Captured - Cara Wylde Page 0,38

I knew my brothers were there to stop me. I focused back on the human slut underneath me.

She was screaming and begging. Tears ran down her face, disappearing into her hair, seeping into the pelt she lay on.

“Please… I need to,” she breathed. “Please…”

“You need to… what?”

“Come. I need to come so badly. Oh my God, please! Please Jax!”

I laughed. “No! I will knot you, and you won’t be allowed to cum then either.”

She started crying even harder, and that fueled me. It fueled the beast inside me. I leaned over her and licked the tears off her face. Salty. My fangs extended. I grabbed her jaw and turned her head so as to gain access to her neck and shoulder. I needed a taste. Just one bite. Blood was intoxicating to me. In times of stress, I needed it like I needed air to breathe. I sank my fangs into her neck, and she cried out. I pulled away, licked her wound, then moved over to her shoulder and bit her again. She cried, screamed, and tried to push me away. That wasn’t going to happen. I was much stronger than her. My sharp claws raked her sides, leaving long, bleeding marks on her ribs.

“Jax, please… Oh my God, please.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no…”

Well, that said everything about her. She loved this. She was addicted to what I was doing to her. She was a mess by now – tears, blood, sweat, her juices seeping all around my engorged cock. She was deliciously broken, and she didn’t even want me to stop. It was as if she wanted me to tear her apart. I thrust a few more times, pushing my dick so deep that I felt her cervix.

“Aahhh! Oooh! Oh God!”

“You won’t cum, bitch!”

“Please!”

“No,” I raged as I spilled my seed at the very entrance of her womb. I threw my head back and howled, the feeling of release too much for me to handle. I shot stream after stream of cum inside her, filling her cunt to the brim. She was shaking underneath me, biting so hard at her bottom lip that blood had started to drip down her chin. My knot swelled behind her pelvic bone, and I felt her spasm. “You won’t cum,” I breathed out, spent.

She nodded, crying silently. I sat back up as we remained connected. I ran my hands through my short black hair. My own forehead was covered in sweat. I looked around for a bottle of wine, grabbed the closest one, and drank half of it in one go. I was thirsty and hungry, too. It was as if it hadn’t mattered that I’d just eaten. Her blood had triggered my appetite. I was probably going to go hunting again later. I looked down at her and grinned. She was spread out on the floor, her arms resting up above her head, like she didn’t have any energy to move them. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. I dropped the bottle and reached over to rake my claws from her collarbone to her pelvis. She shuddered but didn’t protest. I left deep scratch marks on her tits, stomach, belly… She looked so sexy like this.

“You’ve been a good girl tonight,” I told her. I found her engorged clit and flicked it. She whimpered. “You tried to escape, though. I’m not sure I can ever forgive you for that.”

“I won’t do it again. I promise, Jax.”

“You do?”

“Y-yes…”

“See, I don’t believe you.” I started circling her clit with my thumb. She moaned loudly, her body arching. She wanted to orgasm so badly. I was considering the benefits of allowing her to. “If I let you cum, will you think of me as merciful?”

“Yes! Oh God, yes!”

I growled. “That doesn’t appeal to me. You should only think of me as cruel, Isabel. Because that’s what I am.”

“I’m sorry…” She was so confused. She didn’t know what to say anymore. She didn’t know what I wanted from her.

I leaned over her and fixed her with my dark gaze. “Okay. I will let you cum, slut. But only if you repeat after me.” I grabbed her left tit and squeezed it as I rubbed her clit fast and hard. “Say: I am your slave forever.”

She pursed her lips. I released her breast and grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her to open her mouth.

“Say it, bitch: I am your slave forever.”

She sighed. She was so close that her body was convulsing, begging for release.