Chapter 25
brOOKE
I had never felt so exhilarated. I was outside in the wilderness, running. Naked. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea because bare feet and nature didn’t go too well together.
I didn’t have to worry about it for long because I was scooped up into big, brawny arms without even hearing Roy come after me.
I screamed and flailed my legs, fighting against the arm banded about my waist. Why? I had no idea, but I felt… caught.
I should feel fear, that Roy was too possessive, but this felt different. I felt claimed.
It was exactly what I wanted. Somehow, I knew that this was what Roy needed, too. To go after his woman, his mate, and claim her.
“Your pussy sore, sugar, from earlier?” he murmured in my ear.
“No,” I replied.
“Good, because you’ve riled up my wolf. He likes a good chase, so this claiming is gonna be rough.”
My pussy clenched at his deep voice. At the promise behind his words.
His wolf was going to be rough. Not just Roy, the man, who’d had sex with me the past few days.
This was going to be different. So much more.
I was here for it. So, I moaned, “Yes.”
Roy dropped to his knees, the soft tall grass cushioning them. He didn’t release his hold, only bent over me, so I was mounted. I felt the prod of his dick against my hip. The hot fan of his breath against my nape. The gentle graze of his teeth against my shoulder.
“Here,” he said. “My mark is going here.”
I rolled my hips up, tipped my head back. There wasn’t anything else to say but one word.
“Yes.”
A growl tore from Roy’s throat as he thrust into me with one thick, deep, hard stroke, filling my pussy so deeply I had to arch my back even more to take him all.
I rocked my hips over him, and he helped me, his hands at my waist, lifting and lowering me over his thick cock.
The wildness of the scene–being naked in the woods with a man who turned into a wolf–a male who wanted to mark me with his fangs–heightened my excitement.
I was wetter than I’d ever been. My nipples tight, hot buds.
My pussy swollen and stuffed with Roy’s manhood.
“Oh my God,” I chanted, nearing climax already. Hell, I’d been nearing it just from being chased by my wolf.
Roy’s eyes glowed green in the moonlight. His canines had lengthened. When he brought his thumb to my clit at the same time a finger from his other hand found my anus, I bucked, and came.
Roy clamped his teeth down on my shoulder, sinking into the exact spot he wanted.
The pain was sharp and bright, but it was gone in a second. My orgasm tore through me, ripped me to shreds, made me scream and beg and lose myself in the strong, hot body wrapped around me.
I was skewered and bitten, trapped in the pleasure Roy gave me.
He released his hold on me with his teeth, then licked the spot, soothing the punctured skin.
“My mate,” he murmured, then started fucking me some more.
I’d been fucked before. By Roy, even.
But that had been nothing compared to this. I had no idea what rough was. What being truly fucked meant.
Until now.
Until I had a brute of a man and a wild wolf at my back. Plundered by his dick, taken. I was so wet, the sound of it filled the air with our moans. The slap of flesh against flesh.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take it.
When he reached his free hand around and slapped my clit, I had an out of body experience. The pain was so blissfully pleasurable I couldn’t handle the sensation.
It was too much. We were too much.
“You’re not done, mate. You’ll come again,” he growled. He wasn’t tiring, his hips pistoning into me. “And again and again.”
“Roy,” I moaned.
“Again.”
I had no idea if I could… until he smacked my ass.
“Again, mate.”
“Roy!” I cried.
He alternated between spanking my pussy and my ass. Front, then back, not stopping his deep thrusts. Sweat slicked between our bodies, my back to his front.
“I’m… it’s, oh my God.” I was incoherent, lost to the pleasure. To the roughness of this claiming.
I didn’t have a choice. My body was under the control of someone else, and he was driving me yet again to the peak of pleasure.
“You’ll come like a good girl, and I’ll go with you. Now.”
I did. I obeyed. Came. Heard Roy bellow his own release. Felt it.
I was destroyed. And made whole.
While that had been the dirtiest, roughest sex I’d ever had, I’d never felt so wanted.
There was no question I belonged to Roy, but he, too, belonged to me.