hips as he helps, lifting and yanking me back down, until I finally bottom out on his cock. I feel so fucking full and stretched, almost to the point of pain. I can’t sit still. I start to roll my hips before propping my hands on his chest, riding him.
He watches me like he can’t bear to look away as he lets me use him. My head drops, and I lean back, placing my hands on his thighs, creating a long line with my body. Then I drag my bloodied fingers down my chest, playing with my nipples before sliding them down my belly and rubbing my clit. My cream drips down his cock and balls as I lift and drop. “Shit, amore.” He tries not to move, but he’s thrusting into me gently, so I pick up speed. I want hard and fast, to see him lose control and make his power slip.
To see his true face.
Digging my nails into his thighs, I feel them cut into his skin, and he cries out and thrusts up, jiggling me on his cock before, with a snarl, he flips us. Laughter escapes my lips, but it ends in a groan at the new angle, at how deep he’s hitting me as he lifts my hips and slams into me. Locking my legs around him, I scrape my claws along his back, cutting him to shreds. He doesn’t stop, in fact, it spurs him on.
Praises leave his lips as I slice him, blood pouring down us both as he slams into me again and again while the sun starts to rise around us as we fuck. The windows fog, and the car moves with his powerful thrusts.
“Yes!” I groan against his lips as I lift my head and slam my lips to his, devouring his mouth like the animals we are.
I feel my animals pushing to the surface, wanting to change and be taken like this, but I shove them away. This is him and me, nothing more. They protest and swipe at my insides, and I groan in pain, making my pussy clench. He snarls and drives into me again and again. His hand snakes between us as I scratch and cut his back, and without warning, he spanks my clit repeatedly. Not teasing little taps, but huge, massive slaps. The pain sends me over the edge. I scream my release, cutting his back to shreds, and with one last thrust, his head falls back and a howl of pleasure flows from his lips as I feel his release splash inside of me.
I can’t look away as his face flickers. I see black hair, black eyes, and stubble before it flickers to ginger and back again, only giving me glimpses of the man underneath the skin he wears, and then it stops, settling on that ginger man as his eyes open. He breathes heavily, his head tilted down as those black orbs lock on me.
Both of us are hurt, panting, and exhausted. He falls onto me, and I wrap my arms around him as my eyes close. My nails turn back to normal as I feel his back stitching together under my fingers. A smile curves my lips. We have stuff to do. I shouldn’t let myself be this vulnerable or weak with him, yet I can’t help but fall asleep, wrapped up in him.
What’s happening to me?
KHALID
I wake before my little amore does. She’s curled in my arms, looking serene and purring slightly. Her long lashes brush across her cheeks. Her head is on my chest, her arms are over mine, and our legs are tangled together. The sun is streaming in and highlighting her beautiful skin, giving her an otherworldly glow.
For once, her guard is down. No worry or anger mar her features, and she’s not ready to pounce on anyone at a moment’s notice. This is what I imagine she would be like if the pack had kept her, if she had a normal life…but I can’t change the past, and the woman currently in my arms is perfect the way she is. For me at least. Her anger matches mine, and her lust and need for blood means she can handle me. Maybe this was how it was always supposed to be.
She can endure me, go toe-to-toe with me, and when she does… Fuck. It makes me hard as hell. Her defiance, her brattiness mixed in with the badass bitch hunter. I love every single fucking inch