He’d thrown her.
Several feet away lay the tangled remains of her nest. Mouth working like a fish out of water, she struggled for breath that refused to come.
His weight covered her back. Bucking and writhing, weak though it was, she refused to give in. The back of his meaty paw met her cheek, slamming her head into the cold floor and knocking stars across her vision. Quinn was so stunned she couldn’t even offer a token resistance when he parted her legs. Hot tears slipped over her lashes and down frozen cheeks.
The growls he pressed against her neck, vibrating through his chest and into her back, had the desired effect. Instinctual in response, her ass rose to present the dominating male with the weeping slit of her pussy that the engorged head of his cock already probed.
Slick flowed no matter the turmoil of her thoughts. He took no care for the tightness of a long unused opening. Shunting into her, pulling a ragged squeal from a throat already hoarse with low sobs, the Alpha seated himself with a vulgar moan. The way he filled her was perfect. His heat and musk surrounded her. The low growl continued to shudder through her bones, sweeping away all but the lowest of needs.
Feeling as if she was about to be split open, Quinn braced for him to rut into her with the same violence he had already shown. Instinct would see her through the ordeal and would leave her at least physically whole to pick up the shattered pieces. Eyes squeezed shut, she mumbled an incoherent litany of affirmations against the inside of her arm.
She would survive. She would endure.
Instead of the rough slap of hips against the upturned pillows of her ass, he shifted his weight and forced a hand under her hip. Thick fingers dipped between stretched lips to gather the copious sweet lubricant before finding the pulsing bundle of nerves without error. Rough pads traced slow circles around her clit. Heat bloomed through her pussy, threading its way to her veins where a slow burn etched its way into her limbs. Flinching away from the unwanted pleasure, she took him deeper.
Quinn’s eyes snapped open inches away from the faded blue and white squares. He wasn’t even all the way inside her yet. He was going to tear her apart.
Mewls pleading for mercy were met with a softening of the dangerous resonance, a soothing thunder that calmed and agitated her by turns. At least riding the high of his call, Quinn wouldn’t notice the damage. She’d cry out for more of it. The false calm of the purr would make her supple to his demands. Horror tangled with a desperate need, an icy crackle filling her bones as blood turned molten in her veins.
As if he could read her thoughts, the Alpha strummed her clit. His other hand wedged under her ribs, fingers wriggling between floor and her breast until he could cup malleable flesh. Her nipple tightened against the rough skin of his palm no matter how she ground her teeth and snarled. The hardened nub was caught between his fingers, pulled and twisted. A shock of sizzling need tore through her body, spreading trembling heat in its wake as it shot down to her pulsing pussy.
Quinn’s hoarse cry was broken, but not defeated. Even as hips bucked to take more of that impossible thickness and her body writhed, she refused. As pleasure clawed a bloody path through her resistance, she hissed through her teeth and breathed through the rising tide of forced bliss. She would not come. Not for him or anyone else, not like this.
“Stubborn little thing, aren’t you,” the Alpha rasped against her cheek. To her complete shock, there was no anger in his tone, only a throaty chuckle that zipped down her spine and spread through the cradle of her hips. Callused fingers grinding over the throbbing nub of her clit pulled a sound deep from within her chest she didn’t recognize as her own voice.
Deft fingers plucked and played, pulling at the response Quinn fought against. Body betraying her with every pitiful moan and squeaking cry, slick flooded her pussy and seeped around the painful girth stretching her to drip onto the floor. Shuddering, muscles squeezed his length and ushered him further inside.
Keeping her flat to the tacky vinyl, his knees spread her wide, wider, until her legs trembled with the strain. Dragging the sharp edge of teeth down her back brought forth a squeal and another rush of slick as she pushed back. Flesh met with a soft slap and a guttural groan.
“That’s it, little bird. You’ll sing for me yet.”
Losing any sense of self in the lust filled haze, she shook her head against the floor. He couldn’t make her like this. Not before the overwhelming power of hormones and chemistry pulled her under. The sure touch of his fingers against her throbbing clit drove her too close to that edge even as she shrieked her denial. If she didn’t force his hand soon, she’d be lost.
Dropping flat and any pretense of resistance, Quinn reached her arms back to grip the male’s ass. Delirious, she marveled at the sculpted muscle under her fingers for a long moment. Small fingers traced over the contours of the swell of firm flesh. For a brief second, he lost his tight control and uttered a low growl of pleasure that swept through her body with the force of a wildfire. Before he could check his response, she dug her nails in and pulled with a throaty purr.
The Alpha went wild above her. His call was a roar against her ear as he snapped his hips forward, not even bothering to withdraw before trying to get deeper. A ragged sigh slipped over Quinn’s lips as the fight left her limbs, suffused with a mind-bending pleasure in its place.
His hand at her breast abandoned its skilled manipulation to wrap around her shoulder. Hips rolled, pulling that thick length from her clinging depths to slam forward, arm pulling her back into the savage thrust. Instincts took control and crushed coherent thought under the brutality her body craved from the male.
Trilling cries and thundering growls tangled with the wet sucking sounds of her pussy and the slap of sweat slicked skin as he impaled her again and again. A primal symphony made all the more heady by the overwhelming scent of an Alpha in rut. Spiced musk flooded her senses, brought her lips to his arm where a delicate pink tongue could lick at the salty sheen of his skin.
Insides battered, craving more, Quinn pushed back into every brutal thrust. Orgasm building in jerky snaps to the rhythm of his pounding, muscles fluttered, squeezing his cock in a plea for what her body needed. Humming low in her throat, her back struggled to arch just a little higher. She tempted him to greater heights.
Bellowing, the male reared back and took her with him. Trunk like arms held tight, pinning her to the resonance that came from his chest as he worked her up and down that thickening pole. Moans growing higher, longer, she let loose a torrent of shrill cries as he worked the beginnings of his knot in and out of her tight entrance.
It was awful. It was perfect. Trembling with the force of the building explosion working its way from the roiling heat in her belly, jagged bolts of pleasure seared through her limbs. Every muscle began to draw tight, tighter. Her hands darted, free to touch what they could. Nails scraped over male flesh earning her more violence, more pleasure.
“I’m going to knot you so good, little bird. So good,” he hissed through clenched teeth. Quinn could only make whining moans of agreement in response. “That’s right. Sing for me, sweetness. Tell me how much you want it.”
She was crushed against the floor once again. Bulky arm under her shoulders, he held her still for the punishing weight of one, two, three more thrusts before he ground the swelling knot inside her. The base of his cock inflated. A heartbeat not her own pounded against oversensitive flesh, pushed against a spot that had a guttural tone clawing its way from her throat.
The male’s fingers found her clit. Thumb rubbing rough circles around swollen flesh, Quinn screamed.
She exploded. Shattered into a thousand glittering pieces, light seared across her vision and blinded her. Pussy contracting, slick walls rippled up that impossible length to urge forth the seed she wanted.
“Going to fill you up. Take it. Take it all!”
The first frothy spray of scalding heat that bathed her insides had her screaming all over again. She had what she craved, what sheneeded. By the third she was flailing against the floor, senses overloading with too much sensation as the male ground the knot in even deeper. Still his fingers worked over her abused clit. He pulled at her orgasm until each twisting contraction was a searing pain she never wanted to end.
