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He was holding back.
For some reason though, he didn’t press his advantage. Over and over, they came at each other—nip and tuck—until both were gasping for air, although she did note that she seemed more winded than him.
It pissed her off.
Winter shifted her attack, launching herself at Campbell and wrapping her arm around his neck in a choke hold, using all of her weight to render him unconscious, but Campbell was far too well-trained. He hurled himself forward and to the right, breaking her hold, and they rolled free of each other. Winter tried to lash out with her foot to deliver a kick to his back but missed and the blow glanced off his shoulder. He grasped the calf of her leg and twisted, flipping her onto her belly.
“I did warn you, mate,” he said reaching behind him to remove his knife from his back pocket and cutting away her remaining clothes as she squirmed beneath him, so that once again she found herself naked.
Before she could react, he grasped her hips, dragging her up onto her knees and back towards him. Campbell opened his fly, allowing his engorged cock to spring free and angled it so that he could impale her. The head of his cock paused for a fraction of a moment before it parted her labia, and he began to sink into her.
Winter should have screamed, should have fought him, but instead her body seemed to recognize its master and surrendered. He entered her slowly, drawing back a fraction before pressing forward again in a relentless need to possess her. She moaned and pushed back in order to take him more fully. The feeling of Campbell penetrating her for the first time was exquisite beyond measure. He filled her completely, and she reveled in his possession.
Campbell dragged himself backwards until only the flared head of his cock remained inside her before driving deep inside, not brutally, but with enough force that her pussy had no choice but to accommodate him as she climaxed just from the action of being mounted by him.
Wrapping one arm around her middle and grasping her shoulder with his other hand, Campbell had her trapped so that he could use her as he pleased. He began thrusting in and out, ensuring that he supported her so that Winter didn’t collapse from the onslaught of his passion. Instead of feeling weak and taken advantage of, she felt strong, as though she had finally found the mate she needed. The predatory snow leopard within responded to his primitive claiming, acknowledging his right to mate with her in the same primal way as all of their ancestors.
Campbell surged in and out with a ruthless, feral rhythm that gave her no respite. Her fingers opened and closed, grasping at the fine oriental carpet on which he fucked her. She tried to locate some small semblance of control but could find none. Campbell, it seemed, had no intention of ceding any of it to her. He pounded into her with ferocious abandon; it was a new experience for her. Never before had a man fucked her without ensuring she was getting what she needed. Campbell seemed to understand what she needed was a partner who understood that only in forcing her to submit could she experience the true rapture to be found in having your mate claim you as his.
Winter had always prided herself on never truly surrendering herself to the inherent need to feel as one with another soul. She had always been able to remain in control, but being claimed by her fated mate was another thing entirely. He fucked her hard and possessively, allowing her to revel in the way he grunted and groaned from behind her as she cried out his name over and over again, losing herself to the ecstasy she found as he forced her to climax repeatedly.
Holding her in place, Campbell refused to allow her to move with him. There could be no doubt in her mind that she was the one being fucked, and he was the one doing the fucking. Over and over, he thrust in and out, finding her sweet spot and drawing his cock across it until she was spent, collapsing in his hands as pleasure surged through her, ensuring her complete and utter exhaustion, and still he stroked her with ruthless abandon.
Her body began to climb towards the pinnacle of rapture again as he leaned over her back, holding her hard against his body as he slammed into her. Campbell nuzzled her neck, parting her hair with his nose so it hung down in front of her shoulders.
“No, Campbell, don’t!” she pleaded.
“Aye, Winter, you are mine,” he growled as he thrust harder and deeper until she cried out in complete and utter submission and he sank his fangs into the nape of her neck, biting down savagely as she yowled.
Campbell loosened the hold on her neck, but only for a moment before he bit down even more violently. This time she didn’t scream. She had neither the willpower nor the strength to do so. She merely collapsed into his hold, too exhausted to do anything else as he began to pump his seed deep inside her.
Her pussy spasmed all along his length, encouraging him to fill her with his cum. He continued to thrust, until he spurted all of himself into her and her cunt milked him dry. Finally, when he was done, he withdrew from her before scooping her up and walking toward the bed. Winter struggled briefly and not very effectively before he placed her on the bed, spooning up against her, one arm wrapped like a vice around her midsection and the other coming up around her neck as he wedged one of his thighs between hers and trapped her leg beneath it.
She wanted to fight. No, not that. She had failed when she tried to fight him. She tried to move away, but he had her as trapped and bound to him as if he’d wrapped her in chains. Winter could do nothing more than lie back against him, taking comfort in the gentle purring she could both hear and feel. The bonding link was now complete.
Never before had she experienced such ecstasy or devastation.
He’d claimed her as his mate—fully and completely. She’d never thought she would be claimed, not by anyone and most assuredly not by Campbell. But he had. He’d been a man of his word and overpowered her and then done as he’d warned her. She couldn’t blame him for that; she had agreed to his terms, but only because she’d never believed he could defeat her.
And yet he had. Now what?
The repercussions swirled in her mind like the maelstrom of a shift. What would happen now—to her? To her clowder? To the fight that she knew was coming? Had Campbell been so isolated in his castle in the cliffs, high above the clouds, that he didn’t know what was happening? Did that matter? Would Colby still stand at her side even though she had been claimed? Would he kill Campbell if she wanted him to? Did she even want him to?
She shook her head, trying to clear it, and could feel the soothing presence of her mate behind her as he purred in his sleep to her. There was no way Campbell was going to allow her to remain at Windsong, much less as Colby’s beta. So, then what? She’d never be able to outrun or elude him. Even if she did, she would not be able to return to Windsong—Campbell would only come again to press his claim and this time he might not be willing to overlook Colby’s support. She could already feel the strength of the bonding link and it would only grow stronger with time.
Even now her body had betrayed her, succumbing to its biological imperative to be joined with her fated mate. Her snow leopard already called out for his. Just because she could feel the changes that had been wrought by his claiming—acknowledged that they existed—it didn’t mean she had to like it or accept it.
Campbell had relaxed as sleep and satiation had overtaken him. She removed his arms from her, extracting her leg as she sat up on the side of the bed.
“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” he growled lazily.
“I’m going for a run. I need some air.”
She walked to the balcony and opened the French door, allowing the cold wind to rush over her, cooling her body but doing nothing for the fire in her blood. She heard him roll up off the bed, coming to stand behind her.
“It’s cold out there, lass. Come back to bed, and I’ll keep you warm.”
“No. There’s a war coming, you know. It’ll be confined at first just to the shifters. If we don’t draw a line in the sand and defeat the Shadow League here, it will spread like a plague across the globe, and the Shadow League and their masters will destroy civilization—human and shifter alike. They’ll plunge all of us back down so far into the dark, we may never see the light again. You’re either one of us, or you’re with them. You have to choose, Campbell. If you choose wrong, it’ll bemydagger that cuts your heart out.”
