Chapter 18 #4
“You hate me?” His voice drops lower. “Then I’ll give you something to really hate. Roll over.”
“Wait—wait, Garrett.” Panic edges into my voice.
No, not from the back.
The idea of being face-down, that vulnerable, goes against every survival instinct as a Wolven.
Before I can react, he’s moving. He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach with surprising strength.
I try to crawl away. My hands scrabble at the sheets, trying to pull myself up the bed. I’m scared I’ll actually break if he keeps going.
“Stop thrashing.” His voice is hard, commanding. “You’ll only hurt yourself.”
He grabs my hips and drags me back down, settling between my legs. His hand finds the back of my neck, pushing my head down firmly into the pillow.
“Garrett—”
My face presses into the mattress.
“Stay,” he orders.
The word sends a shiver through me. This isn’t the gentle Garrett from moments ago. His other hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise, pulling it up. He angles me exactly how he wants me. I feel his crown pushing in.
Then he plunges all the way in with one hard, brutal stroke.
I make a sound into the mattress. Half surprise, half pleasure, all desperation.
“You’ve gotten quite used to my cock, haven’t you.” Garrett’s voice is rough, wrecked. “That’s it. Take it.”
He keeps driving forward, alternating between deep thrusts that hit something devastating inside me and shallow ones that tease. There’s no rhythm or pattern. Just whatever he wants, whenever he wants it.
I let out a pathetic whimper. I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
“Why are you suddenly so tight?” He sounds amazed, breathless.
He sets a harder rhythm now. No more careful exploration or whatever he called making love earlier. He is just taking what he wants with single-minded focus, using me.
“Are you happy that I’m treating you roughly?” There’s something dark in his voice. “Is this what you wanted?”
His hand stays on my hips, holding me in place. The other wraps around my throat from behind, fingers pressing against my windpipe.
“You know, Wolf...” His breath is hot against my ear. “I really wanted to hold you properly. Gently and lovingly, as a lover would. But you’re a freak.”
The word stings but it makes me harder.
“Soft fucking is not going to cut it, is it?” His hand tightens on my throat. “It isn’t enough to satisfy you.”
His weight pins me to the mattress while his hand cuts off my air. Everything becomes overwhelming. The relentless rhythm continues to drive into me without mercy. He’s using my body for his pleasure without apology, taking what he wants.
I let him have his way and take what he needs. Some part of me that I’ve never known before revels in it.
It craves being used like this.
His other hand wraps around my cock, stroking me roughly while his grip stays firm on my throat.
Heavens above, Garrett. Give me a minute to recover.
But I’m already hard again impossibly. My body responding to the intensity despite having come twice already. He strokes in time with his thrusts, pushing me toward the edge. I’ve never seen him like this before. He’s overwhelmed by lust and completely lost in it.
His hand tightens on my throat one final time, cutting off air completely for several heartbeats. Stars dance at the edges of my vision.
Then he releases.
“Come for me,” he demands. “Now.”
Air rushes back into my lungs at the same moment his grip tightens on my cock.
The dual sensation of air flooding my system while he strokes me hard sends me over the edge.
The orgasm rips through me with brutal intensity, stealing my breath and my vision.
I come hard over his hand, over the sheets, shaking violently.
“You might be done,” Garrett growls against my ear, “but I’m not. So buckle up, little Wolf.”
He doesn’t slow as he keeps fucking me through the aftershocks, chasing his own release. Finally his rhythm stutters. He buries himself deep and comes with a harsh sound, collapsing forward onto my back. Both of us gasping for air.
We stay like that for a long moment. His chest heaving against my back. His breath hot against my neck.
Then the sharpness fades from his eyes. The commanding presence melts back into exhausted satisfaction.
“Wolf,” he breathes. He rolls off me and pulls me back against his chest, arms wrapping around me tight.
I’m boneless and wrecked, trembling from the intensity of it all. We lie there quietly for a moment, both catching our breath.
“Thank you,” Garrett says softly against my shoulder. “For letting me have this.”
Umm… what the hell is this now?
He gives me a fucking thank you? The gratitude is too polite for what we just did. Something cold settles in my stomach.
“Why are you thanking me?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer but he holds me tighter. The wrongness of it nags at me. I push through the exhaustion and force myself to move. My body protests and every muscle aches. I’m oversensitive and used but I roll over to face him.
Garrett’s eyes are wet.
Is he crying? We were fucking intense earlier… Maybe he’s the type who gets emotional after a good fuck. Some people do that, right? But Garrett’s never struck me as the crying type in any situation.
“What’s wrong?” I demand.
“Nothing,” he says, but his voice nearly chokes on the word. “Everything’s fine.”
He’s lying. I need to see his face properly to understand what’s happening. I climb over him despite my body screaming in protest, pinning him beneath me.
I grab his wrists and pin them above his head with one hand, holding them there firmly. His eyes are glazed, satisfaction written all over his face. But he smiles anyway, lazy and content. “Wolf—”
I kiss down his jaw, finding that sensitive spot just below his ear. Garrett lets out the most delicious moan I have ever heard. My free hand slides down his body, mapping every perfect inch of golden skin. He arches into my touch. I want to give him something in return for what he just gave me.
I lick his neck.
“Wait,” Garrett says suddenly. “Not there—”
There’s tension underneath his voice.
I don’t wait. I’m too focused on making him feel as good as he made me feel. I keep kissing, teeth grazing along the column of his throat. He tastes like salt and wine. I want to memorize his taste.
“Wolf, wait—” There’s more urgency now.
I bite down gently on the side of his neck. I want to mark him as mine, even if only temporarily.
And then—
Everything goes wrong.
My vision blurs and the room tilts sideways. Maybe I’m tilting. I can’t tell the difference. Everything feels heavy.
What—
I try to hold myself up but my elbows buckle. My limbs are deadweight and completely useless. I collapse onto Garrett with my full weight.
What’s happening? What the fuck is happening?
Garrett shifts beneath me with effort, somehow managing to roll me onto my side. His face swims in and out of focus above me, features blurring like a painting left in the rain.
“I’m sorry,” he’s saying. His voice sounds far away, distorted like I’m hearing it underwater. “I’m so sorry, Wolf. I didn’t want to, but I had to—”
He leans down and kisses my forehead. His expression is broken and determined.
Tears track down his cheeks and I think he’s crying.
Garrett, what did you do? I try to speak and ask him but my mouth won’t form words.
“This was the only way,” he whispers, and I can barely hear him now. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Darkness creeps in from the edges, eating away at what little I can still see. My vision is fading fast. Garrett’s face is the last thing I see before everything goes black and I’m falling into nothing.