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I hear the belt drop to the ground with a metallic thud. The next moment, thick fingers drag through my swollen pussy. Fondling me harshly and discovering exactly how soaked and needy I am.
Muffled moans burst out of me at the unexpected contact. Although apparently every part of me is greedy for more and more of his coarseness. My clit pulses and I’m aching for him to fuck me into next week.
“Look at this cunt of yours. Dripping wet and begging to be filled even after having your ass striped red.”
All my blood has rushed to my head now…am I going to pass out? The collision of sensations is so overwhelming, and my desire rages through my veins like a wildfire. Holy fuck, would he leave me hanging here like this without getting to come just as he threatened earlier?
Oh, god. He would. This man definitely would.
I start to plead nonsense into the sodden silk filling my mouth.
The world spins as I’m hauled up off the bike, and through my damp lashes, I see Raven. His pupils have bled fully black, and there’s a snarl on his lips as he hitches my body against him.
We’re moving and I’m beyond caring about being in an isolated forest with a murderer for hire. Desire has taken my rational brain hostage, leaving me liquified into wanton need, grinding my pussy against his abdomen. The noises coming out of me from behind the gag are desperate and high-pitched, which seems to match his energy. Because he effortlessly holds me up against him with one hand underneath my ass while I cling to his neck. With the other, he frees himself from his jeans, and in the next moment, my back hits a tree.
Raven shoves inside me.
We both groan at the same time.
His head drops forward for a second as my pussy stretches to accommodate his thickness. But the moment shifts and ignites the air between us, he begins to punch forward with his hips, deep and fast. One of his hands brackets my thigh with fingers digging so hard against me there will definitely be a handprint there tomorrow. With the other, he paws at my shirt.
Right now, he’s treating me like I’m nothing more than a dirty fuck in the middle of the forest.
And I think I love him for this gift he’s giving me.
The thin fabric gives way at the neck with a loud tear, exposing my breast on one side. My wolf takes a handful of the soft flesh, squeezing and kneading while his cock thrusts in and out. Hitting so deep I can feel him in the back of my throat.
“That’s it, my pretty little cock whore.”
He pinches and tugs on my hardened nipple while I moan against the wad of fabric. There’s nothing I can do but hold on as he drives into me over and over and over. Somewhere in my brain, a voice demands oxygen. I try to remember to inhale through my nose, but it’s a feeble effort in the face of how my body is being utterly used. My pussy walls flutter and clench around him, and after how close I was while bent over getting spanked, I’m easily dragged to the edge of my climax by force.
I come on a desperate sob and anguished cry, clamping down, squeezing his length buried inside me. Everything gets swept away with the force of how far I’m tugged underneath the surface, and all I can do is shut my eyes and hope never to come up for air again.
Strong hands grip me as his thrusts intensify, my walls still rippling around him as he jolts and unloads with a series of grunts and curses. His cum jets inside my pussy, and he keeps on slowly fucking me. Guiding me down from my orgasm. My eyes are shut, but his attention is laser focused on every muffled noise I make.
Grief bubbles out of me. Wetness clings to my eyelashes.
He rests his forehead against mine and doesn’t say anything. But I can feel what he’s not saying. My wolf is the eye of the storm, keeping me calm and grounded and holding me so tight I never want to escape his grasp.
His cock is still buried inside me, when I start to shiver. The cold creeps in to claim my bones as I begin to come down.
But I don’t want this to be over. I don’t want to have to return to reality just yet. Keep me here, hidden away, where I can wallow in the knowledge of how awful my bloodline truly is.
As if he hears my thoughts, Raven yanks the shredded shirt off me, then drags his own tee over his head in one movement. He carefully bunches it over my hair, then threads my arms through the sleeves, and try as I might I can’t fucking help but melt even more wrapped in his arms. The soft fabric is warm and surrounds me with an addictive hit of his scent.
Keeping me braced against the tree, he uses one hand to brush my tangled hair off my tear-soaked face. Then he carefully takes my panties out of my mouth, swiping a thumb over my bottom lip before shoving them in his pocket.
“I don’t have anything else to give you.”
His voice is low and hoarse, and he’s not referring solely to the shirt.
None of that matters. It’s perfect. He’s perfect.
I’m still cradled tight in my wolf’s arms, clung around his neck, feeling like a toddler, when he carries me a little deeper into the trees beyond the clifftop. To a small wooden hut hidden amongst the thick pines; even though I can barely raise my head off his shoulder, I can only assume this is where he comes from when he disappears.
We enter the tiny wooden structure. It’s dark and musty. There are no windows, and in one corner of the square room is a simple little firebox with a wooden sleeping platform along the far wall. I’m set down on the edge of the makeshift bed—if you could call it that—as Raven goes about lighting the fire for us. There’s a gray wool blanket that looks like something from the army folded up on one end, which I wrap around my shivering limbs.
Readjusting myself on the hard wooden surface, I can’t help but wince. The welts on my ass and backs of my thighs pinch and sting when they come into contact with the wood.
