The large male walked me past the other males and females, all who stared at his bite and how he held me. I didn’t care. I needed his dick, a place to use him, and tons of meat to sate the hunger that burned within me, growing more painful by the moment.
I growled, and he bit down harder as my body continued to lure him by scent. “Impatient little thing, aren’t you? You just got off my dick, and you already crave it again?” As I purred loudly, he smiled around the flesh his teeth held. Blood dripped down my shoulder, and I turned, licking it clean as he watched. “What the hell are you? You’re obviously not a lamb. Not with how you feed off humans and raw meat.”
“Mmm,” I moaned, bucking against his hold.
“You could have died; you’re not done changing, Aria.”
I snorted impatiently, recalling how Aria articulated words when she spoke. “Fuck me.” I smiled in victory as it came out perfectly.
“Plan to,” he growled gutturally and then groaned as my sex drenched with more need. “You keep fucking doing that, we won’t make it to the house, Aria. I’ll be fighting every fucking shifter in this town to keep you and your pretty pussy to myself.” I smiled and did it again until it was dripping down my thigh for him.
He snarled loudly, letting the rattle in his chest warn the others to keep their distance. He veered away from them, moving with long angry steps as he took us into the shadows. The male pushed me down hard against the side of a wooden structure. His teeth never left my shoulder as he parted my thighs and entered me painfully.
I cried out as he filled me full, hurting me deliciously as he entered my body even though I’d prepared it for him. He was very large and stretched my body to accommodate his. I bucked against him on instinct, slamming my ass against him as he snarled against my shoulder. Rattling with need, he grunted, fucking me mercilessly with his massive cock. Basic instincts took over, and my body shivered with the mixture of pain and primal, carnal need while he dominated me by force and strength until I was purring loudly as my body sang with praise for his.
He was virile, masculinity in its truest form. He pounded into my body like a starving beast. He took, controlled, and conquered until I was screaming, and we purred together. My orgasm clamped my body against his, milking his cock as he jerked once, then twice, before slowly withdrawing to shove his fingers into the core of my flesh. He rubbed the scent of our coupling over me, using it to cover the scent I used to show him what I wanted and needed. He was all male, and I was his prey. I purred as he fought to control his breathing from the violence of our mating.
I lifted my hips again, turning to nudge him as he watched me through black slits. “More.”
He was like me, starving and needing to shed this flesh and fuck like animals. His need was burning in his dark eyes. I purred, and he purred low, deep from in his chest, which slithered over me and calmed my fears. I smiled with pride, knowing I’d made this masculine creature purr with the heat of my body and the scent it was creating for him from our mating.
“Try not to leak your fucking pheromones again until we’re in your new room.”
“More,” I growled, even though it came out hardly a word.
“You will get so much fucking more, woman. I plan to make you beg me to stop fucking you.”
“Knox, she’s breeding.”
“She’s mine,” he snarled to the male—Brander, he was Brander, and the one holding me was called Knox.
“You don’t want her no matter her scent tells you,” he countered. “Whatever she is, she’s also a Hecate witch.”
My male, Knox, seemed to go tense behind me, and I frowned, turning my nose to him, rattling my chest as his grip tightened on my hips, holding me closer to him as he watched me.
“So, she is. Tell Greer to open the elevator to the basement. She’s unsafe to be outside until she learns to control what she is and stops leaking her scent everywhere. And, Brander, it doesn’t fucking matter, our kind doesn’t breed anymore.”
“She was on fire. She has sharp teeth that mimicked ours almost identically but a hell of a lot more feminine. Her hands formed into claws, and she wanted to run, Knox. She’s also a carnivore, one who wanted to fight you over the kill she made. She tried to dominate you.”
“And she fucking lost; she’ll always lose against me, you know that. I cannot be dominated, no matter what the fuck she is. It doesn’t matter how much I come in her tight pussy, we can’t breed together. Or did you fucking forget that issue? Get the basement opened before she has every male in the city itching to breed her dripping cunt.”
Knox lifted me, and I preened, not worried about anyone else trying to breed me since I had the ultimate alpha craving me. His scent was in me and all over my flesh, and my scent was on him. His teeth held me subdued, but I’d fight him once I was released. If he wanted me, then he could prove he could handle me. He held me through the door, and the annoying females were there. One touched his shoulder, and I snarled in warning, letting my claws extend to remove her hand by force. I bet they would taste crunchy and tasty. I was hungry enough to eat them all.
“What the hell is happening to her?” the female demanded.
“She’s in some form of transition, to what, we have no idea.”
“Yeah, but she has fangs, claws, and your come is dripping out of her pussy, Knox,” the female retorted. “She’s my sister first, no matter what the hell she is. Where are you taking her?”
“Get the fuck out of my way.”
“He is taking her to the basement because she is unstable.” The one called Brander pinched the bridge of his nose. “She isn’t your fucking sister right now; she’s merging with whatever is inside of her. She isn’t safe to be outside the fireproof room. We have no idea what the fuck she is, but right now, she’s exhibiting similarities to an Ifrit, which, if pissed off, goes fucking nuclear. No one in this town would live through it, understand me? She isn’t going for just your protection, but for her own. If she killed you, she’d never recover from it, Sabine. Let him help her, and when she gets her shit together, she can go home with you.”
Knox snorted, turning to move toward a large wall. An older male pushed some bumps on the wall, and a large opening was revealed as we approached a box within the wall. Knox stepped inside, turning with me in his arms, they opened and then closed as we stepped inside. I wiggled wantonly against him, and he set me down carefully, releasing his bite unhurriedly before his tongue trailed through the blood, tasting me.
I didn’t move, waiting for him to finish cleaning the mark he’d made. His eyes peered down, taking in the damage he’d done while I watched him. Knox didn’t heal the damage he’d done to me. Turning my head, I ran my tongue over the part of the wound I could reach as he watched me closely. We stopped moving, and I peered out as the box opened, noting the room built of metal and colored glass.
He shoved me, and I smirked, entering the room to inspect it. There was nothing soft here, just hard, shiny metal. I turned, frowning as he watched me from the box. He reached in front of him, closing it, causing my heart to race.
I moved closer, touching my hands against the glass, looking at him as blood dripped from my shoulder. He hadn’t healed me with his tongue, and I had needs that had yet to be met. I was ravenous, starving so badly that it ached on a painful level. He looked away, and I pounded on the glass, watching him turn to leave as I erupted, exploding in flames as my hands beat against the glass.