The storm door thuds against the ground, the scent of rust from the hinges tickling my senses. Oklahoma guides me inside, and I walk down the steps into a small, cramped space. There’s a built-in bench and two cots to the right.
Pillows and blankets are on the small bookshelf along with nonperishable foods. The sunlight falls upon every surface, micro-specs of dust glittering against the bright rays.
Oklahoma closes the shelter door with a loud thud, encompassing us in darkness. The bright garnet gems glow as he steps out of the shadows, pausing where the smallest amount of light beams through the small window of the door.
His growl awakens the new side of me, and I answer him in return.
Urgency is all that remains between us.
In two strides, we collide. Our snarls echo in the small enclosed space. His fangs cut into my bottom lip. His tongue is there, licking away the blood before I heal.
“I don’t have to hold back with you anymore.” His tongue twists with mine, sucking it into his mouth before letting it go with a soft pop.
“You’ve been holding back?” I ask between ravaging kisses. Our lips are at war, moving against one another in a messy, untamed, animalistic way.
We bite and claw, his nails digging into my back. He rakes them down, my flesh tearing. I cry out, the pain unexpected but not unwelcome.
He shoves me against the wall face first and applies pressure to the back of my head so I can’t move. I don’t dare fight him. I know it’s pointless. He’s much stronger than me, and right now, I want him to take me.
His tongue licks up my back, gathering the blood dripping down my spine. I gasp when he spins me around and lifts the green dress with white flowers all over it; his hand roams up my thigh to my butt, finding I’m not wearing any underwear.
“Nariko,” an appreciative growl escapes him. “This dress has been driving me fucking crazy all morning.” His fingers brush over my pussy, dipping inside to feel how wet I am for him.
He sucks his fingers into his mouth, and the moment he tastes me, my mate becomes feral.
Lifting the dress to my hips, he unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, and tugs his jeans down his hips just enough to release his thick cock.
“This fucking dress,” he sneers, tugging the front down to release my breasts.
He sucks one nipple into his mouth, the sharpness of his fangs threatening pain. He lets the hardened bead go with a soft pop, then moves to the other.
The thin strap of my dress rips when his claw accidentally slices it in half. Oklahoma drags his tongue up my chest, to my neck, and sucks at the mating mark on my neck.
“All mine.” He bites, threatening to sink his fangs into me to take what’s rightfully his. “Tell me.” He thrusts deep and in one stroke he fills me, stretching more than any other man ever has.
I curl my arms around his neck and bury my fingers in his hair, my orgasm already so close, the intensity is so much, it might destroy me like a stake to the heart.
He really has been holding back.
Oklahoma fucks me so hard and fast, no human could ever keep up.
He yanks my head back, revealing my throat for him to feast on. One hand on my thigh, one on my breast, gripping me tight in both places while he rams into me.
“You thought you could wear this and get away with it? Any time you wear a dress, I promise I’ll find a way to lift the skirt and leave you dripping with my come so everyone knows what you did to deserve that. Fucking teasing me with what’s mine and expect me to do nothing?”
“I didn’t—I didn’t know,” I stutter on a broken moan.
“Nariko! Oklahoma! Everyone is here!”
“Damn it. Ruka is calling—” Oklahoma shoves his hand over my mouth to keep me from saying anything else.
“I don’t give a fuck who is here. Let them wait. Let them hear you.”
Using my new strength, I shove him so hard, he soars across the room. His back hits the wall so hard, the concrete cracks, lines spreading across the surface.
Oops.
I forgot my own new strength.
