I’m not thinking, that’s what. My primal brain is focused entirely on the heat building between my thighs.
“Is this what you wanted?” he grits out, driving deeper, hitting a spot inside me that has no business being so sensitive. “You chased me down for this?”
“Screw you!” I gasp, my fingers clawing at the earth before me.
His chuckle is low, hoarse, infuriating.
He fucks me. He doesn’t go slow. His fist tightens in my hair, his fingers bruise my hip, and he drives into me hard enough to shove me forward in the grass. I brace my arms and shove back. Every impact is a collision — the anger and the wanting tangled so tight I can’t find where one ends, and the other begins. I am fucking the man I came here to destroy, and my body doesn’t care. My body thinks this is the best idea it’s ever had.
“God!” he grunts, the sound fluttering over my skin. His nails are wrong against my hip. Thicker. Sharper. Claws, or close to it — the wolf pushing through his hands the way it’s pushing through mine. The growl from his chest hasn’t stopped. It rolls through me with every thrust, a vibration I feel in my teeth. When his mouth finds the back of my neck, the graze of his teeth sends a bolt of something through me that isn’t pain and isn’t pleasure and is more intense than both.
His teeth are wrong, too. Too sharp. Too long. I can feel the points dragging against my skin, and the threat of those jaws — what they could do — is an awareness under everything else.
I don’t want to stop. That’s the horror of it. My wolf doesn’t want to stop, and the part of me that knows this is a catastrophe is getting quieter with every thrust while the part that wants him gets louder.
“Yes!” I hear myself say. “Yes… Fuck, yes!: The pressure is building. My thighs are trembling. My arms can barely hold me up. Everything is tightening — belly, thighs, the grip of my body around his cock — and when I come, it hits so hard that my arms give out and I scream into the grass. My whole body seizes, clamping down on him. The pleasure is blinding, obliterating, the kind that wipes out thought and leaves nothing but nerve endings and the animal howling behind them.
And then — while I’m still shaking, still clenching around him — I feel him change.
His rhythm stutters. He buries himself deep and stays, and I feel the base of him swell, catching at my entrance. He’s thickening inside me, stretching me wider, the pressure building until I gasp.
He’s close. I can feel it in the tremor running through his body, the way his grip has gone rigid on my hip. He’s about to come inside me. And somewhere beneath the aftershocks and the haze, a fragment of my rational mind surfaces long enough to understand what the change in him means. I freeze, eyes widening.
He thrusts forward, the bulge bursting past my tight entrance with a pop that’s almost audible. I choke out a gasp.
No! No, no, no!
Alpha knot.
This is bad. Very, very bad.
“No! Get it out. Now!” I lurch forward. Hands and knees, every muscle straining, trying to pull free.
I can’t.
The knot is locked. His body sealed inside mine, the base of him swollen past the point where separation is possible, and I am physically trapped.
The panic is a white flash. My claws gouge the dirt. I wrench forward again, harder, and the movement drags the swollen flesh against nerves that are still lit up from the orgasm. Pleasure and panic collide, and I cry out — fury, despair, a sound that doesn’t know what it is.
He growls.
Different from before. Deeper. The sound fills the clearing, fills my body, fills every wolf cell within me. It’s an alpha’s growl, a dominant male’s growl, and the meaning of it is written into my DNA:Obey.
My wolf goes limp.
Every muscle I have gives out. My arms fold. My chest drops to the grass. My body flattens beneath him with a surrender so complete I feel it in my marrow — not defeat, not exhaustion.Acceptance.My wolf recognizes this male. My wolf has been reaching for him, and the knot is the confirmation she’s been waiting for. Her response is immediate, total, and… satisfied.
“Good,” he groans, his breath hot against the back of my neck as he buries his face in my hair. “So damn good.” He’s fucking me in short, punchy strokes, limited by the restriction of the flesh that has him locked into me. A bulge that’s pushing against my G-spot, and every other sensitive point in my overstretched pussy.
“Oh… Oh God…” I whimper as another orgasm builds. Without thinking, I turn my head. My throat stretches open. Bared. Offered. The most vulnerable part of me, given to the man on my back by the wolf inside me.
His lips brush the junction of my neck and shoulder. Teeth graze my skin. Not human teeth. His fangs have extended. I feel the points sink in, sharp and enormous.
“Wait…” I moan, though there isn’t a shred of conviction behind it. But some part of my brain realizes that what’s about to happen is going to upend my life.
He bites down, wolf jaws in a human mouth locking in with the full force of an alpha’s claim. The pain is brief. Exquisite. What replaces it isn’t pain.
I scream as he comes inside me, my body convulsing around him. The sensation in my neck shoots straight to my core.