Page 55 of Carnage Island

I curl into a ball, only for a snout to press into my neck, the pressure freezing me in my prone form.

The huge wolf growls, causing my animal to perk up with immediate interest.Tieran. I recognize his presence, his Alpha energy the source of my fall.

I go limp beneath his touch, aware that he’s very much the superior predator on this island.

It seems everyone else has conceded as well, his howl bringing all the others to their proverbial knees.

Or maybe he slaughtered them all.

I’m really not sure, and I’m too focused on his snout to ask.

He inhales deeply, the sound reverberating against my neck as he draws his snout along my throat. I swallow, making him growl again.

I can feel the man beneath the fur, controlling the desire radiating from his beast.

His restraint is addictive. It makes my wolf want to push him. I’m not sure why or what she’s hoping to accomplish, so I ignore the urge and remain still as he draws his nose down to my breasts.

My nipples bead for him, begging for his mouth, his teeth, hishands.

But all he does is take in my scent, his low grumble telling me he doesn’t appreciate the mud marring my skin.

He nudges me to my back, his lethal mouth trailing down to the apex between my thighs.

My legs part for him, my skin damp from the water and mud and the desire that seems to be pouring out of me. I’ve heard about the mating process, how it can make females react in wanton and animalistic ways. But no one warned me about this agonizing ache or the abundance offluids.

A groan slips from my lips as my insides pulse, slickening me even more at my heated center.

What is happening to me?I wonder.

Tieran rumbles, making my muscles tense.

Then his tongue slides between my folds.

Not as a wolf but as aman.

He shifted without me even noticing, too lost to the sensations his presence evoked from me. Too lost to whatever the hell this is. Too lost to—

Ohhhh….

His tongue is divine incarnate.

I’ve completely lost my mind.

He’s licking me, just a few feet away from the waves. He’s licking methere. He’s tasting me. He’s taking me. He’s—

His teeth skim my clit, eliciting a scream from my throat.

“Hmm,” he hums, crawling up and over my body. “Do you need something, little one?” His blue eyes are blazing with liquid fire, his aura blistering with a convoluted mixture of fury and arousal. I can feel it lapping at my skin, threatening to burn me from the inside out. “I told you not to run,” he whispers, his lips less than an inch away from mine.

My wolf tells me to arch into him, to feel the power of his body against mine.

I do.

Because I’m helpless to her instincts.

Helpless to whatever is happening to me.

“I think you need another bath. Maybe I’ll make you take one alone, draw out this agony until you’re ready to really beg.” Such dark words, ones that make my wolf whine in protest.