the back of my neck.

"No way I'm stopping now, dove." His voice is a hoarse, guttural whisper against my skin. "You've ventured into my den and roused the wolf. Either I bite you and curse you for eternity, or I fuck you until it stops..."

"Then fuck me," I groan out, tendrils of hot lust unfurling in my belly as he closes a claw gently around my throat. "Do your worst. Fuck me until it stops."

He snarls, forces me to spread wider, the fat tip of his cock pressing into my entrance. It's not gentle, and I don't want it to be, and yet I'm overwhelmed, gasping as I'm stretched to the brink of pain, a sound dripping from my lips that I've never heard before. A long drawn out moan that sounds nothing like me.

He forces himself inside me, inch by agonizing inch, groaning into my neck, and all I can do is take him, claw the floor, the tender flesh of my breasts scraping the cold stones as he begins to pound me.

"You take me so deep," he growls as his balls start to slap against my skin with each shove. "You’re so tight and yet you take me so deep like the good girl you are."

I’m coming loose, blown away by the onslaught of sensation crashing over me. He is so fucking big — the angle at which he takes me brutal and delicious at the same time, his massive thighs spreading my legs wider and wider until I'm almost flat on the floor in front of him, my ass in the air, my hips trapped in his grip while he fucks me in hard, steady thrusts.

My mind is unspooling as the pain morphs into delirious pleasure, and I no longer register anything but the buoyant euphoria building in my abdomen like a ball of lightning.

Deep and hard he takes me and I want everything from him, everything he has to give me. I want to feel his hot load inside me. I'm just a twitching mess of desire. My arms and knees are chafed, my breasts and belly pressed flat against the rough stone, and the sounds I make are not mine anymore. Sobs and babbles come out of my mouth, disjointed syllables and sounds that finally form into two coherent words.

"Vincent," I cry out. "Please..."

My channel tightens around his cock in agonizing bliss, my pussy clinging on to him, and I come again, and then again, sobbing his name over and over, while he still keeps fucking me like a machine.

"Please..." I struggle to form words and push them past my lips. "Vince..."

With effort, I turn and cast a glance over my shoulder. Vincent looms over me like an unleashed gale, still pumping me, one broad hand pressed on my lower back....

Hand. A hand. No claws. I gasp as I realize he's shifting back entirely. The fur is gone completely. His features are Vincent again. But his massive length that still impales me and fucks me mercilessly does not decrease in size. And his eyes are still the amber slits of the beast.

"No turning back, dove," he growls, sounding almost tender. "Not until it's over!"

"Please, I don’t want you to stop," I manage to gasp. And that’s the truth. That dark and twisted spot in me that always craved the most depraved things anyone could imagine has found its master.

And I am rejoicing.

Because I finally found what I was looking for all along.

I’m twisted alright. But that’s exactly what I wanted and craved.

My monster. Unhinged.

Vincent grunts, pulling out of me and before I can even scream he’s lifting me up.

"I won’t stop, dove," he growls as he spins me around and sinks me down on his cock again. Gripping my hips and thighs with force, he starts moving me up and down, and all I can do is cling to his chest. "Not until it’s over."

ChapterThirty-One

Vincent

I’m shifting back.

I don’t know why, might have to do with her coming to me and offering herself to the big bad wolf. But I can’t be sure. All I know is the beast recedes further with each climax shaking her delicious body, and my own mind drifts back to the surface instead.

This is madness.

It's evident that her frail human body isn't designed for such brutal punishment. That she holds out for so long is a miracle. But I cannot stop. She was the one who started it. And once the wolf is unleashed, there is no way out except to keep going.

For as long as it takes.

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