The deep resonance tripped down her spine. Joints loosened, muscles easing from quivering tension to warm languor. Hurting in too many ways, her whole world upended and crushed, she let it happen. Melting into the male as he continued to push that subterranean darkness into her, she made a delighted gasp at the first jerky snap of his hips.
Slick began to drip from where their bodies joined, staining the fabric of his pants. Wet sucking sounds filled the back of the car as he rocked his thick cock into her. The close air was heavy with musk and sweetness.
It was merciless, the way he took her as the sedan cruised through the busy streets. His hands enveloped the swell of her hips, moving her at the rhythm and pace he wanted. Her wants and needs were nothing. Every angle of her hips to get the much needed friction against her clit corrected. The touch of her hands met with a warning growl.
She wasn’t meant to enjoy this.
At her first breathy moan, the provoking rumble ceased. Snapped from the sexual haze, she blinked at the male beneath her. Clarity returned, razor sharp. In the next breath his hands brought her weight down. The broken cry of anguish scattered across his shoulder as she pushed up to ease the ache, only to be brought down twice as hard.
She wasn’t ready for the treatment he demanded. Her shattered whines knotted with the loud slap of their bodies meeting.
When tears flowed as generous as her slick, Kahler slouched. Long legs angled out, filling the backseat from one side to the other, spreading Quinn around him. Hips shrieking in complaint, he began to rut up into her in a rhythm matching the hands that still moved her. She tried to fall away. Without the chance to become delirious in the call, with no pleasure to dull her senses, everything only hurt.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going,” Kahler said through clenched teeth. He growled and grabbed her hair. Bowed back over a trunk like arm, Quinn could only struggle for shuddering gasps and stare. Miserable agony blurred everything in watery smears. She could just make out the shadow of Curtis’ profile. Eyes straight ahead on the road, he ignored every cry, every weeping plea for the Alpha to stop.
Feeling the knot begin to swell, Quinn bucked and jostled. As the pain mounted, her body had stopped the ample flow of slick. Each stabbing thrust was tacky, a stuttering jolt before his hips met hers once more.
The impossible girth of his knot would tear her apart.
Her high-pitched cry grew to a howl. Slapping and clawing at the male earned a cuff to the temple that would have knocked her into the front seat had he not been holding her so tight. Her face throbbed with the staccato pace of her heartbeat as he bent her further back.
“You take what I give you,” Kahler said in a voice straining with his impending release. “You’ll take it and you’ll like it!”
Rhythm lost, his hips moved in frenzied jerks. The knot expanding as he shoved it in and wrenched it back, Quinn shrieked and convulsed at the fire that ripped across delicate flesh. His cock jumped with her spasms.
The monster was excited by her pain.
“I’m going to knot you… so good. Remind you… who this pussy belongs to. Fill this… tight little cunt up. Take it!” His words trailed off into a roar that shook the windows of the car. Hands bruising and tearing, he pulled Quinn down into one last brutal thrust. Fully formed and thick as his fist, the knot was rammed into her.
Mind bending agony crackled through her bones. There wasn’t even breath for the scream that had her mouth gaping wide at the dark upholstery of the car’s roof. Tortured flesh felt him pulse, the first potent surge burning like acid.
Then it all changed.
The growl came, fierce and unrelenting as she slammed into the male’s chest. Crushed against him to feel the insidious sound all the better. Fingers found her clit between lips stretched taut, the nub of flesh left vulnerable. Thumbing the bundle of nerves, he rocked the still throbbing knot against a spot that seemed connected to her clit with a ragged bolt of electricity.
Pleasure exploded under her skin, primal and raw. A live wire of overwhelming sensation, she twitched and jerked.
“That’s it, squeeze my knot. Show me what a good girl you are,” Kahler whispered, a hoarse rush against her ear. Lips descending, he took the stiffened point of her nipple into a hot, wet mouth. Teeth scraped and bit at tender skin. His other hand stole up to maul her other breast, squeezing and pinching.
Wanting to deny every excruciating shock of bliss, unable to stand against it, Quinn moaned through clenched teeth. His fingers pinched at the pulsing nub of her clit, twisting it.
She was lost.
Shrill and keening, she came. Pussy clenching around his cock, gripping, she writhed on that incredible thickness. Urging another creamy surge from him, she grinded in delirious bliss as it bathed her battered insides. Twisting contractions had him releasing more liquid heat in powerful jets that made her wail. His lewd groans and growls snarled on her breathy cries.
It seemed to go on forever. His fingers plucked and played, drawing it out for far too long. Pleasure tumbled into pain with no respite. Too full, too stretched, too much.
Her fists pummeled at the Alpha’s shoulders. Tears cascaded down reddened cheeks in a fresh wave of torment. The moment she thought it would stop, he would begin again. Over and over until all she could manage was to give a broken sob as he forced her over the edge once more.
The licentious growl he used to force her through the last of it softened into a husky purr. His jerky thrusts, the ceaseless grinding of the knot, came to a blessed end. There was no comfort in the sound for her, no soothing for the hurts he had inflicted. It was only the satisfied rumblings of a male as he stretched beneath her.
She collapsed against Kahler regardless, stomach aching and thighs cramping as she whimpered. Glazed eyes turned to the window where she watched the city falling away. Not knowing where they were or even bothering to care, she drifted in a darkling haze that buffeted her with downy wings but refused to offer any true respite.
Shivering with exhaustion, twitching at every movement of the man below her, Quinn prayed for unconsciousness that never came. Even her own mind refused to give her the comfort she needed.
Instead Quinn watched the tall buildings fade away into the more decent housing districts. Modest homes with postage stamp yards giving way to larger dignified residences before it was all left behind.
The encroaching woods that surrounded the long stretch of road were familiar, even from this unfamiliar angle. She knew that the whip-like grass would cut your shins and leaf litter hid a great many stabbing things. The creaks and groans of old wood had haunted her through much of that panicked sprint.
