SLADE’S POV~
I stopped breathing.
The air in my lungs turned to ash.
I was still high on violence, the adrenaline from tearing those three rogues apart still singing in my veins.
My hands were slick with blood that wasn’t mine.
It was warm and sticky, drying on my knuckles.
My wolf wasn’t screaming.
Mine.
Fuck her.
Breed her.
He was demanding that.
Isla turned slowly.
She didn’t flinch.
She didn’t back away.
Any sane human would have run when they saw me like this, chest heaving, eyes probably blown out black, covered in gore.
But she just looked at me.
Fuck.
My cock went hard instantly.
It was painful.
A heavy, throbbing ache that pulled at my hips.
My claws extended before I could stop them, sharp tips piercing the pads of my fingers.
Blood dripped from my knuckles where the claws broke the skin, mixing with the rogues’ blood on my hands.
I remembered the time I almost hurt her.
I remembered the fear in her eyes then.
I swallowed hard, my throat clicking.
I knew I had to be careful.
She was breakable.
But I didn’t want to be careful.
I wanted to devour her.
I wanted to fuck her until she was screaming my name, until she was ruined for anyone else, until she was mine in every way that mattered.
Run, I thought at her.
Why the hell are you not running?
Before my brain could try to catch up, my body moved on instinct.
My hand shot out.
I wrapped my fingers around her throat.
It was gentle at first, then I slammed her back against the rough bark of the nearest tree.
The sound of her body hitting the wood was a dull thud.
I didn’t mean to be rough, but the beast didn’t know his own strength.
My other hand flew to the back of her head, cupping it so she didn’t hit the wood too hard and break open her skull.
“Isla,” I growled.
The sound came from deep in my chest, more animal than man.
I could feel her pulse hammering against my palm.
It was fast.
Too fast.
She was terrified now.
I could see it in those wide, pretty brown eyes staring right at me.
Then I breathed in.
Fuck.
I smelled it.
She was wet.
Not just a little wet.
She was soaking.
I could smell her arousal cutting through the tang of the forest and the copper stink of blood.
It was sweet, heavy, and musky.
It hit me in the face like I had been thrown a punch.
I needed to be sure.
I needed to know I wasn’t hallucinating.
I needed to know she wasn’t just scared, that she actually wanted this.
That she consented to the monster in front of her.
I leaned in.
I moved slowly, like I was approaching a wounded deer.
I dragged my nose up the column of her throat, inhaling her scent right from the source.
My bloody hands left red streaks across her collarbone.
I was marking her.
I couldn’t help it.
When I reached her jaw, I didn’t stop.
I buried my face in her neck and breathed her in.
She smelled like rain and heat.
Then my mouth found her nipple.
I took the hard peak between my teeth and bit down.
Hard.
I knew exactly how much pressure to use to make her see stars without breaking the skin.
Her head slammed back against the tree again.
My hand was still there, cushioning the impact.
“Ah!”
She moaned.
That sound.
That fucking broken sound.
It went straight to my cock.
My wolf roared in my head, a sound of pure victory.
She wants us.
She wants the beast.
Isla rolled her hips.
She pressed her pelvis against mine.
I could feel the heat of her pussy through my jeans.
She was grinding on me, seeking friction.
Her breasts were flushed red, the nipples hard points begging for more.
I looked down.
Her skin was pale against the dark bark, but her nipples were a deep, dusky pink.
Her pussy was bare, completely naked.
I could see the glisten of her wetness on her inner thighs.
She wasn’t fighting me.
She was feeding me.
“Slade,” she whispered.
Or maybe she gasped it.
I didn’t care.
I needed to hear her say it.
I needed to know she understood what I was.
“Be my toy,” I rasped, the words scraping my throat.
“Please.
Let us be each other’s toy.
I need to fuck you.
Breed you, Isla.
Do you understand?”
I waited.
My heart was hammering against my ribs.
If she said no, I would stop.
I would walk away and bleed out somewhere far from her.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Yes, Slade.”
The relief hit me harder than the adrenaline.
I didn’t wait.
I grabbed her hips and lifted her.
She wrapped her legs around my waist instantly.
I could feel the heat of her cunt against my stomach.
I undid my jeans with one hand, shoving them down just enough to free my cock.
It was already throbbing, purple, and leaking precum.
It looked monstrous against her pale skin.
“Open,” I ordered.
She opened her mouth.
I didn’t go slow.
I thrust forward, burying myself deep in her throat.
I hit the back of her throat immediately.
I felt her gag, her muscles spasming around me.
It was tight.
Hot.
Wet.
I pulled back almost all the way, then slammed forward again.
I set a brutal pace.
I wasn’t making love to her mouth.
I was fucking it.
I was using it to relieve the pressure building in my balls for weeks.
“Look at me,” I growled when I pulled back.
Her eyes were watering, her lips red and swollen.
She looked wrecked.
She looked perfect.
I thrust deep again, feeling her throat convulse around the head of my cock.
I could feel the vibration of her moans against my shaft.
“You take me so well,” I grunted.
“Such a good girl.”
I reached down and pinched her nipple hard, twisting it.
She moaned around my cock, the vibration sending a jolt of electricity up my spine.
It was heavy and thick.
I wasn’t going to last long.
Not with her smelling like this.
Not with her throat milking me.
“I’m going to fill you,” I warned her, my voice guttural.
“Swallow it.
Don’t waste a drop.”
I felt her tense.
She nodded slightly, her eyes locked on mine.
I drove into her one last time, burying myself to the hilt.
My balls tightened.
I exploded.
The first rope of cum hit the back of her throat.
I kept pumping, emptying everything I had into her.
It was thick, hot, and endless.
I could feel her swallowing, her throat working to take it all.
I stayed there, buried deep, panting.
My hands were still on her throat and her hip, holding her in place.
I could feel my pulse hammering in my cock, even after I was done.
I pulled out slowly.
A string of saliva and cum connected my tip to her lip.
I wiped it away with my thumb and smeared it across her bottom lip.
She looked up at me, her chest heaving, her lips bruised.
“You’re mine now,” I whispered, leaning down to bite her shoulder, right over the mating mark I hadn’t given her yet.
“There’s no going back.”
I didn’t give her time to catch her breath.
I didn’t give myself time to think either.
It would never be enough.
The beast inside me was pacing, clawing at my ribs, demanding to be let out to play.
I grabbed her hair, not gently this time.
I fisted a handful of the dark strands and yanked her head back, exposing that long, pale throat.
She gasped, her hands flying up to grip my forearms, her nails digging in.
She didn’t push me away.
She held on.
“Turn around,” I snarled, the words barely human.
I didn’t wait for her to obey.
I spun her around and slammed her chest against the rough bark of the pine tree.
The impact was hard enough to knock the wind out of her.
I kicked her legs apart with my boot, forcing her to widen her stance.
She was naked.
Vulnerable.
Mine.
I looked at her ass, pale and round, trembling slightly.
The sight of it made my vision blur.
I could smell her again, that heavy, musky scent of arousal mixed with the sharp tang of pine needles and the metallic rot of blood on my clothes.
It was a drug.
I was high on it.
I undid my jeans, shoving them down to my thighs.
My cock was still hard, aching, heavy with the need to breed.
I didn’t lubricate her.
I didn’t care if she was ready.
I knew she was wet, I could see the slickness coating her inner thighs, glistening in the moonlight.
I lined up and drove into her in one brutal, fluid motion.
The sound she made was a strangled cry, half-pain, half-pleasure.
I bottomed out immediately, my hips hitting her ass with a wet slap.
She was tight, so tight it felt like a fist squeezing me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back.
I didn’t move slowly.
I pulled back and slammed forward again.
I set a rhythm that was nothing but violence.
I was fucking her like an animal, like I was trying to break her in half.
The friction was incredible.
I could feel every ridge of her inside, the heat of her burning me.
I reached around, my bloody hands grabbing her breasts.
I squeezed them hard, bruisingly, pinching the nipples until they were hard, red points.
I wanted to hurt her.
I wanted her to feel me for days.
“You take me so good,” I growled in her ear, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin below her earlobe.
“You’re made for this.
Made for us.”