Page 7 of Forced Wolf Bride

What the hell was I thinking?

Chapter 4 - Quinn

My muscles always feel sore after my wolf has had a long run. Right now, they ache deliciously. Even in my sleepy state, I stretch, enjoying the relief it brings.

I dreamed I was running through the trees. I'm not sure where I was, though—my surroundings didn't look like Gina's pack lands or anywhere near where I grew up. It feels familiar, though, almost like home. Which is ironic, as I don't know where home is. Being adopted by humans, I don't know anything about my shifter heritage. But the canopy of trees above me and soft undergrowth feels so deeply comforting, it's like being held in an embrace.

I sink back into the feeling. It's rare I feel so comforted, so in my sleepy state, I try to get back to the dream. I search my mind as if looking for clues to where the forest is, lingering on the feeling that I'm not alone. Someone is running with me, but I'm not afraid. We're running together in sync, and it just feels right.

The next moment, I'm in human form, lying on soft moss next to a beautiful stream. I feel naked, but then realize my thin dress has simply shifted, exposing most of my body. I'm lying on my back and can feel the heat of a body close to me—if this was the other wolf, he must have shifted, too.

A masculine hand softly caresses my skin, sending shivers through my entire body. His fingers move lightly up my neck, across my collarbone, and down the length of my spine. He moves lower, cupping both of my breasts in his hands, squeezing each one gently before tracing the curves of my waist and hips. There's hardly any resistance as he pulls the thin dress from my body, leaving me completely naked.

My breathing is becoming heavier as his lips press against the small of my back, his kisses getting more passionate, fueled by my moans. He moves closer to me, pressing his hardness against me as I grind against him in response. I'm lost in this moment. Never have I ever felt so connected to someone like this. Everything feels so real as wetness coats my inner thighs and an unfamiliar tension grows in my lower tummy.

I have been with a man before—my human college boyfriend—but it never felt like this. My body and wolf feel in alignment, primed and ready. I shift back further and delight in hearing his guttural groan as his cock slides between my legs. I gasp at the sensation as his cock nudges my wet folds, grazing my clit. We're both becoming frantic now, and I can feel that his sharp fangs have descended slightly as they graze my delicate skin, sending shockwaves straight to my core.

I don't ever want this dream to end,I think, just as his cock finds my entrance. I urge him on, completely lost to my desire.

His firm grip squeezing my hip releases me from the last of my sleepiness, and I freeze. Reality crashes over me.

"Diego?"

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he says, his voice rough and husky against my ear.

I should tell him to stop, but I've never felt desire so intense. Never wanted someone like this.

"Don't stop."

My words are barely out when his cock begins to push through my wetness. I have to grip the pillow as he struggles to enter me completely, my tight walls grip his cock, and I'm suddenly aware of just how big he is. I cry out, and he goes slower, reaching around to tease my clit and rub some of the wetness from my core onto his cock before sliding back in.

"You're so tight, Quinn. It will feel good when I'm in," he says through gritted teeth as he pushes on. "God, you feel so good."

His voice soothes me, and I relax slightly as he fills me. He pauses for a moment while I adjust, then begins a steady and gradually relentless pace. His thrusts become passionate and frenzied, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he slams into me over and over again. Every time he slides in, I can feel his entire thick length inside me, and it feels like nothing I've ever experienced before.

His large frame has me pinned to the bed almost completely on my front, and I can barely move. I am forced to take all the pleasure he is giving me. One hand holds my hip, and the other rests on the back of my neck. He's all alpha in this moment, and the thought sends an illicit thrill through my body.

I grind my hips back, enjoying the curse that rips from him as he tries to hold me still. He fists my hair, making me arch my back and still my hips as his thrusts pick up pace, slamming into me. The only sounds in the room are the slapping of our skin and my screams of pleasure.

I'm close now, my walls fluttering around him as he thrusts. I'm so wet, he's now able to slide in and out relentlessly. His breathing has become labored, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. He fucks me deep and hard a few more times before biting down on the back of my neck in a dominant gesture that sends me crashing over the edge.

My body clamps down around his cock as I come, screaming his name. As if it was all he needed to hear, he lets out a loud roar and follows soon after, collapsing onto me as his hot release fills me.

As he lies on top of me, I can feel the tension in his body slowly fade. I don't know what to do, whether to move or stay here, so I just lie still, enjoying the slight roughness of his skin, his masculine scent, and the taste of his perspiration on my lips.

"That was amazing," he mumbles into my hair.

"That was a mistake," I whisper back.

He doesn't answer, and we just lie there in silence for a while.

I try to catch my breath, and he begins to pull out. His cum spills out of me onto the bed, and I wince slightly as he moves. He rolls off me and onto his back, a hand rubbing his stubble.

He looks at me. "Are you okay?"

I don't know what to say. I should be running, screaming, anything. Instead, I nod. The truth is, despite the burn between my legs, part of me wants him to take me all over again. The other part of me feels a deep sense of shame. Gina's pack will never forgive me. Although they're not my pack, they represent the closest thing to acceptance I've ever felt in the shifter community. Gina even thought Mateo might ask me to stay on after the fountain repairs were complete.

Being kidnapped is one thing, but it will be clear I've mated with Diego—his scent, the bite on my neck. I will reek of the betrayal. I could tell them he forced me, but for some reason, the thought of betraying Diego like that makes my wolf anxious.

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