Slade’s POV~
She was moaning now, her head thrown back, resting against my shoulder since I was holding her up.
Her hips were bucking back, meeting my thrusts.
She was taking it.
She was taking everything I gave her.
I pulled out suddenly.
Before she could protest, I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her around.
I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around me instinctively.
I walked us backward until her back hit the tree again.
I didn’t put it back in yet.
I wanted to see her.
Her face was flushed, her lips swollen and red from my cock, her eyes blown wide and glassy.
She looked wrecked.
She looked like she’d been ravaged.
I spat in my hand and coated my cock, then I lined up and drove back into her.
The angle was deeper this time.
I hit her cervix.
She screamed.
“That’s it,” I rasped.
“Scream for me, baby.”
I pounded into her.
The tree shook behind her.
Leaves and dust rained down on us.
My claws were out, and I wasn’t careful.
I raked them down her chest, leaving thin, red welts that welled up with blood.
I leaned down and licked the blood up.
The coppery taste mixed with the salt of her sweat.
It was primal.
It was filthy.
I felt a knot at the base of my cock start to swell.
It was happening fast.
Too fast.
But I wasn’t done marking her.
I pulled out again, ignoring her whimper of protest.
I stroked myself, my hand moving fast and rough over my sensitive head.
“Open your mouth,” I ordered.
She opened, panting, her tongue lolling out.
I aimed my cock at her face.
I stroked it once, twice, and then I came.
The first rope of cum hit her forehead, right between her eyebrows.
It was thick, white, and heavy.
I kept pumping, coating her face.
I shot a line across her cheek, another over her chin.
I painted her with my seed.
I wanted her blinded by it.
I wanted her to smell like me for a week.
I reached down and grabbed her throat again, squeezing just enough to make her swallow.
I smeared the cum on her lips, pushing my thumb into her mouth, making her taste me.
“Swallow it,” I commanded, my voice was low and dangerous.
“Don’t you dare waste a drop.”
She was trembling, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, blood, and my cum.
Her chest was heaving.
I leaned in and bit her shoulder, right where the neck met the collarbone.
I didn’t just nip; I clamped down and tore a small chunk of flesh.
She cried out, her body seizing around nothing, a phantom orgasm ripping through her from the pain and the endorphins.
I pulled back, with blood in my mouth.
I spat it out, then licked the wound.
“You’re marked,” I whispered, staring at the bleeding bite.
“Inside and out.
You belong to my wolf now.”
I held her there, pinned against the tree, my softening cock still inside her, letting the aftershocks ripple through us both.
The forest was silent around us, but inside my head, the wolf was howling.
We were done.
She was ruined.
And she was perfect.
Isla’s POV~
IMy body was running on pure instinct.
I slid down the rough bark of the tree, the friction scraping my back, but it felt good.
My knees hit the dirt, it was cold and wet, but I barely felt it.
All I could see was him.
Slade stood, towering over me.
His chest was heaving, slick with sweat and blood that I knew didn’t belong to him.
But my eyes went straight to his cock.
It was heavy, dark, and angry.
It curved upward, leaking a clear, viscous bead of precum that caught the moonlight.
My wolf was starving.
She wanted to be ruined.
She wanted to be the vessel he poured all that rage into.
As for me?
I wanted an Alpha who would break me and put me back together in his own image.
I reached out.
My hand looked small against his thigh, trembling not from fear, but from the sheer voltage of need.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of him.
He was hot.
Fever hot.
I opened my mouth and took him in.
I didn’t go slow.
I took him as deep as I could, right to the back of my throat.
I gagged suddenly, but I swallowed around it, forcing my throat to relax, to accept him.
“Fuck,” Slade hissed above me.
His hand tangled in my hair, gripping tight, not pushing, just anchoring me.
I bobbed my head, creating a wet, sucking rhythm.
I used my tongue to swirl around his head, tasting the salt of him.
I was obsessed.
I was obsessed with the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, and also like he wanted to eat me alive.
Then, the urge to bite hit me.
I wanted to mark him too.
I wanted him to carry my teeth on his skin.
I clamped my jaws down on the shaft.
I bit hard.
Slade flinched.
I felt his hips jerk forward, shoving him deeper into my throat.
I turned the bite into a firm suction.
I licked the spot I’d nipped, soothing the skin with broad, wet strokes of my tongue.
I showed him I could hurt him, but I chose to worship him instead.
“Isla,” he groaned, the sound was wrecked.
I pulled off, a string of saliva connecting my lip to his tip.
I looked up at him, my eyes watering, my lips swollen and red.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered.
“I want to be your slut, Slade.
Use me.”
He didn’t hesitate.
He grabbed me under the arms and hauled me up like I weighed nothing.
He spun me around and slammed my front against the tree.
The bark bit into my nipples, a sharp sting that made me gasp.
He kicked my legs wider.
I felt the broad head of his cock notch at my entrance.
I was soaking wet, my juices running down my inner thighs, but he was big.
Too big.
He drove into me.
There was no gentleness.
He bottomed out in one brutal stroke, hitting my cervix with a force that made my vision white out.
I screamed.
“Yes!” I cried out, my nails clawing at the wood.
“Harder!”
He gave it to me.
He pounded into me with a rhythm that was pure, unadulterated violence.
The tree shook.
Leaves rained down on us.
The sound of our bodies slapping together was wet, heavy, filled with slapping noises that echoed in the quiet forest.
I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
I wasn’t just taking it; I was taking him.
I wanted to feel him for days.
“You take it so good,” he snarled, his hand wrapping around my throat from behind, squeezing just enough to cut off my air.
“You were made for this cock.”
The pressure in my belly slowly built.
It wasn’t just pleasure; it was pain and ecstasy mixed together until I couldn’t tell them apart.
I felt a knot at the base of his cock start to swell, stretching me, filling me completely.
“I’m going to come,” I choked out.
“Let go,” he ordered.
And I shattered.
My orgasm ripped through me.
I screamed his name, my body seizing up, milking his shaft with spasms so strong they almost hurt.
I saw actual stars behind my eyelids.
My toes curled into the dirt.
I felt like I was dying, and it was the best thing I’d ever felt.
Slade roared behind me, a sound that shook the ground.
I felt him pulse inside me, hot jets of cum flooding my womb, marking me from the inside out.
He emptied everything he had into me, growling low in his chest.
We collapsed against the tree.
He was still inside me, the knot locking us together.
I could feel his heart hammering against my back, heavily but slow.
I turned my head, pressing my cheek against the rough bark, gasping for air.
My lips were bruised, my throat was sore, and I was covered in his cum.
I had never felt more alive.