Rabid (Kingdom of Wolves #6) - Ivy Asher Page 0,52

and growls paint the walls of the cave.

“Harder,” I demand, nails digging into his back. Just when I think his pace can’t get any more barbarous and perfect, he kicks it into a whole other gear.

“Look at me.”

My eyes immediately snap open and fix on his as he shows me just what he’s capable of. He’s strong and fast and drives all thoughts of fury and vengeance right out of my head, my rabid need replaced with pure, dirty, rough fucking.

I moan in vicious satisfaction, his eyes filled with fire and the promise of so much more. It’s as though his gaze is burying itself as deep inside of me as his cock is, tearing away my wild.

When I stare at him as though he’s some sort of lifeline, he doesn’t shy away from the raw connection. I open up my own expression, showing him just how good he feels, how badly I needed this. The muscles in his neck tighten, and I know, just like me, he’s on the verge of crashing into a massive and all-consuming orgasm. I pull his lips to mine, wanting to drink down his moans and taste the pleasure of his release on my tongue.

Tingles wash through my every limb, heat coalescing at my core, and I yank at his hair, suck on his tongue, taking him—taking it all. Our heady pheromones fill the air, only accompanied by the dirty noises our bodies work in tandem to create. Rocks cut into my back, my nails draw new bloodied lines down him, and I need…

He breaks our kiss, pounding into me with such force I’m sure he just might break me in half.

Once.

Twice.

Three times, before he roars his release and buries himself as deeply inside of me as he can go. My orgasm rips through me just as unforgiving and unrestrained. I throw my head back to ride the delicious warmth and pleasure that pulses through me, and he pins me in place with his sharp teeth against my shoulder, and then bites. Hard.

I scream, reveling in the pain that heightens my pleasure, and look over to see his mouth is half-shifted. Sharp wolf canines pierce my flesh, blood dripping down from the wounds. I watch, vision steeped in lust, as he licks the crimson trails from my skin, his cock still seated deep inside of me.

For one prolonged moment, he stays there, until his mouth morphs back into full lips and gleaming teeth. He licks at the place he ravaged, and even though I hiss in pain, a shock of heat emanates from the move too, lining it with an edge of exquisite, sharp pleasure.

He kisses up my neck and nips at my lobe, and a full-body shudder travels through me, my core clamping down on his still hard length. He groans at the sensation, and my own body responds in kind, but then…

Reality starts to set in. And all of that delicious satisfaction, the carnal bliss, it just freezes up inside of me, turning my languid heat into ice.

Oh, shit...

“You claimed me.” It’s a whisper spoken against his ear, but I’m looking into the darkness of the cave, feeling that same darkness begin to yawn open in me. What the hell did I just do?

“Yep.”

My attention jerks to his cocky expression. “You were just supposed to fuck me, not claim me!” Panic seeps through me, stemming from the wound now throbbing in my shoulder.

Brown eyes harden, as abrasive as the wall I’m still pinned to. “It’s the claiming hunt, and you ran,” he says with zero sympathy. “I proved myself and won over your wolf. She submitted to me, and so did you.” He thrusts his hips forward, making me gasp as he seems to grow, to harden. “You were fucking begging for it.”

It wouldn’t matter if I didn’t hear the arrogance in his tone, because I can feel it, pulling from those horrible punctures in my shoulder, tiny strands of thread that seem to lead from me to him.

Claimed. Claimed by a male whose name I don’t even know. Shoved into a ruthless, backwoods pack.

“I don’t want to be claimed by you. I don’t want to have anything to do with Ruin Falls.”

He locks me with a menacing stare. “Too fucking bad, and way too late for objections.”

Denial curdles my stomach like sour milk. I know what a claiming bite means, what it entails, but I still feel myself shaking my head. My wolf is giddy, basking in the new mating connection.