Chapter 1 #3
Her eyes flickered open, still rimmed with gold and madness, but softer now than when she’d been trying to tear out my throat. Her lips parted, and a soft, broken sound escaped, halfway between a sob and a moan.
My wolf surged, snarling ‘mine’ so loud it nearly drowned out my reason.
“Easy,” I rasped, voice low, strained. “You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re not in your right mind.”
Her scent said otherwise. Her scent said she wanted me, even through the haze of whatever drug they’d injected into her, even through the rage. It wound around me like chains, dragging me closer. My body pressed harder into hers, every instinct begging me to take her, to claim her hard and rough.
Her thighs shifted beneath mine, spreading a fraction wider, and my pulse thundered in my ears.
Gods help me, I wanted to feel her, to taste every inch of her, to bury myself inside her until neither of us remembered this blood-soaked hallway and I forgot my own name.
“Not like this,” I growled, more to myself than her, forcing the words through clenched teeth. Even as I said it, my cock twitched, my body betraying every ounce of discipline I’d ever had.
Her scent only grew stronger.
Her body writhed beneath me, not with the same feral violence as before, but with a deeper, more primal instinct. Her hips rocked, just enough that I felt a whisper of her heat through the thin hospital gown, and my cock pulsed so hard it hurt.
I sucked in a quick breath, and that was a mistake.
Her scent hit me again, sweet, slick, and thick with need. It lanced straight to my gut, winding low and hot, coiling my muscles tight.
She tilted her head, baring her throat, and the sight nearly undid me. My wolf roared in my chest, demanding I sink my teeth into her again, deeper this time, claiming her until she screamed my name.
“Gods,” I snarled, dragging my teeth across the mark I’d just bitten into her skin. She gasped beneath me, the sound a little bit broken, and my cock jerked against her thigh like it was answering her.
I ground down harder, pinning her, my breath hot against her ear. “Do you feel that?” I growled, my voice low and rough with need. “What you’re doing to me?”
Her eyes fluttered, drugged, wild, but there was no mistaking the way her body arched against me, the soft whimper that slipped from her lips.
I wanted her.
I needed her.
Fuck, this girl was my mate.
My free hand slid down her side, fingers grazing the curve of her hip, pausing at the edge of the thin gown.
Her skin burned under my touch, fever-hot, trembling, and I shuddered at the thought of pushing the fabric up, tearing it off, and burying myself deep inside her until the madness in both of us burned clean.
“Mine,” I rasped, the word tearing free before I could think. “You’re mine.”
She moaned softly, her thighs shifting wider under me, her body opening. My restraint cracked, the last threads fraying as my hand slipped lower, fingertips brushing the inside of her thigh.
The heat there was molten.
I swore under my breath, my head spinning, my cock throbbing with every heartbeat. One more breath of her scent, one more brush of her skin, and I wouldn’t stop. I’d take her right here, in blood and ruin, and claim every inch of her like my wolf demanded.
I brought my lips to her ear. “Say the word,” I whispered hoarsely. “Give me anything—just one word—and I’ll make you mine completely, here and now.”
She whimpered again, her scent flooding stronger, and my claws ground shallow divots into the tile under us as I fought not to tear the rest of her gown away.
I was spiraling, caught between reason and the mate bond, between my promise to protect and the need to fuck her into the floor until neither of us remembered who we were or where we came from.
And Gods help me, I didn’t know if I could stop.
Her body arched beneath me, trembling, her thighs shifting wider, and that was it. The last thread of restraint snapped.
A snarl tore out of my chest as I reared up and my hands fisted in the thin hospital gown, ripping it apart right down the middle. The fabric shredded under my claws, baring her skin to the stuttering light above us. She gasped, but it wasn’t fear; it was arousal, feral enough to match my own.
Her scent hit me full force, sweet and slick, coating the back of my throat until I was dizzy with it. My cock ached, straining against my pants, desperate to be inside her.
I shifted my hips, grinding hard against her core, and she bucked up to meet me, heat soaking through the fabric between us. The drug still burned in her veins, I could see it in her eyes, wild and glowing, but her body knew me. Her body wanted me.
“Say it,” I demanded, my voice breaking. “Say you’re mine.”
She trembled, her breath panting in and out of her parted, blood-smeared lips. No words came, just another sound, soft and desperate.
That was enough for me though.
More than enough.
I yanked my pants open, freeing my cock, hard and dripping, and pressed it against her entrance. She gasped, twisting beneath me, but her hips tilted, her body welcoming me in the oldest, most primal way there was.
I slammed forward, burying myself inside her in one brutal thrust.
The world exploded.
Her cry ripped through the corridor, half scream, half moan, as the walls of her cunt clenched tight around me, hot and wet and perfect. My own roar followed, echoing off the steel panels, as pleasure and bond and blood fire detonated through my veins.
I moved instantly, thrusting hard, fast, unable to hold back. Every drive of my cock was a claim, every slap of skin to skin a vow no one could break. She writhed, nails clawing my shoulders, her cries bouncing off the walls.
I bent low, biting her again at the cusp of her neck, marking her deeper this time, sinking my teeth until even more blood welled. She convulsed around me, screaming, her body seizing as the mate bond sealed, her climax tearing through her so violently I almost lost myself inside her.
“Mine,” I growled against her skin, pounding her savagely now, desperate to complete my claim. “You’ll never run. Never be taken. Never leave me.”
Her body trembled under me, her cries breaking against my shoulder, and for a heartbeat I thought the madness was spent. Thought the drug had burned out of her veins.
Then her eyes snapped open.
Clear. Intelligent. And utterly furious.
The wild haze in her eyes was gone, and in its place was a woman’s fire, green irises burning like molten emeralds, locked on mine with a hatred that made my breath catch.
Her nails bit into my arms, not mindless now, but deliberate. Her lips curled back from her teeth.
“You bastard,” she hissed, her voice raw, shredded, but unmistakably her own.
I stayed braced over her, still inside her, my pulse hammering and my balls pulled up tight, demanding release. Her fury burned hot enough to sear away what little control I had left.
Her voice cracked, ragged but strong. “Get. Off. Me.”
I leaned down, brushing my lips against her ear and took a deep breath in, surrounding me with her scent and her pussy fluttered around my cock.
“No.”
She struggled, but I thrust into her once more, and then again, as if I was proving a point. My cock pulsed inside her, hard and heavy, the heat of her body searing through me like wildfire.
She was mine now.
No one could take her from me.
No one would dare to try.
Not even her.
My blood burned at the thought of it, and my hips drove forward harder.
She twisted in my grasp, hissing curses under her breath, but she couldn’t escape. I had her pinned, trapped in my arms, legs, and on my cock.
She shuddered at a particularly brutal thrust, and a broken moan slipped from her throat. Her nails dug deeper into my skin, drawing blood, but I barely felt the sting.
I bent low, brushing my lips against her ear as she shuddered again. “I don’t care how much you fight,” I growled, squeezing my eyes shut. “I don’t care how much you hate me. You’re still mine.”
Her breath caught in her throat, her body tightening around me, and I knew she was close to coming. I could feel it in the way she trembled, the way her breath hitched, the way her walls fluttered and clenched.
“You’re my mate,” I repeated, driving into her with every word. “And I’m going to prove it to you, over and over again.”
Her body arched beneath me, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and her screams echoed down the corridor as she came.
Her walls clamped down around my cock like a fucking vise.
I thrust once more, twice, as deep as I could go, and then my knot swelled, locking us together as I buried myself inside her.
Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parted in a soft gasp as I filled her with my seed, the head of my cock pressed tightly against her. She shuddered, her thighs trembling, her body gripping me tight.
I stayed buried in her for a long moment, panting, our bodies still joined. Her scent was everywhere now, mixed with mine, thick and heady, and I breathed it in, savoring it.
Slowly, she opened her eyes again, and the fury was back, blazing brighter than ever. Her hands slid down to my hips, and I felt the sharp pinch of her nails as she dug them into my skin.
Her jaw clenched, her eyes flashing with rage. “I will never be yours.” She spat the words like a curse, her voice raw and hoarse. “I’ll kill you first.”
A dark chuckle rumbled in my chest.
“You can try.”
She twisted under me, trying to dislodge my knot, but I held her firm, keeping her pinned against the floor. I bent low, brushing my lips over the mark I’d left on her skin. “But if you do, it won’t change anything.”
Her body tensed, her breath catching as I laved my tongue over her bite, claiming her all over again. She shuddered, a soft whimper escaping her throat, and I felt a surge of delicious triumph.