Chapter 2 #3
"Good." He thrusts into me in one hard stroke, and I cry out at the stretch, the fullness, and the overwhelming sensation of being completely possessed. "Because you're mine now, Grace. And I don't let go of what's mine."
He doesn't give me time to adjust. Just starts moving, hard and deep and relentless, one hand gripping my hip, the other braced against the fence above my head.
"So tight," he groans. "Taking me so good, darlin'. Like you were made for my cock."
I can't form words.
Can only hold on and feel as he takes me apart with brutal, claiming thrusts.
"You feel that?" he asks, his voice rough. "Feel how deep I am? How perfectly you fit around me? This pussy's mine now, Grace. Mine to fill. Mine to fuck. Mine to breed."
The word sends a shockwave through me. "Shadow—"
"Gonna put a baby in you," he continues, his pace increasing. "Gonna fill you up over and over until you're round with my kid. Everyone's gonna know you're mine when you're carrying my child."
It should terrify me.
The idea of being pregnant, of being that tied to him.
But it doesn't.
It makes me clench around him, makes me moan his name, makes me want exactly what he's promising.
"You like that?" He bites down on my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. "Like the idea of me breeding you?"
"Yes," I gasp. "God, yes."
"That's my good girl." His hand slides between us, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. "Come for me, Grace. Come on my cock like a good girl."
The combination of his words, his fingers, the relentless thrust of him inside me—it's too much.
I shatter.
I scream his name as the orgasm crashes over me, my body clenching around him, wave after wave of pleasure that leaves me shaking and boneless.
"Fuck, yes," Shadow groans, his rhythm faltering. "Squeezing me so tight. Gonna—fuck—"
He buries himself deep one last time and I feel him pulse inside me, feel the heat of him filling me, marking me from the inside out.
We stay like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, our bodies still joined.
"Mine," he murmurs against my neck, pressing kisses to the marks he left. "You're mine now, Grace. No taking it back."
"I don't want to take it back," I whisper.
He pulls back to look at me, his eyes softer now but no less possessive. "Good. Because I meant what I said. I'm keeping you."
He helps me down carefully, my legs shaky, and I feel him slide out of me.
I'm immediately aware of the wetness between my thighs, the evidence of what we just did.
Shadow's watching me with dark, satisfied eyes. "Don't clean up," he says. "I want you to drive home with me dripping down your thighs. Want you to remember who you belong to."
My cheeks flush but I nod.
He helps me back into my jeans—there's no point in the panties, they're destroyed—and hands me my tank top. While I dress, he fixes his own clothes, tucking himself back in, fastening his belt.
When we're both somewhat presentable, he pulls me close for another kiss.
This one is slower, deeper, almost tender.
"This is just the beginning," he says against my lips. "Next time, I'm taking you in a bed. Gonna see all of you. Gonna take my time making you scream."
"When?" The word comes out breathless.
"Soon." He traces the bite mark on my shoulder. "When I decide you're ready for everything I want to do to you."
A shiver runs through me. "Shadow—"
"Go home, Grace. Get some sleep. Dream about me."
"I don't think I can sleep."
He grins, that dangerous, wicked grin that makes my stomach flip. "Good. I want you lying in bed, feeling where I was, wanting more. Because you're mine now, darlin'. And I take care of what's mine."
One more kiss, and then he's helping me into my truck.
I drive away with his eyes on me the whole time, watching me go.
The drive home feels like I'm floating.
My body is humming, alive in a way it hasn't been in years.
I can feel him between my thighs, slick and claiming, and every time I shift in the seat I'm reminded of what we just did.
What I just let him do to me.
What I wanted him to do to me.
When I pull up to my cabin, Charlie's waiting by the window, her tail wagging.
I walk inside on shaky legs and lock the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment.
"I did it, girl," I tell Charlie as she limps over to greet me. "I chose him."
She sniffs at me, probably smelling Shadow on my skin, and wags her tail harder.
I head upstairs and strip off my clothes, catching sight of myself in the mirror.
There are bite marks on my shoulder. Hickeys on my neck. Bruises forming on my hips where Shadow gripped me.
Evidence of his claim.
I should be horrified.
Instead, I trace the marks with my fingers, remembering how each one felt.
How he made me feel safe and desired and owned all at once.
I climb into bed without showering, not wanting to wash away the evidence of what we did.
My body is sore in the best way, and I can still feel the phantom sensation of him inside me.
I close my eyes and try to sleep.
But all I can think about is Shadow.
His hands. His mouth. His voice promising to fill me, breed me, and make me his.
You're mine now, Grace.
And the terrifying, exhilarating truth is...
I want to be.