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He swallows thickly. “Yeah,” he croaks.

“Masen, I need you, now.” His eyes close. I whisper in his ear, “Put your cock in me, Masen. I need to fuck you.” His hands grip my hips. I move from my knees to my feet still hovering above him, so I can lift up enough for him to get inside. His left hand lets go of my hip. He looks between our bodies and reaches down to grab his cock. I watch as he lines us up, and I lower till he’s barely inside me.

He tries to thrust up slowly, but I lift farther, keeping him just inside my opening. He groans and relaxes back to the bed. I circle my hips letting my wetness coat his tip. Without warning, I drop harshly onto him, impaling myself on his shaft. I scream, and he shoots up to sitting on a roar. I’m so worked up, just him being inside me makes me convulse around him. When my muscles relax, I push him back down and take control. I swivel, rock, and circle my hips finding what makes him crazy. When I lean forward and grind, I can feel his base on my clit. When I lean back and brace myself on his thighs his tip rubs my clit on every thrust. Every movement is better than the last. I’m drunk on pleasure. I go back and forth between slow and soft to hard and fast. “Masen, watch my pussy eat you up, take you full.” He looks down between our bodies, and I let him almost fall out before slamming back down.

I’m flipped on my back before I even realize what’s happened. His face is above mine. Jaw tight, his face savage. “Enough,” he barks, “you are MINE! You want to be fucked, Little One? Lift your hands up, now.” I’m trembling from excitement and a little fear. I have pushed him too far, but I loved every minute. I comply with his demand, watching him. He’s still inside me, he hasn’t moved. My arms reach up to nothing, his black gaze looks above me. His smile is beautiful and terrifying. He eases out of me slowly, then he moves to his knees, his hands on either side of me. I get one gentle kiss to my lips, an apology of sorts. I know I’m about to get what I asked for. I just don’t know if it’ll be more than I bargained for. “Love you, baby. Need you,” he says before he strikes. I yell as he slams me up the bed, oh my God. Holy shit, my hand can feel one of the posters of the bed. “Grab ahold, do not let go!” he commands.

Masen fucks me so hard, so deep he hits my cervix with each thrust, it’s a perfect agony. I can’t tell if I had one long orgasm or multiple. It’s so much I’m almost in tears. “Masen, please,” My voice not even a whisper, I beg. For more, for less, for him to stop, for him to never stop, I have no clue my brain is a fog and he is all I know.

“You will come again when I’m ready. You understand?” I nod my head, my voice is hoarse from screaming, my arms are so tired. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a week. Unbelievably, his pace speeds up and becomes erratic. “Squeeze me now, come all over my cock, knowing I’m the only one who does the fucking!” I do, his harsh words fueling my climax.

Masen’s demeanor changes immediately. He lovingly caresses my body. When he pulls out, I whimper. I loved every minute, but I am not ready to toy with Masen Black. He taught me a lesson. I curl on my side and know I’ll need to shift later to heal my aching body, but right now, I need sleep. “I’m sorry, baby, so sorry. I got so carried away,” he says regrettably. “Are you okay, Little One?” he whispers.

I just nod my head. My emotions are just as out of whack as my body. He gave me exactly what I wanted. I enjoyed it more than I can say, but I want to cry. I think I was trying to prove to myself that I could be what Roxanne said I couldn’t. I thought I was in control even when I knew I really wasn’t. Now that it is over, I miss my sweet, bossy man. I want him to love me, not fuck me. I’m a mess. I give in to sleep before he feels more of my crazy emotions that I can’t seem to control.

CHAPTER 20

Masen

For the past three hours,I’ve watched her sleep. Never once closing my eyes longer than to blink, I haven’t left her side. She’s still curled up and away from me. I haven’t touched her since she whined and rolled away from me. I don’t deserve to.

I knew what she was doing. I knew what happened this morning with Roxanne fueled her need to have me. I know she wanted me. We will always want each other, it’s part of being Mates.

I should have stopped it, should have never let that happen when it wasn’t about just us. If I didn’t stop it, I should have at least let her think she was in control. I can’t believe the way I treated her. Oh God, the way she felt after I used her. Did she feel like that the whole time? Was I just too caught up in myself to realize it was way too much, way too soon? She was a virgin for fuck’s sake days ago, and I fucked her like a man possessed.

What will she think of me when she wakes up? Will she ever trust me again with her body? Part of the reason I haven’t left is I’m afraid, afraid she’ll wake up and run from me because of the monstrous way I treated her. I can’t believe I hurt her physically, her little body bears the bruising of my brutality. The hip I can see has a large purple welt surrounded by many small bruises from my fingers. Her ankle is collared in purple from me holding her leg up. A tiny drop of blood sits on the corner of her mouth from me biting her lip. I don’t want to see the evidence of what I’ve done, but I can’t look away.

Should I call someone? We have a doctor in the pack, quite a few nurses. Why hasn’t she woken up? My mind is running in circles.

Our bond is strengthening. Before she fell asleep, I not only felt her emotions, I could see them. I’ve never heard of anything like this happening, but I could feel her physical pain, her confusion at enjoying what I did to her even when I hurt her. I felt her sadness over what she thinks she lost. She thinks I’ll forever be the beast, that she ruined what she had by pushing me. She blames herself for my inability to control myself. She thinks that’s what I need to be fulfilled. I’ll prove to her how wrong she is.

I saw myself through her eyes, I saw the caring but bossy lover with a dirty mouth she loves to listen to. She thinks she lost him. I also saw the beast that can do things to her body that she doesn’t understand, but she doesn’t feel the love from him, only his need. Even then, she was concerned for me, she didn’t want me to know her heart ached with loss, that her little body throbbed with injuries that I caused.

Before she passed out, I saw a wolf, not hers because it was a white wolf and they’ve been gone for hundreds of years but a wolf all the same. She knows she needs help healing from my damage. “I need to heal,” was her last thought. Our connection is much stronger than anything I knew possible. I can’t imagine what will happen when we complete our union. Will I be able to hear all her thoughts? Will she hear mine?

Her eyelids flutter but don’t open. Her body curls tighter, making a small ball in my bed. Her knees almost touching her nose. Her hands curve protectively over the top of her legs. Using one finger, I gently stroke her cheek. Her eyes pop open, and she gasps, followed by a long groan. Immediately, I feel her pain. She pulls in a breath through her teeth and prepares to move her body. Her arms feel like they weigh a thousand pounds. Overused from holding the pole to protect herself from my assault. Her legs have cramps in her thighs and calves. The worst of her physical pain is her belly aches with a low, angry throb from my callous thrust. Her beautiful lips and the bruising not even registering. I know when she recalls every moment. She coughs on a sob she tries to hide.

Oh God, how could I do this? She pulls herself together and turns, looking for me. “Masen,” her voice grates out. She smiles then grimaces when her lip splits more. Licking the fresh blood away, she tries to sound cheerful. “Hey, Masen, my wolf needs a run. Can you go start the shower for me? I need to stretch a bit.” She lies. She doesn’t want me to see her stagger from the bed. “Did you want to run with me?” she asks then quickly adds, “It’s okay now, right? Since we’re Marked, he’ll be okay? I don’t think I’m ready for another round.” She tries to laugh.

“Sophia, stop, please.” Regret clear in my voice. She looks over my shoulder trying to figure out how to act. “I know,” I say quietly. She won’t look at me, she thinks I’m disappointed in her. I want to hold her so bad, but I’m afraid to touch her. “Look at me, Little One.” She does reluctantly after swallowing thickly. “I should have never let that happen, not when I knew it wasn’t about just us,” I say seriously, not wanting to bring Roxanne’s name into the discussion. I know she’ll understand what I mean. “I should have controlled myself. I made a mistake and went way too far. I know I hurt you in more ways than one.” Jesus, her eyes tell me everything our bond is already saying. She still thinks it’s her fault, that she should have listened to my warnings. Her body hurts, but that doesn’t concern her, she’s had worse. At that thought, I want to murder every motherfucker that ever touched her, including myself.

What bothers her most is how I treated her. I didn’t love her, that’s what she thinks anyway. She doesn’t understand that when time passes, and she comes to know her body better and trust me more she’ll love the things we’ll do to each other. She’ll know every touch I deliver to her comes from love. I wasn’t mad at her or angry, It was just too much, too soon for us to play that hard. Regardless, I was too rough. Her little body should never look like a road map of my lust.

“Listen, baby. I know what you’re thinking. I can literally hear your thoughts. None if this is your fault! That’s not what I need when we make love, things got out of hand. I took things too far, too soon. I love you and believe me, I was much more satisfied the other times we’ve made love.” At that, her face crumples, now she really thinks she is a disappointment. “No, no. Fuck, everything I say comes out wrong. That’s not what I meant. Of course, I enjoyed it, but I love it when you enjoy it. You understand? I felt how you felt afterward, and that wasn’t good.” I rub my head vigorously and clear my throat. “When you’re ready, I’ll show you I can and will still make love to you, that I love taking care of you.”

Her eyes widen, she looks appalled. She thinks I want her right now. “Good God, not right now, fuck me. I think I’ve lost the ability to speak like a normal person and convey my thoughts rationally.” I shake my head. I need her to shift. I can’t keep looking at my damage to her body. I need her to understand now that I can fix this. “I fucked up. I’m sorry. I love you. I will continue to love you. I will never hurt you physically, again. I am a fucking asshole. Everything is the same, eventually, you will see I wasn’t rough because I didn’t love you. I was so rough because I love you so much. I know that’s hard to understand because all of this is so new to you. It’s true. I promise. Now, I need you to shift. I can’t keep looking at you.” Her face pinches, she’s trying not to cry. What? Has she been listening? She seems to be understanding what I was saying. Where did I go wrong? I slam my palms to my face. “I can’t keep looking at the damage I’ve caused your body, Little One. I love looking at you!” I rush to say. I’m such a fucking idiot.

Finally, she starts looking at me. “Masen.” When she says my name, it never fails to make my whole body light up. Her sweet southern drawl rounding out the sounds like honey.

“Yeah, baby?” My voice is thick.

“I can’t let you take all the blame, so stop. I was being childish. I thought I was ready for… that, and obviously, I’m not.” She shakes her head. “Now that I’m awake and we’ve talked, I get it. And Masen, I know you weren’t trying to hurt me. So, quit torturing yourself. I was the one trying to prove a point to someone who has no business in our lives, let alone our bedroom.” Her voice is quiet. She’s embarrassed. I’m in awe of her eloquence and her generous nature.

I’m one lucky fucker. “I love you, Sophia.” It’s all I have to offer right now, but because she is who she is, it’s more than enough. Her smile is genuine if not a little pained from her re-split lip.

“I love you, too, Masen.”

“Now, let’s get you shifted. I want to do it here. I’ll let you outside and shift when I get out. Don’t worry about the bed. I’ll take care of it.”

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