Ana glared at him, unable to believe that this was the height of his concern while her father lay bleeding to death. But then what did she expect? He was the one who had fatally wounded him. Ana firmed her mind and tilted up her chin. She would not bend to this man—this murderer—anymore. “Take me back to—”
“Answer me!” he roared, pushing her back farther and forcing her to retreat. “Did you fuck him?”
“I want to see my father!”
The Alpha pushed her back harder until her back slammed against a rough tree bark, it’s uneven gnarly knobs ramming into her back. She forced herself not to cry out.
“You will never see your father again if you do not answer me!” the Alpha roared.
Ana glared up at him, the anger between them thick and suffocating, but in that moment, she saw what she was really looking at. This man was a monster. The darkest black fury consumed him, bulging at his neck, darkening his eyes, clenching his huge muscles. His whole body was poised to attack, and every sense within her told her that he was bordering on the edge of control. The worst was the pungent scent seeping from him, entrenched with his aggression, flared an intense longing in the pit of her stomach, bringing with it a twisted admiration and desire at the sight and smell of an Alpha with such intensity and violence. Ana grit her teeth, willing the feeling away. “No, I did not fuck him.”
The Alpha’s stance did not change. “Did he touch you?”
Ana’s mouth tightened. “Not... like that.”
“Then how?”
Ana held his violent gaze. “Please take me back to my father.”
The Alpha pulled her forward until his lips almost touched hers, then he slammed her back on the gnarly bark. This time a biting pain dug into her back, and she had to cry out. “How?” he demanded.
Ana gasped, blinking rapidly as tears stung her eyes from the pain. “He… kissed me. That’s all.”
All bravery deserted Ana when an enraged roar erupted from the Alpha; the roar so violent it shook the trees around them. His mouth slammed against hers, knocking her head onto the tree bark, and he kissed her so hard, it hurt.
She pushed back against his thick shoulders, trying to pull her mouth away, but it didn’t make a difference. He bit and sucked on her lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth, punishing and brutal. Ana tried to bite him, to be just as violent in response, but it seemed as though he didn't even feel her resistance. As their mouths battled, his scent deepened into that familiar rich complexity tainted by the harshness of aggression, and Ana’s desire flared in response, just as violently as his kiss. Her nipples grew so taut, they stung with that rushing sensation she’d relished back in their room, accompanied by an exquisite throbbing between her legs.
Horrified, she wrenched her head away, panting hard. Father had to be taking his last breath by now, if he was even alive at all, and she was becoming dangerously aroused by this bastard. “Maddoc.” She didn’t like the way her voice trembled. “Let me—”
The Alpha released her neck, gripped the skirts of her dress and tore them down the middle.
“What are you doing?” Ana gasped.
She wasn't sure if the Alpha heard her. His hand dipped to her thighs, digging into them as he pried them open.
Ana’s fury surged again. Raising a hand, she slapped him across the face as hard as she could, the crack of her hand echoing through the trees.
It fucking hurt her hand, but Maddoc’s head barely moved. Annoyingly, the violence in his eyes changed to a hot smolder, and Ana’s own craving peaked to a tortuous need. Her whole body was aflame at the way he was looking at her, coupled with his scent, and she remembered—he liked when she slapped him—or at least when she was angry enough to do so. “Don’t touch me,” she spat, a sob almost escaping that she couldn’t control the conflict within her. “You are letting my father die without me. Don’t ever touch me again.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you want.” Maddoc’s growl was so low, it vibrated through her chest. “You have been irresponsible with this body, even after all my warnings.”
“Stop trying to make this about me!” Her voice sounded shrill in her ears but she didn’t care. “All you want to do is turn this entire kingdom to chaos and upend the royal structure. You want everyone to be at the mercy of you and your men. I want no part of it.”
“It has always been about you.” Maddoc hooked his hand under her thigh and lifted her leg. “You have no choice, Princess. ”
“Yes, that’s right,” she remarked bitterly. “Everyone has to suffer for the actions of other people, just like making me suffer because of my father.”
“Do not act like you didn’t beg me to fuck you,” Maddoc said dangerously, his other hand releasing himself from his pants, “or knot you or suck that clit until you screamed. You wanted everything I gave you. The only time you didn’t reach for my cock was when you were asleep. Do not act like it was any hardship for you!”
Ana glared at him, forcing herself not to lower her eyes, even though the embarrassment at his truthful words coursing through her was almost unbearable.
Maddoc lowered his face until his mouth was against hers, his black eyes staring directly at her. "And do not act like you are not wet right now, needing me to fuck this aggression out of you. Don’t act like your pussy isn’t sopping and twitching and waiting for me, because I can smell it."
With that, he drove into her in one single spearing thrust, and Ana wailed in relief as the burn she needed rocketed up her core, flaring an erotic rejoicing throughout her body that made every hair on her arms and neck stand on end. It was though her body celebrated the feel of him inside her again, and she clung to him, knowing she needed it. He slammed so deep inside her she gasped, pumping a rhythm that slapped her hips against the tree bark as he worked in and out. His lips remained on hers, grunting into her mouth as he claimed every moan and whimper that escaped it. As her body jolted against the knobby bark, searing pains rocked into her back, worsening with each slam, and yet it fed into the bitter sweetness of the savage rapture that had overtaken her. All thoughts were shunted out of her mind as her body tuned in to the deliciously overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
“So good,” he grunted into her mouth before biting her bottom lip.
Ana agreed but couldn’t speak.
She was so wet, her slick spurted out of her, as he worked in and out, dripping along her thighs. She found herself annoyed that his skin was partially obscured by their clothing, but he yanked her neckline down and encircled her hard nipples, and suddenly she was mindless with pleasure. When her orgasm came, it was with the violence of both of their fury, and it wrecked her completely. Tearing through every muscle in her body and sweeping away whatever resolve she had left. By the time the Alpha’s release neared, Ana was limp, her body battering against the tree bark as it bruised her spine, her head limp to one side.
The Alpha withdrew and pushed Ana to her knees as he spurted his seed all over her. The warmth splashed her face and neck, and in the mindless numbness of it, Ana reveled in the satisfaction of his mark on her and the rawness between her legs. But slowly, as the Alpha continued to mark her, her mind began to clear. The gritty scent the of soil underneath her knees rushed into her nose bringing her back to her surroundings. At the Alpha’s last grunt, she noticed cloaked men standing farther back in a semicircle in the woodlands, their backs to them. They were his men.