Chapter 9 #3
“Please,” I whimper. “Harder…”
“Now you want to beg like a good girl, hmm?” he chuckles, still driving his length into me. “Beg me to break you, Taryn. Beg me to give you everything you need. Let me hear you.”
I still don’t feel like I need to be broken, but I need something. “Please!” I cry out, obediently. “Break me! Give me everything I need, Victor!”
“With pleasure,” he hisses.
His hard cock drives into me with reckless abandon.
The thrusts are so hard and fast it feels like he’s everywhere inside me.
Moving. Throbbing. Pistoning into my body.
Drilling pleasure straight into my soul.
The pressure finally builds and the orgasm he rips from me is beyond explosive.
My vision goes black then blinding white.
But no matter how hard I clamp around him, he keeps hammering his cock into me.
His savage fury dominates and consumes me.
The orgasms start chaining together again, and every single one of them feels like an earthquake in my core.
After I get destroyed by a dozen of them that come so fast I can’t breathe, I gasp for my next hit of oxygen.
I finally catch my breath, only to have it knocked out of me with an orgasm I’m not ready for.
There’s not much left; I can tell that, but I’m not sure if he can.
His thick, hard cock slams into my body while I climax helplessly, the orgasms beginning to take a heavier toll.
After a few more, it feels like I’m getting numb.
I can’t take much more, but I’m not in control, he is.
I couldn’t stop the thrusts if my life depended on it.
“One more, then I’ll leave you dripping with my seed,” he commands.
I feel like I’m already dripping, but I’m not sure if it’s his cum or my arousal.
He slaps my ass a few times, each impact vibrating into my core.
That’s enough to rattle another orgasm from my mostly spent body.
The toll leaves me weak, my legs spreading as I struggle to hold myself up now that I’m dangling from one of his hands clamped around my hip.
“No,” he snarls, pulling me back into position and slamming his cock into me. “I’m not done with you yet, mate.”
His hand returns to the bruises his fingers left behind, and he holds me steady while he pistons his length into me. More pressure bubbles and I can tell it’s going to be a big one. It gets so tight my toes curl and uncurl while I take every hard thrust.
Then something breaks inside me. Something that shatters everything, even my soul. I climax on his length, and as I do, I feel him throbbing.
“Victor!” I scream. “Oh god, Victor!”
“Yes! Taryn!” he roars, driving his dick as deep as it will go. It throbs several times before I feel his hot seed. “Scream for me!”
I scream his name so loud there’s a good chance the entire neighborhood hears me. I’m glad I’m the only one home, or Frank and Melinda would think I was being murdered. His seed floods my tormented passage and I orgasm helplessly on his pulsating cock.
I’m definitely spent now. Broken by pleasure. Unraveled by something my body craved more than anything else in the world: my mate. I don’t fully understand what that means, but I know it means something world changing. My world will never be the same.
“Now you’ve been broken and claimed,” he proclaims proudly, leaning forward until his lips are against my ear. “Which means you’re ready for my mark.”
“Your mark?” I murmur, barely conscious, sinking into the mattress when he releases his grip on my hips.
“Proof that you belong to me,” his deep voice rumbles through my ruined body. “Once you’re marked, I’ll always be able to find you, even if I lose your scent. My instincts demand this.”
I feel his lips against my upper back, then his teeth.
I don’t have the energy to react, even when he bites down and it feels like fangs instead of teeth.
There’s pressure, then a sharp sting, and I know he breaks skin.
Then his fangs sink deeper into my flesh and I tremble beneath him.
Blood runs down my shoulder onto the bed.
He licks it off, his saliva making the wound burn.
“You’re mine,” he snarls possessively.
“What instincts? What does it mean?” I gasp from the pain and confusion. “To be yours?”
“It means everything is about to change, Taryn,” he rumbles. “In ways you’ve never imagined.”
He pulls away and I can feel his seed leaking out of me. I can feel the stinging sensations seared into my ass. The burning ache radiating from my back where he marked me.
For a second, I swear I can feel him inside my chest. Not physically, but somehow tangibly present.
A second heartbeat. A dark thread pulled tight between us.
Beneath it all, a warm feeling blossoms inside me.
It feels like all my troubles no longer matter.
Like they’ve faded into background noise that I no longer need to hear.
I still don’t fully know what it means to be his.
But I have a feeling I’m going to find out.