Rabid (Kingdom of Wolves #6) - Ivy Asher Page 0,53

There’s an underlying eagerness for her to mark him back, to seal us together mind, body, and soul, but I cringe away from just the thought of it.

“The hell it is.” My hands brace against his chest and shove, but he doesn’t move. Not even an inch. My teeth bare at him. “Get off me.”

“Can’t.”

The prick— “Get your dick out of me right this second!” Hysteria tinges my tone as the panic sets in. My wolf...I was so in tune with her, and she was so unbridled, so wild. Even now, she’s smug, happy with the way things have turned out, with gaining a male of her choosing, one who’s worthy. But all I can think of is that woodshed they shoved me in, the cabin in the middle of nowhere, the bloodstained rags. My stomach drops. I don’t even know the name of the male who’s still impaling me.

The rush of anger makes my throat tighten, solidifying my panic. “Get. Off. Me.” I snarl at him and begin to shove and kick and scrabble, scraping my back up in the process, but that hardness buried in me doesn’t move, doesn’t even slip an inch, and when I try to reach down to yank him the fuck out, he hisses and slaps my ass so hard it sounds like a crack of thunder.

“Stop that. You know we’re stuck together.”

“The fuck we are!”

“I’m not talking about the claiming mark, though it’s true for that as well.” When I say nothing, his expression turns from one of irritation to confusion as he cocks his head. “Wait...you have fucked a shifter before, haven’t you?”

“Of course I’ve had sex before,” I snap. My hand runs over the bite on my shoulder, fingers pressing, nails digging, as if I can scoop out the connection binding us together.

His hand slaps mine away. “Stop it and hold still. You’re just hurting yourself.”

“The only one hurting me is you. Your dick is starting to hurt.”

He gives me a strange look. “You’ve fucked shifters?” he asks again. “Full-spirited shifters?”

“No,” I hiss. “But what the hell does that have to do with anything?”

A chuckle comes out of him, and I hate that it makes my nipples pebble against his hard chest. “You’ve never been knotted.”

My eyes widen as my stupidity sinks in. Of course, I knew about full-spirited wolves knotting during sex, but I’ve never had a shifted partner before, and hearing about it versus experiencing it are two very different things. At the look on my face, his chuckle deepens until he thrusts his hips up again, making me hiss in pain. “Ouch! Get that thing out of me. It’s getting too big.” I fidget, trying to crawl my body up the wall to get out, but that just hurts more.

“That thing is my knot stretching your tight pussy. And you’re gonna learn to love it.”

Challenge blazes in my face. “I will not. And I’m never letting you fuck me again.”

His mouth drops to my neck, lips skimming down until he licks the wound in my shoulder. “It’s pretty fucking sexy that mine is the only knot you’ve ever taken,” he says, ignoring my declaration completely. “Right now, it’s stretching you to your limits, trapping my cum inside of you, while your sweet little cunt milks me again and again and again.”

His words are filthy. The heat of his mouth more so as he licks against my sweat-slicked skin, and my clit starts to throb, heat flourishing in my core.

“By the time my knot deflates and I slip out of you, you’re going to be gushing with my seed, drenched in my scent, and want nothing more than for me to bend you over and fuck you again. Because you’re mine—wolf, spirits, and body.”

My tongue is thick, coherent though hazy with the lust he’s coaxing with his dirty words. And then he shoves in, knot stretching, feeling like he’s going to rip me right in half, and I howl in pain.

“Shh, stop fighting, Vicious. Let me make you feel good.”

A rough hand curls between us to press against my clit, and I buck against him at the electricity that sparks from that single touch. That small movement has my pussy protesting, and I go still, panting through the pain.

“Relax,” he murmurs.

“Why don’t you try to relax with a baseball bat shoved up your ass?”

He laughs, and I have to tell myself that I don’t like the sound, that I don’t like the flex of his muscles as he uses