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His movements were merciless, painful, his hands holding me steady, pulling me back onto his cock as he thrust into me, chasing his own release as he fucked me.

“Alphaaaa…” I keened my suffering to the mountains.

My whole body ached, and I didn’t know how much more I could take.

“Again,” he demanded.

Slowly, the realization that this wasn’t going to be over though I had already come twice dawned on me and a fresh wave of panic crashed over me.

“I can’t—” I tried.

Silas’s voice dropped lower, rough with sadistic heat.

“Oh, my little mate,” he murmured, his tone a deliberate caress that sent a shiver down my spine. “You think you can take your punishment and be done with it?” His thumb traced the curve of my waist, teasing, threatening. “You think you get to decide when it ends?”

I swallowed hard, my breath shaky.

He chuckled menacingly. “That’s not how this works, Wildcat.” His body loomed so close, his heat wrapped around me like a second skin. “You’re my mate. Mine. And I’m your Alpha.” He pressed a kiss just below my ear, his teeth catching the lobe and biting down, making my pulse jump. “And now? I’m going to teach you exactly what that means.”

“Please,” I begged.

“Come for me. Again,” he commanded. “Now.”

And somehow, impossibly, I did.

My body panicked and clenched, a broken moan filling the air around us as my mind spiraled, the pleasure overwhelming, the world falling away. I was weightless, floating, every nerve singing, every inch of me aching and sore and burning and yet, somehow, still wanting more.

Silas didn’t give me time to breathe, didn’t pause or falter. He just kept fucking me, his cock thrusting into me again and again, his rhythm never slowing, his fingers pressing into my welted skin, his touch searing my skin.

I moaned and yelled and cried and took every thrust in my tortured hole like he expected me to, and then I took some more, all he wanted me to. All he required me to.

Then the hand on my hip moved to press down on my lower back, making me arch further for him. I felt his lips tracing along the side of my neck, his tongue laving, teeth scraping over the delicate skin on the side of my neck. It was the same place that Kendra carried Rowan’s mark.

“Keep coming for me, Wildcat,” he ordered, as I came apart again for him. “Don’t you dare stop.”

A broken, choked sound clawed up my throat, and for a moment, my entire world narrowed to his cock, his teeth, the heat of his body pinning me against the rough bark of the log.

Then he grabbed me fiercely, and I dimly heard his breath catch as his cock throbbed hard inside me.

And his teeth sank into my flesh.

Pleasure and pain crashed together in the depths of my being, exploding through my body. I shattered, white-hot heat licking through me, his teeth marking me irreversibly, his cock buried deep in my ass, the pressure so intense I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t form a single rational thought.

The entire world strobed in and out of existence.

I could feel his cock pulsing, his hips crashing against my welted ass, the sharp sting of his teeth in my neck.

Everything was pain.

Everything was ecstasy.

With a final, ferocious thrust and a muffled, feral yell against my neck, Silas came. His teeth still deep in my neck, his massive cock seemed to grow impossibly bigger as he spilled his cum inside me, pulse after pulse, filling me completely.

I moaned, his teeth still holding me in place beneath him, the bite stinging, the pleasure building, cresting, and then exploding, everything fading, falling, until all that was left was Silas and Lia and the way our bodies fit together so perfectly.

I heard him suck in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Slowly, his grip on my hair and my hip loosened.

“Do we have an understanding now, mate?” he asked, his voice deep and gruff. A lightning bolt of pleasure surged through me and a wave of shameful arousal crashed over me.