Chapter 1 #4
I shifted my hips, letting my knot deflate the slightest bit and drove deeper into her, and she cried out, her walls clamping down around me in another orgasm. I kept going, grinding into her, again and again, until her body went limp.
Finally, I pulled back, staring down at her. Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted in a soft moan. “You’re mine,” I told her, my voice and eyes joining to convey my arousal and my ownership. “Whether you like it or not.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she turned her head away, refusing to look at me.
I smirked. “That’s what I thought.”
I pulled out of her slowly, relishing the sight of my seed dripping from her delectable little entrance.
I stood, tucking my cock back into my pants, and looked down at her.
She was covered in blood and bruises and my cum, her body marked with the evidence of our mating.
My mate.
My blood roared at the thought, and I had to fight to keep from taking her again, right there on the cold floor.
I reached down, offering her my hand. She stared up at me for a moment, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
After a beat, she finally took it, and I helped her to her feet, only for her to come at me, fury alight in her eyes once again.
I grabbed her arm, spinning her, and shoved her against the wall, pinning her there with my body. Her back was against my chest, and I could feel the heat of her skin, the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass.
“Don’t test me, little girl,” I growled in her ear, my cock stirring again despite the fact that I had just been inside her.
She struggled in my grip, but I held her firm, my hands wrapped around her wrist and waist, my body pressed tight against hers.
She was still virtually naked, with just the ragged scraps of her gown hanging from her shoulders.
Her skin was slick with sweat and seed, and the scent of her arousal was thick in the air.
“I hate you,” she snarled, her voice seething with fury.
I grabbed what was left of the hospital gown and lifted it, exposing her ass as she thrashed against me.
“I know,” I said, my voice a dark purr. “And I don’t care. You’re mine, and you’ll do as I say.”
I slid my fingertips over her bare cheeks and when she nearly bucked away from me, I secured her in place by pinning both of her wrists over her head with only one of mine and swung my free hand down hard, spanking her naked ass.
A shocked cry escaped her lips, and she twisted in my grasp, but I held her firm.
“Stop it!” she hissed, her voice hoarse with anger and barely perceptible desire.
Then I really started spanking her. She squirmed and kicked and swore at me, but I didn’t stop, not even when her ass was bright pink and she was gasping with each blow. I only paused to slide my fingers between her thighs, dipping them into her wetness, making her moan and arch against me.
“You want this,” I growled, pressing my cock against her ass, making her feel how hard I was. “You need it.”
She shook her head, her hair wild and tangled around her face. “No. I don’t want you. I don’t need you. I hate you, you fucking animal!”
I slapped her ass again, harder this time, and she cried out, her body tensing against mine. I did it again and again, and each time, her cries grew louder and her breath came faster. I didn’t stop until her ass was a deep, dark red and likely very, very sore.
Despite the pain, though, I could see her arousal dripping down her inner thighs.
I slid my fingers into her soaking wet cunt, and she gasped, bucking against me. I stroked her clit, fast and rough, and she moaned, her hips jerking. I kept going, working her hard and fast, until she was keening, her body shaking with need.
“Come for me,” I ordered, deep and rough. “Come for me, or I’ll keep going until you do.”
She shook her head, her teeth clenched, but I didn’t let up, not even when she started to whimper, not even when her thighs were trembling and slick with her juices.
I kept going, driving her higher and higher, until she finally screamed, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clamping down around my fingers.
I didn’t stop, not even when she was spent and limp, her breath coming in frantic gasps.
I just kept going, working her clit until she was writhing and moaning again, her body desperate for more.
I smacked her ass hard a few more times for good measure, truly punishing her with every swat until she was moaning and crying for mercy.
“Now, be a good mate, and take your breeding like a good girl unless you need me to take off my belt.”
I let go of her wrists, leaving her gasping and shaking.
Then I grabbed her hips and flipped her around to face me.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed, and her lips were swollen and red.
I leaned in, kissing her hard, my tongue sweeping into her mouth, claiming her.
She kissed me back, her teeth nipping at my lower lip, her hands grabbing at my shirt, pulling me closer.
When I pulled away, she was panting, her eyes wide and dark. I smirked, enjoying the sight of her like this, undone and needy.
“That’s better,” I crooned. “Now, behave yourself, or I’ll have to punish you again.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t say anything. She was still breathing hard, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.
“Fuck. You,” she snapped.
I chuckled, pulling her closer. “Oh, I plan to.”
She glared at me, but I just grinned, running my hands down her sides, enjoying the feel of her skin. She shivered, her nipples hardening as I grazed her breast. I leaned in, kissing her neck, and she gasped, her body arching into mine.
“Stop that!” she hissed, pushing at my chest, but I didn’t budge, just kept kissing her soft skin. Then I took both of her nipples in between my fingers and pinched them hard.
She cried out, her back arching, her hips grinding against mine. I did it again, and she moaned, her hands grabbing at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I pinched her nipples harder, twisting them until she was panting, her body writhing against me.
“Stop fighting me,” I growled sternly. “I’ll give you what you need.”
She shook her head, her teeth clenched, but I could feel her desire, her need. I kept going, pinching and twisting her nipples, making her cry out and moan, until she finally broke, her body trembling as she threw her head back.
“You want this,” I said, my voice a dark whisper. “You need this.”
She shook her head again, but her body betrayed her, her hips bucking against mine.
“Admit it,” I growled, pinching her nipples still harder. “Admit that you want me to fuck you. That you need my cock.”
I leaned in, capturing her lips in a brutal kiss, my teeth nipping at her lower lip.
“Beg me,” I whispered cruelly. “Beg me to fuck you.”
Her eyes were wild, her breath coming in short gasps, but she didn’t speak, didn’t beg. I pinched her nipples harder, until she was crying out, her body bucking against mine.
“Please!” she gasped, her voice growing increasingly desperate. “Please, I need you inside me.”
I smirked, enjoying the power I had over her. I pulled away, just enough to release my cock and guide it in between her thighs. She was still trembling from her orgasm, but she was looking up at me with raw hunger in her eyes.
I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance, teasing her and making her moan. She was so wet, so ready for me, and I couldn’t wait any longer to take her again. I thrust forward, filling her in one smooth stroke.
She cried out, her body arcing with pleasure, and I growled, my hips slamming into hers. I fucked her hard and fast, our bodies slamming together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. She was tight and hot around me, her walls clenching around me with every thrust.
I pounded into her, my hips snapping back and forth. She was so tight, so wet, and I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening with every stroke.
I thrust into her, harder and faster, my hips pumping like a piston. She was moaning and gasping, and I could feel her getting close, her walls clenching around me, her body shaking.
She wound her arms around my neck. I tore my shirt off, needing air. Then I reached between us, finding her clit, and rubbed it quick and rough, making her scream. She came hard, her body convulsing around me, milking my cock and forcing a groan to slip from my lips.
I kept going, fucking her through her orgasm, my own release building inside me. Her nails dug into my back, no doubt leaving marks gouged into my bare skin.
She was screaming now, her voice needy and desperate, her body writhing in my arms. I fucked her harder, faster, pounding into her with everything I had. I was so close, so close, and I could feel her tightening around me again, her body tensing for another release.
I slammed into her, burying myself deep inside and letting my knot finally lock inside her. My orgasm hit me like a fucking tornado, my cock pulsing as I came deep inside her. She cried out, her pussy spasming around me as we both came together.
I slumped against her, my forehead resting on hers, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I was spent and thoroughly drained, but I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. I’d claimed her, marked her as mine, and now she was tied to me in a way that could never be broken.
“Mine,” I murmured, my lips brushing hers, my cock still pulsing inside of her.
She didn’t answer, just closed her eyes and leaned the back of her head against the wall, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasms.
I held her there for a long moment, savoring the feel of her skin against mine, her scent mingling with mine. Then I pulled back, looking down at her. She was a mess, her hair wild, her lips swollen, her body covered in bruises and dried cum, but she was beautiful, and she was mine.
Slowly, I pulled out of her and tucked my cock back inside my pants.
“Commander!”
I whipped my head toward the sound just as a half-dozen wolf soldiers rounded the corner, weapons raised, nostrils flaring at the stink of blood.
Their eyes landed on the bodies first—two of their own lying torn open in pools of red—then on me, leaning over a bloodstained girl in a shredded hospital gown.
Mariah bared her teeth, her nails biting into my arms like she was daring me to let them take her.
The soldiers froze. One of them whispered under his breath, barely audible, but it carried.
“It’s her. The feral one.”
Their grips on their rifles tightened, claws itching for a fight.
“Step aside, Commander,” the officer at their head barked. His gaze flicked between Mariah and me, his voice loud, brittle with nerves. “By order of the Council, that girl is to be secured for scientific study.”
A low growl ripped up my throat, deep enough to vibrate the walls. My wolf surged, claws snapping free. Every instinct howled, every muscle trembling as the truth tore itself out of me.
“She’s mine.” My threatening snarl echoed like thunder in the steel and concrete corridor.
The men stiffened, their scents spiking, their expressions ripe with fear, shock, and disbelief. One tried again, voice wavering. “Commander, you can’t—she’s dangerous—”
I surged forward in a blur, dragging Mariah against my chest, my arm banded around her waist. My claws glinted, my teeth bared, my entire body shaking with the force of the bond.
“You touch her,” I snarled, voice low and guttural, “and I’ll tear your heads off your shoulders. Every last one of you.”
The hallway went silent but for Mariah’s quiet breathing and my heartbeat hammering like war drums. The soldiers shifted uneasily, their eyes flicking to my claws, my teeth, the veins bulging under my skin as my wolf pressed so close I was nearly half-shifted.
They’d seen me fight. They’d seen me kill. They knew I wasn’t bluffing.
The officer swallowed hard. His jaw flexed, but he dipped his head the barest fraction. “Understood, Commander. She’s… yours.”
His tone twisted the word like it was poison, but I didn’t care.
They backed away slowly, boots squeaking against the tile, their weapons lowering. One muttered under his breath, “The Council will want her eventually.”
I roared, the sound ripping out of me so terrible and violent that the lights above flickered, dust falling from the ceiling. The men flinched, retreating faster now, eyes wide, feet stumbling in their haste to get far away from me.
When the hall was empty again, the air still stinking of fear, I stood there, chest heaving, Mariah clutched tight against me. My wolf rumbled low, triumphant.
This was my mate.
And if they wanted her, they’d have to come through me.