I pause for a moment before admitting the truth. “I want you to fight me, to take me.”
Before I can blink, he’s lifted us out of the chair and he spins my body around, pinning me against the wall. It’s cool against my flesh. I don’t even have time to gasp until my cheek is pressed against the wall with his fist gripping my hair. My legs are spread wide and just the head of his hard dick is nestled between my folds. Both my wrists are captured in one of his hands and held above my head. Holy fuck! My heart races in my chest. His speed and strength are terrifying but somehow invigorating at the same time. His other hand loosens its grip in my hair, then slips between the wall and my body, moving lower and lower until he’s able to circle my clit with heavy, unrelenting pressure. The feeling is so intense that I try to move away, but I’m trapped. I can hardly move any part of my body.
He whispers into my ear, “You questioning my dominance, sweetheart?” My pussy clenches at his words, feeling empty without him inside me. I shake my head slightly as best I can. “No,” I murmur, my eyes barely open as the pleasure rocks through me.
Without warning, he slams his dick inside of me all the way to the hilt and I scream out his name while an orgasm rips through my body. He groans into my neck, “I know you love me destroying your cunt, you’re so fucking tight on my dick.”
His words bring me that much closer to yet another release as he starts rutting me from behind. I love every bit of what he’s doing to me. I can hardly take it, but at the same time I want more. I want all of him. I need all of him. My heart clenches in agony as I find myself wanting to beg, but I don’t know what for. His lips kiss over my shoulder and neck hungrily. I feel his fangs skim across my neck and I push myself into them. Yes!
He nips my ear and sucks on my neck, quickening his pace.
The sound of his hips slamming into me fuels my need to let go. I try to move away as the feeling becomes too much. I try everything to escape, but I’m pinned. I can’t get away from the intensity of the need running through my body, heating and numbing every inch of me.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart. You wanted me to fuck you like this, remember?” The danger in his voice is intoxicating. I was a fool to think I could fight him. “Take it, sweetheart.” His low growl sends even more desire strumming through me and just as I’m about to find my release all over again, he pinches my clit, making me scream. My orgasm hits me like the rough waves of the ocean, crashing unforgivingly against the shore over and over as my body trembles uncontrollably. At the same time, I feel him release, heightening my own pleasure as his dick throbs inside of me.
“Tell me you felt that, sweetheart. Tell me you feel our connection.” He breathes heavily into my neck and his words come out with desperation. I’ve had sex before. Plenty of times. But this is … it’s more. He adds, “I’m not letting you go till you do.”
Our connection. It’s far too much. The violent crash is imminent and it’s going to destroy me. Not even a day, and I already know Devin is going to ruin me. It’s not fair. I never stood a chance.
I can’t lie. “Yes.” I answer him as quickly as I can and I feel his body relax against mine, but he still cradles me against him. I catch my breath and say, “I promise I felt it.” Thankfully I stop myself before the next words slip out. My heart clenches and tears form in my eyes when I realize how close I was to blurting out three stupid words that should never be spoken.
Dom
Caleb takes a deep breath in front of her bathroom door before glancing over his shoulder at me and asking, “You ready, man?”
Clearing my throat, I deny my own uncertainty. Honestly, I don’t know if I am. My wolf hurts being away from her, but it’s bearable compared to the pain I felt when she rejected me. The east wing is finished, every piece in its place, so we figured we’d get our little mate settled.
She wasn’t in the guest bedroom. Not that I expected her to be in bed waiting for us; I’m not that naïve.
“She probably fell asleep in there.” I nod at Caleb’s assertion as he gestures to the bathroom.
It kills me that she’s avoiding us, but I’m not going to lie down and just take this shit forever. She’s my mate, and I’ll be damned if she’s going to refuse me without giving me a chance.
“Come on, stop dragging your feet. She’s probably asleep anyway.” He reaches for the bathroom door before I’m even able to respond. It’s locked. That’s not surprising. He jiggles the handle and it pisses me off. He’s being too loud. He’s going to wake her up and I’d rather he didn’t. If she’s asleep I can at least hold her without having her attack me. That thought, that possibility, is the only thing that drives me to do this right now. Rather than just leave her be in peace until she’s ready to come out. I grit my teeth and push him out of the way.
“Knock it off. I swear to God if you woke her up, I’m going to break your hand.” He snorts and all out smiles at my threat.
“You may be a big motherfucker, but I can still take you, Dom.” The idea of the two of us going at it puts a wicked grin on my face. Not many in the pack like to spar with me anymore. I take a credit card out of my wallet and slip it between the lock and the doorframe. I’m not as good as some, but I’m sure I can jimmy this lock.
“Put your money where your mouth is, pup.”
“Pup? I’m six months younger than you.” I chuckle at the indignation in his tone that rings in my head.
“Still younger.” As I whisper the words, I hear the lock clear and I twist the knob. We’re in. Holding my breath, I push the door open as quietly as possible. I silently step into the room, but she’s not here. My brows furrow and Caleb pushes past me. I take another glance around the large bathroom, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Adrenaline spikes through me and my heart beats frantically, pounding against my rib cage. My throat closes and I struggle to take in a breath.
As I’m having a goddamn breakdown, Caleb pulls open the shower curtain. The sound of the rings sliding along the metal bar steals my attention.
“Calm down; she’s right here.” I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding and walk silently, but quickly to my mate.
She’s curled up on the bottom of the deep soaking tub, lying awkwardly against the cold cast iron so that her neck is at a weird angle. That’s got to fucking hurt. She could’ve at least grabbed a towel for a makeshift pillow. That now familiar pain creeps up in my chest. She’d rather stay hidden and cold than to attempt any kind of comfort. Shit, we left her alone in the bedroom; she could’ve slept there. I breathe in deep, letting the disappointment and guilt run through my body. She doesn’t trust us.
I lean down to sit on the edge of the tub and brush her soft blond hair away from her face. Her cheeks are tearstained and black mascara is smeared under her eyes, but she’s still impossibly stunning. Her petite frame only takes up about half of the tub, making her look even more fragile. Her deep, even breathing confirms that she’s out cold. She’s still in her skimpy dress; I can’t help it as my eyes linger on her upper half that’s very much in danger of being exposed. The bottom of her dress doesn’t even come close to covering her ass. I tilt my head and I can see a bit of a cream-colored lace thong. I close my eyes and bite back a groan. She’s fucking gorgeous. I sure as hell don’t deserve her.