Page 45 of Tortured Beasts


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“Do you want to come?” I snapped, annoyed.

“At this point I’ve dried up,” she retorted, as she swung for me.

“I doubt that Hellcat,” I chuckled, grabbing her other hand, holding them down with one hand as I grew another vine to wrap around her wrists several times keeping her arms taut above her. I took her breast into my mouth while I lined myself up to her, sinking myself slowly in her.

“I hate you.” She closed her eyes as she shuddered.

“I hate you, too,” I attempted to growl, but a groan escaped my lips with her nipple in my mouth.

I looked up at her face full of pleasure, grabbing her throat to cut off her airway slightly as I hitched one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle that had her panting harder.

“You want to come like a good little whore?” I snarled, getting lost in our bodies, making obscene noises.

“Please,” she whispered, thrashing her head side to side.

“Please what?” I snapped, the need to release myself in her was overwhelming.

“Please, Alpha,” she whined, closing her eyes.

“Open those eyes, Hellcat and look at me when I make you come.” I grabbed her chin. Once we locked eyes she cried out, tightening around me igniting my own release. I leaned forward until our chests were flushed together, pumping my hips, fixating on her neck as my canines lengthened, my wolf urging me to mate with her. I growled at my never-ending release, nuzzling into her neck. It took everything I had not to sink my teeth into her, branding her as mine. This constant back and forth inside of me was threatening to consume me.

When my mouth opened on its own. I wretched myself away, fighting my wolf for dominance. We wanted different things but I couldn’t let that happen. Katarina was laid out beautifully, flushed from our sex, making her look even more enticing. I needed to leave before my wolf took over.

Goddess, I wanted her. I wanted her more than I wanted to break the spell.

She was not our mate, she couldn’t be, the goddess wouldn’t be so cruel to have me mated to my enemy. As I got up and walked away from her, all I could think of was this was my penance for not loving Vivienne like I should have.

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KATARINA

Zev and I were explosive. We were dynamite that was too close to fire, and it was only a matter of time before we exploded leaving nothing in our wake. The jury was still out if it was a good explosion or one that destroyed us both and everyone around us.

I already had one failed relationship, being around all of them made me nervous that another one was just around the corner. It was either that, or I died.

Zev, the pain in my ass, made me come so hard that it felt like I was on the edge of passing out. He thrusted into me wildly, like he was fucking me into submission. After we came, he lingered on top of me, and all I wanted to do was cuddle against this brute of a man.

I didn’t expect him to just get up, stare at me for a moment and leave me, without saying a word. My post-coital bliss was interrupted so abruptly that I just watched him leave without saying anything at all.

“Zev,” I called out to him, hoping he was just messing with me.

Pulling on the restraints he left me in, I realized this asshole had wrapped my wrists in two vines. I didn’t know what time it was but after the chase and the sex, the clock hadn’t chimed, or at least I didn’t think it had.

“Zev! You fucker, you better come back and release me.” I pulled the vines again as hard as I could before the pain was too much.

I took a deep breath to keep my panic at bay, but it felt like it was creeping up, about to overcome me. My mind was racing with endless possibilities, hoping that I wouldn’t have to suffer dying naked just to get free.

The forest was quiet, the chill of the fall finally caught up to me now that I was just laying here. I rolled over on to my stomach seeing that I was on moss—and that’s why my back didn’t hurt while he fucked me—the vines were also coming out of the ground. I shimmied myself on my knees ready to pull again.

“What are you doing out here?”

Lucien’s voice made me blush fiercely at the position he found me in.

“Can you help me, please,” I asked, not wanting to get into why the hell I was out here naked and tied up.

Lucien’s eyebrows were furrowed in anger as he untied me. Bringing my arms down made me wince from being in several different positions for so long. I rubbed my wrist to massage the pain away, afraid to look in Lucien’s eyes.

The anger in my chest was emanating and I didn’t know if it was directed at me, the situation he found me in, or maybe his boiling point had surfaced. As much as I wanted to figure out why he was so upset, my own anger surfaced. He had been pulling away since the attack, making me feel like I was at fault.

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