wildness. His growl vibrates through me, but instead of jerking me away, he presses against me harder. His hard cock digs into my belly, the heat of it making my entire body flush. My hips jerk forward, grinding into him, and he drops my wrists to reach down and cup my ass instead. Releasing his skin from my teeth, I snarl at him as he pulls me up and settles himself between my thighs, demanding I wrap my legs around his taut torso.
He answers my half-assed objection with a nip to the neck as his other hand pinches my nipple hard, as though he expects it to bring me to heel. My moan turns into a growl, and I try to push him away from me, needing more fight with the fucking. I need so much more if I’m going to purge myself of the onslaught of anger still pumping through my veins.
“Mmmmm,” he rumbles with approval, and then his hand is on my throat, pinning me to the rock wall of the cave, a silent promise in his eyes that he can handle whatever I’m going to throw his way.
Good. Because I can’t hold back. I don’t want to.
I whimper with need as his hold tightens around my neck, and I reach down and fist his cock, squeezing as hard as I can. My eyes light up when he groans, the noise traveling from his chest to mine. But it’s not enough. I want to feel that groan with his cock buried deep inside of me.
Needy and impatient, I line him up and grind against him, working the tip of his dick shallowly in and out of me, fueling both of our desires. He keeps his hips back, watching me work over his length, not driving into me the way I’m practically begging for. But the growl of irritation I let out is suddenly swallowed when his mouth crashes against mine. His kiss is bruising and punishing in all the right ways. His full lips consume me, his tongue searching and plundering just like I wish his fat cock would right now.
I roll my body against him, arms locking around his neck, each movement a silent plea for more. If we were in wolf form right now, I’d be licking his muzzle and offering him a ready cunt, whining and arching until the brute took me the way his animal instincts would be driving him to. I bite his lip, drawing blood as I rake my nails up his back, needing him closer. He doesn’t so much as flinch at the brutal contact, just simply smiles and deepens the kiss even more. His blood, lips, and tongue are like a heady aphrodisiac that has me panting, my entire body thrumming with lust.
His voice rumbles. “What do you want? Tell me.”
I thread my fingers into his long dark brown hair, pulling his head back viciously and scraping my teeth up the line of his neck. I nip at his chin, and then I stare him right in the eyes. “Fuck me!” I command, teeth snapping. “Fuck the rage out of me. Make me scream until I can see past the need for blood. Make it hard. Make it fast. Make me not think about killing anything.”
Raw lust flashes in his tawny gaze, and then without a word, he slams into me. My scream of relief and desire crashes around us. He grinds deeply just once, and then holds himself there, as though this is all the time he’s going to give me to adjust to his size. Then slowly, deliciously, maddeningly, he pulls out, just to shove roughly back inside of me again.
My head falls back in bliss as all pretense of teasing and languid passion goes right out the window. He thrusts into me so hard, with piston-like strength slamming in and out of me. I’m fucked so roughly and thoroughly, that all I can think about and feel is what he’s doing to my body.
With his blood still on my tongue, I nip at his ear, moaning as he rides me hard, exactly like I need. The rock of the wall he’s fucking me against bruises the very bones of my back, but I need the pain and the passion to drown out the heat of my rage. I close my eyes, lost to the sensations of his cock as it moves in and out of me, our skin slapping and pounding against one another while our moans