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CHAPTER 25

REDLEY

He smiles wide and terrifying, like he really is the Wolf I thought he was, like those eyes are supernatural, but really they're just peculiar, beautiful, belonging to a killer.

“That’s because you’re mine. You knew better than to let someone else get inside this cunt other than me.”

I gasp at him using that word. I’ve only even heard it a couple of times in my whole life, and never while dirty talking.

“It’s not—you can’t.”

His hands hold my wrists in place, and the head of his cock bobs against my pussy, nudging at my opening and spreading me out. I know how babies are made. I know how sex is done in theory and what sex parts look like. I’ve seen animals do it on the farm, but that’s about where my experience ends.

I’m as hot and wet as he accused me of being, and if I asked my body, the answer would be yes, I want him. But I’m not asking my body. I’m remembering my dignity and sense of self-respect as I try to close my legs and shift away from him so he can’t take me, but it all proves moot when he grabs my hips.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ve fucked before. I shouldn’t have done it, but it was before I met you. It will make this better for you, though.”

I’m about to scream at him that he’s fucking insane. I’m not his baby, and I don’t care who he sleeps with except for me—don’t sleep with me. I'm not interested, no matter what my pussy says about the matter. He gets tired of waiting, playing at rubbing his cock against my wet pussy instead of fully using it. His hands grip my thighs, tipping my pelvis until I’m in a position he likes. Then his thumbs press into my lips, peeling me open for a crude inspection.

The sunlight blazes across us, and he doesn’t leave me an inch for shyness as I try to snap my legs shut. My heart races under his inspection. I’ve never looked at myself that closely, and I can’t help but worry it’s ugly. His eyes meet mine, and a little understanding buckles his brow in sympathy. I don’t know how he sees my insecurity, but he does.

“Muffin,” he coos as he runs a finger over something that makes me jump and moan. Holy shit , what is that? “I’m obsessed with you. This cunt is even more perfect up close than I could have imagined. I can’t wait to fuck you. Don’t be nervous.”

I gasp, and my pussy twitches, letting him know she has similar intentions. I’m the third wheel on this date that doesn’t agree. He watches with a leering smile, and my cheeks turn a deep red. The sun sinks slightly lower, and with the angle of the light, his brown hair glows a golden color so similar to his eyes that I’m stunned. His beauty haunts me, probably because it came straight from hell, but he looks almost angelic with the sun behind him. The devil was an angel once, though, wasn’t he?

I shake my head, needing to stop thinking of him in superhuman terms. He’s not magic or some immortal monster. He’s just a man with a big, hard dick and a lack of respect for boundaries. Something doesn’t need to be supernatural to be evil, and I’m sure more than I’ve ever been that he’s evil.

“This is it, Muffin.”

He holds his cock with one hand and spreads me with the other. His fingers touch that spot again, and my whole body shakes. I’ve never masturbated or even really explored myself, so each touch comes as a shock. My fingers dig into the dirt like I’m trying to hold onto the world as I know it.

I’ve heard about the bad sides of sex more times than I can count, but I never realized there was something in it for the woman too. I always thought sex was for the man, but I find myself rotating my hips, desperate for him to touch that spot again.

His cock presses to my entrance. I’m not a complete idiot. I don’t know all the names for all the parts, but I’ve heard often enough times how much this will hurt. He’s going to tear up my virginity and stretch out my insides. He’s going to love it, and if I’m fortunate, I’ll get through it without getting pregnant, but when am I ever lucky?

He’s everywhere as I lay against the ground, so I don’t bother continuing to struggle. My chest heaves as I ready myself to accept my fate, much like I did with Porter. I’m too tired. I’m just too tired. If I’m calm, maybe I’ll survive. I’m too weak to get away.

“Take a deep breath and keep breathing through it,” he coaches me, and I have no choice otherwise.

He could kill me so easily if he wanted to. Maybe he will when he’s done with me. That would probably be the easiest solution for everyone. I’m starting to hope he will. I think I would go to heaven, maybe see my family again, but a secret part of me worries that if the ghost story of the Wolf wasn’t true, neither is the one about God. I worry about that as his cock shoves inside me. If the world is actually that empty and cold. I moan long and low as he enters my body like he did my window all those years ago—without permission.

He breaks the resistance of my virginity too easily. The pain I’ve been told about repeatedly comes, and while it burns and pinches, it’s not as bad as I feared. In fact, I think I like it even more than the bites he pressed into my skin.

“Your body is mine now too,” he says as he pushes past that barrier, inching himself deeper.

He’s once again gentler than I expect, treating me with a reverence I’ve never experienced and surely don’t understand as his hands move over my body. His cock fills me to the brim, and he holds still so I’m forced to appreciate the depth of him inside me.

“How does that feel?” he asks.

“It hurts.” That's only half the truth.

“Does it? Just breathe for me, Redley, breathe nice and slow and relax around me like the good girl I know you can be.” My entire body shakes in response. Why the hell do I want to be that for him after everything?

“It hurts.” But that doesn’t really sound like pain.

“It will stop if you do what I say,” he promises.

I pull a deep breath in through my nose and push it out through my mouth like the firefighters taught me when I had a panic attack outside the station after he killed Granny. I let my body fall slack, and as I relax, it does hurt less, but that’s worse.

“Shit,” he hisses. “I knew you were going to be tight, but I should have known that a tailor-made pussy would feel otherworldly.”

“I’m not made for you,” I whine, but God, he does fit me so well.

The soreness fades now, switching to a deep and dull pleasure that makes me want to cant my hips to create my own friction between us. My self-control hangs on by a thread, fraying faster and faster as something deep inside me pulses in time with my increasing heartbeat.

My hips move on their own. I don’t ask them to or give them permission, but my body is its own being, suddenly hungry and aching for release. Somewhere inside myself, I’m so ashamed I could puke, screaming that I’m losing my virginity to the man who killed my granny. I know I’m going to crash hard after this is over, but right now, it makes me even hotter. Everything about this feels good, the warm sun touching us contrasting with the cold rocks digging into my bare butt.

His massive, solid form above me is the deepest, most intense pressure, and for some reason, that comforts me. I fought him, shot at him, drew blood, and he’s on top of me fucking me like I’m something small and lovely rather than his attacker. He killed Granny because of what she did to me and no other reason. That truth makes me feel a confused mix of horrible guilt and flattery.

His hands move to my shirt, and he pushes the fabric up to show my bra. He doesn’t stop, reaching inside the cups to pull my breasts out the top. He licks his lips as he rolls my nipple between his fingers. I know men like breasts, but I don’t expect the hot jolt of pleasure that shoots straight through my body and to the spot he touched before.

“Oh God, what is that?” I ask as my hips pulse and shake against him.

“That’s not a god, Red. That’s a Wolf.”

“Wolf,” I scream as a deep and rhythmic pulsing wraps my pussy around him. My orgasm rips through me, the most supernatural experience I’ve ever had on this mountain.