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CHAPTER 4

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I gasped against his mouth, and he took it as an opening, his tongue sliding between my lips, claiming me with a dominance that made my legs weak.

He was relentless.

His teeth grazed my bottom lip, a silent threat, a warning that I should have heeded.

But I didn’t.

Because the moment he pulled me closer, pressing our bodies completely flush now, any lingering thoughts of resistance vanished.

God help me, I wanted more.

His kiss was fire. It consumed me, burned through every wall I’d ever built, every instinct that told me to fight, to push him away. His grip on my wrists never loosened, but I wasn’t trying to escape.

No, I was leaning into him.

His body was everywhere, surrounding me, trapping me in the heat between us. His chest, a hard wall of muscle, pinned me in place, his scent thick in the air.

I was drowning in him, and I didn’t care.

His tongue slid against mine, slow and purposeful, like he wanted to unravel me piece by piece. A growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating against my skin, owning me without a single word.

My back arched as my fingers twitched where he still held them above me. I needed to touch him, to grip his shoulders, to pull him closer than he already was—but he wasn’t letting me.

Asshole .

A frustrated noise slipped from my lips, and he chuckled. Low. Dark. Satisfied.

“Impatient, Wildcat?” His voice was rough.

I swallowed hard, heat twisting low in my belly. “Shut up.”

He did.

But he did it by kissing me harder.

His hand released the hair at the back of my scalp and moved to my waist, fingers dragging over the thin fabric between us, his touch possessive, exploring what belonged to him. The calluses on his palms scraped against my skin, and for a second, I swore I could feel him smirking against my lips.

Cocky bastard.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Another rumble, primal, raw, revealed his own struggle. He was holding himself back. I could feel it in the way his muscles tensed, in the way his body shook against mine.

The thought made something hot flood through me, a thrill I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

Then his lips left mine, trailing down my jaw, slow and torturous.

His teeth scraped my throat, lingering, like he was debating whether or not to bite.

A warning. A threat. A promise?

My breath came out quicker, uneven now, my pulse hammering beneath his mouth.

Still, he didn’t bite.

Instead, his tongue swiped my throat, slow and purposeful, like he was tasting me.My legs trembled, and I dug my nails into my palms. His teeth grazed me, not quite a bite, just enough to threaten. Just enough to make me dizzy.

“Tell me your name, human,” he growled.

“Fuck. You.”

A dark laugh rolled from him.

“Careful, Wildcat,” he murmured, his deep voice dipping lower. “You might be asking for more than you can handle,” he added, throwing my own words back in my face.

Then he let go of my waist and he began to pull on the zipper of my jacket, sliding it down so slowly that the sound echoed throughout the room.

My heart hammered in my chest, loud and frantic like a quickening drumbeat.

I shouldn’t be letting him do this. I shouldn’t let any wolf do this to me. I’d escaped being bred by the wolves back in the city and right now, there was nothing I wanted more than to be fucked by the one standing in front of me and I couldn’t even see his face.

I should shove him away. Push him back. Make him stop. Do something, anything really.

I did nothing.

Instead, I stood still as he unzipped my jacket all the way, before he pushed it wide open and started to unbutton my shirt, one button at a time until he exposed my bra, then all the way down to my navel. Then, in a quick maneuver, he spun me around and released my wrists, only to yank my shirt and coat off in one swift, practiced move. When I was naked from the waist up but for my bra, he turned me back around and pinned me right back in place with my wrists over my head, using only one strong hand.

It was quite masterful. I hardly even had time to acknowledge what he had done before his mouth was on me again.

He nipped at the base of my throat, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me, straight to my core.

A low sound escaped him, a growl or a groan, I wasn’t sure which. With his free hand he gripped my full breast, his thumb circling my nipple through the fabric of my bra.

I gulped, and his mouth trailed lower, his teeth scraping against the thin material that was the only barrier between my breast and his mouth.

He bit the swell of my breast, just hard enough to sting, and I moaned, squirming against him.

Another chuckle, another slow, deliberate squeeze, and then his teeth scraped lower, his tongue trailing down my sternum.

The blindfold made everything that much more vivid: every touch, every sound, the heat of him. I could hear the shift of his clothes, the slide of his fingers against my bare skin, the harsh sound of his breathing.

I shuddered, my own breaths coming faster.

His fingers toyed against the edge of my bra, and a shudder rippled my frame. He hummed against me, the vibrations making my knees shake.

Then, in a quick motion, he tore my bra off, making me yelp.

He did it so easily. So casually. Like he didn’t even have to think about it.

The second the fabric tore away from my sensitive flesh, the cold air hit my nipples, and suddenly they were achingly stiff and entirely too sensitive. I whimpered, and a soft huff of amusement reached me.

I heard the sound of my bra being tossed away and landing across the room, and then he cupped my breast with his hand again, his thumb rubbing my nipple, sending sparks skittering down my spine. His lips closed over my other breast, and I arched against him, forgetting every single reason why I shouldn’t be doing this and drowning in why I should. There was no space in my head for anything except his mouth on me and his hand traveling down the lean planes of my stomach.

His mouth was hot, his tongue skilled, and my thighs clenched at the thought of what else he could do with that tongue.

His hand drifted lower, palming the curve of my waist, his touch rough and possessive. A moan slipped out, and a long, low hum emanated from him, the vibrations making my legs shake.

Then, asudden tug, a quick pull, and my pants were undone, the fabric shoved down to my thighs.

I didn’t have time to register what had happened before his hand cupped my sex through my drenched panties.

Fuck.

My hum was high and tense as his teeth dragged against the soft flesh of my breast and caught at my hard nipple.

“So wet for me,” he murmured.

The words sent a shockwave through me, a shiver that started deep in my core and radiated out to the tips of my fingers and toes.

His fingers pressed harder, stroking me through the fabric, teasing me with the promise of more.

I squirmed, trying to press myself closer, desperate for more friction. But his grip on me never loosened, and he kept up his slow, deliberate torment.

He finally released my wrists and my numb arms fell limply to my sides. Sliding both his hands down the length of my arms, he then trailed them over the swell of my hips, gripping me.

Another whimper escaped.

“Patience, Wildcat.”

That voice. That damn, sexy, infuriating voice.

He leaned back slightly, his body no longer pinning mine.

I could feel him looking at me, could feel the weight of his gaze on my bare skin. For a moment we were both frozen.

And then, he tore my panties right off my body like they were nothing more than paper. I yelped, and he laughed, shaming me with his amusement. He leaned in closer, dragging his lips along the length of my jawline.

“Tell me your name,” he said again.

I shook my head.

He made a contented sound as his hand drifted down to my bare thigh, his fingertips trailing a line of heat.

“Fine,” he taunted. “I guess I’ll have to find more ways to make you give me what I want.”

Heat swelled in my belly, and I sucked in araggedbreath.

I felt his fingers just grazing the inside of mythigh. He drew his nose along the line of my throat, inhaling deeply, his tongue following in the wake of his touch.

Slowly, deliberately, his hand slid between my legs,andhis finger teased along the seam of my slick folds. A small, choked sound escaped me as his thumb drew slow, torturous circles on my clit.

I squirmed, my thighs clenching as a desperate whine escaped me.

He hummed against my neck, his breath hot, his thumb still teasing.

“You want more, don’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

“Soon, Wildcat,” he whispered into my ear. “But first…”

He pushed two fingers into me, hard and deep and sudden, and I cried out, arching against him.

His teeth bit lightly down the side of my neck, his thumb still circling, the pace faster, his touch growing firmer, making my head spin as his other hand pressed against the wall beside my head.I gasped, nails digging into the wood behind me, trying to brace myself against the assault.

He was relentless, though.

He curled his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that made my vision blur. A moan slipped from my parted lips, and he chuckled, the sound muffled against my skin.

“So eager,” he murmured. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

I didn’t answer him, but my hips rolled against his hand, my body betraying me.

“Do it,” he ordered, his thumb pressing harder. “Come for me, Wildcat.”

I shook my head, panting, but my body was wound too tight, and his touch was too perfect.

It felt so good, so fucking good, and before I could stop myself, a cry tore from my lips, my entire body shaking as I fell apart in front of him with his fingers deep inside me.

He held me up, his arm banded around my waist, keeping me on my feet as the orgasm shredded me, making me dizzy and weak.

I struggled to catch my breath, but his hand was still there, teasing and torturing, making it impossible.

His thumb continued to stroke my clit, his fingers still buried inside me, as he began to suck and bite my nipple. I mewled with arousal. Pure bliss pumped through me, setting every nerve on fire and driving my head up into the clouds.

As my second orgasm broke, I suddenly felt like I was falling, like my feet had been swept right out from under me, even though I was still standing. My toes curled and my hands reached up to grab onto his massive shoulders, trying to hold on as my pleasure took me away.

I didn’t fall as I felt I surely would because he was still holding me up. Even as I shattered, his arm was locked tight around me, his fingers working inside me, his thumb coaxing me through it.

“That’s a good girl, Wildcat. Come hard for me. Let me feel how this sweet little pussy squeezes me when you come.” His words became real as my muscles spasmed around those evil, beautiful fingers.

He didn’t let up, God help me; he kept going. His fingers moved inside me, stroking and teasing, his thumb stroking my clit mercilessly.

I could feel the wetness dripping down my thighs, his palm slick as he worked it over my clit, making my entire body quiver.

The sensation was too much, and before I could stop myself, another climax barreled through me, tearing a cry from my throat. A low, satisfied sound reached me, his touch slowing, but not stopping.

His touch gentled as the waves finally began to subside. As the last shudders pulsated through my frame, I slumped back against the wall, boneless, my mind reeling.

His fingers slid out of me, his hand moving up to cup my cheek.

I trembled, overwhelmed and over-sensitized, my heart hammering, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

He drew his thumb across my cheek, and he emitted a surprising sound, something between a laugh and a sigh.

“You’re beautiful when you come, little mate. Even more beautiful when you come for me ,” he murmured, leaning in close, his mouth grazing mine.

The words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, but I was too dizzy, too spent, to push him away. My eyelids fluttered, my black world now full of swirling color behind the blindfold.

Wait.

Little mate?

My pulse kicked up, but before I could ask him what the fuck he was talking about, his hand tangled in my hair once more and wrenched my head back.

He kissed me again, hard and possessive, his teeth pulling at my bottom lip. In the next moment, his hands were gone from me, leaving me bare and exposed, trembling against the wall. I heard him move and suddenly his hands were around my waist. He lifted me off my feet, and deposited me face down over what I figured out in the following seconds could only be his tree-trunk–sized thigh.

My whole world tipped upside down as I balanced there, unable to reach the floor with either my hands or my feet. I was horrified to feel my legs splay open as I teetered there. His left arm draped over my back and his hand gripped my right hip, locking me in place in this humiliating position.

“We’re not done yet, Wildcat,” he growled, the menace of his words sending a shiver up my spine.

And then, before I could even process what was happening, he fucking spanked me.

A sharp, stinging crack filled the air, and I jerked forward, a startled shriek ripping from my throat as the burn spread across my skin. The heat sank in fast, a slow, throbbing ache blooming where his hand had just landed.

He didn’t give me any time to recover.

He spanked me again, his palm cracking against the curve of my ass. A strangled sound escaped me, part gasp, part whine. It hurt, but the pain mixed with the lingering pleasure, making my head spin, and the heat spread through my belly.

His fingers drifted lower, teasing the inside of my thigh.

I tensed, and a devious chuckle reached me.

“So impatient for more, Wildcat.”

“I’m not,” I said, horrified.

“Liar.”

Another crack of his hand and another piercing sting that made me cry out.

And then the spanking truly started.

His palm hit the fullest part of my left cheek, and then my right, over and over, until I was trembling and panting, desperate for his touch, for the heat, for the pain.

I pushed against him as best I could with so little leverage, but his grip on me remained immovable.

I squirmed, my hand reaching back to protect my tender ass, but he simply let go of my hip, caught my hand, and clamped it to my back, holding me firmly suspended over his thigh, all the while continuing his ruthless punishment of my bottom. I grunted and my body arched with each stinging impact, the heat blooming beneath his hand, radiating outward in waves that made my thighs clench involuntarily.

No matter how I wiggled and writhed, no matter how my hands sought purchase, desperate to brace myself against the ruthless assault, he easily held me firmly in place.

I was trapped.

I whimpered and he spanked me again. I keened and he spanked me some more.

The burning sting mixed with the warmth of his touch, and the roughness of his palm against my bare, scalding skin was doing something to me. Every smack, every caress between them was meant to take me apart, piece by piece. He wanted me to submit to him. I never submitted to anyone .

But, God help me, it was working.

“Still fighting me, Wildcat?” His voice was all gravel and torment. He was teasing me, testing me.

I should have said yes. I should have bared my teeth, spat something cutting, and reminded him I was no one’s to control.

But when his fingers traced over my burning skin, when his next smack landed on my upper thigh, making me cry out…

I almost forgot how to fight.

I almost forgot everything.

A quiet, broken sound escaped before I could stop it, and his fingers tightened around mine.

“That’s what I thought,” he sneered, making my face burn with shame.

Sweat coated my skin and my body trembled against him with both pain and fury. The spanking slowed, his sandpaper palm now running over my hot skin between smacks, soothing, teasing, waiting.

Daring me to admit what he already knew.

I clenched my teeth, sucking in a shaky breath, forcing my voice to remain steady. “Is that all you’ve got, Alpha?”

The growl that tore from his throat sent a bolt straight through me as he redoubled his effort to tame me. I snarled, my fingers tightening around his, but my body was betraying me completely. Heat surged through me, ricocheting from my ass to my pussy to my disloyal clit. The sting bloomed beneath his palm, sending shivers down my spine, making my thighs tense, and my eyes squeeze shut behind the blasted blindfold.

His hand came down over and over again, impossibly harder and harder, the sound crisp in the warm air, the impacts jolting through me like electric shocks. My skin was on fire, each strike layering heat upon heat, pain upon passionate need.

His grip on me did not alter in the slightest, and, from my ignominious position, I could not discern any particular exertion on his part. The fucking bastard.

“You still want to challenge me, Wildcat?” He was taunting me, but it was his voice that betrayed him. There was something else beneath it now, a certain strained edge that made it seem like he was barely holding himself together.

I should have fought him.

Should have spit and scratched and screamed and yelled out something defiant right then. But when he landed yet another sharp spank, all I could do was let out a huff, my body trembling.

I was losing control, and worse, I liked it. What the fuck was happening to me?

His hand smoothed over my scalded skin, soothing for only a moment before the next strike came, setting me ablaze all over again. On and on he continued to spank me, for long minutes on end, the burn blazing across my bare cheeks as he punished from the top of my cleft all the way down to the middle of my thighs. Finally, the pain overwhelmed me, and I moaned. He kept going and my cries grew more and more desperate with every one.

“You don’t sound so sure anymore,” he said teasingly, his grip tightening around my wrists.

A growl built in my throat, but it died when he smacked me again, his palm landing just low enough that my hips jerked against his thigh.

I sucked in a breath, heat curling deep in my belly, my mutinous body betraying me in ways I didn’t want to admit, couldn’t admit.

“I’m sure that you’re a sadistic bastard,” I replied, with a generous helping of snark.

“Oh, Wildcat, you’re going to regret that,” he countered, and my heart leapt into the back of my throat.

The next spank was somehow harder, right in the center of my ass. The impact was more brutal than the others, and I cried out, arching away from him, desperate to get away. But there was no escaping the unyielding hand that held me firmly in place, and no way to stop the heat that spread through my core, making my thighs clench and my pussy drip.

There was no stopping this.

The unfamiliar powerlessness only made me wetter and hotter.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it, little mate. You needed me to put you in your place and show you exactly who has charge over you,” he growled.

I wanted to tell him that he was wrong. The problem was I’d be lying, because there was a deep, hidden, shameful part of me that was loving every second of this.

I loved the way his hard palm stung my bare flesh. Loved the way his thighs braced mine open, forcing me to endure not only the spanking, but also the embarrassment of being exposed and vulnerable to him like this. I loved the way his other hand gripped my waist so firmly, refusing to let me go, and keeping me from tumbling over and landing right on my face.

My chest heaved, the air too thin, the room too hot, his grip on me—and his power over me—too damn strong.

And then the spanking slowed, each impact harder, heavier. I lay there balanced over his thigh, his muscular leg pressing into my stomach and my core clenched tight with desire.

I was helpless.

Displayed .

Defenseless .

His hand came down on me again, his fingers squeezing my buttock tight. A low groan slipped from his lips, the sound guttural.

“Fuck, Wildcat. You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he said, his voice strained and gruff.

My pulse thudded in my ears.

For a moment, we both stayed like that, all movement and sound paused, the air thick, this private world holding its breath.

With an unexpected jolt, he suddenly grasped me around the waist with both hands and lifted me to my feet. He rose, scooped me into his arms, and carried me to the bed, where he deposited me flat on my back. I bounced a little when I landed, the firm mattress hurting my blazing hot ass. With deft hands, he pulled my boots off, then my socks and my jeans, leaving me completely bare before him. Even after all he’d put me through, I blushed hard even though I still couldn’t see him. Without a word, he grabbed my legs, flipped me over my belly, lifted my hips clean off the bed and pushed my knees apart so that I was spread wide open for him.

The next thing I felt was him climbing onto the bed, his body heavy and strong behind me. My heart slammed against my ribs, the blood rushing in my ears.

Revealing a bit more of the effects the past hour was having on him, my unseen captor groaned, and then his fingers slid against the swollen, soaked flesh between my legs, slow and torturous.

“Such a needy little mate,” he crooned, his fingertips tracing along my folds, teasing and taunting. “This sweet pussy is practically screaming for me to take it, to fill it with my seed and breed it.”

I gasped at his words, a flush of heat spreading across my skin. While I could see nothing, he could see every inch of me, and I knew he was gazing at my most private places.

Then, without warning, he pushed two long fingers into me. I whimpered, squirming beneath him, the pressure almost too much.

He was unfazed by my reaction. His other hand clamped around my waist, holding me steady as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, hitting a spot that made the entire world spin. My hands fisted the blankets, my breath staccato and harsh.

It felt so fucking good.

Too good.

He leaned over me and pressed a kiss to the side of my neck, his fingers still working inside me, slow and purposeful.

“Don’t hold back, Wildcat. Let me hear you,” he ordered.

The orgasm slammed through me, stealing the air from my lungs and leaving me gasping, shaking, desperate.

I moaned, the sound muffled by the mattress, my hips rolling against his hand, seeking more, needing more. It was like I was a woman possessed. I couldn’t get enough. Wave after wave of exquisite hot bliss crashed through me, making my toes curl and my fingers dig into the soft blankets beneath me.

Another climax crashed into me, and I cried out, trembling beneath him.

But he didn’t stop.

He didn’t even slow down.

“More, Wildcat,” he commanded, and I obeyed.

Another climax shook me, and I keened, long and high, followed by an even more desperate cry when that damned finger found that spot right at that exact moment. He growled against the small of my back, the vibration making me dizzy, drunk with pleasure.

“Please,” I gasped, the word slipping out before I could stop it.

“Please what?”

“Please.”

“I need more than that, Wildcat. Beg for me. Tell me what you need.”

“You,” I whined, a shudder racking my frame. “I need you.”

“Say it again,” he demanded.

“Please,” I begged.

“Again.”

“Pleeeease!”

“Good girl,” he murmured.

He withdrew his fingers, and I felt him shift behind me, his big, rough hands taking hold of my hips. In place of his fingers, I now felt his cock at my entrance.

In one brutal thrust, he pushed into me, tearing through my hymen and burying himself in my core. I screamed, the sensation of him stretching me, filling me beyond anything I could have imagined, so overwhelming, so all-consuming, that for several long seconds, a white haze of pain splintered my vision.

Before this moment, I had been a virgin. I’d never had a cock inside me before. I’d been innocent in the ways of men.

For women under the age of eighteen in the city I was from, sex was forbidden, and the rules were maintained with an iron fist. If anyone was found breaking the law, they were dealt with swiftly and in a way that made an example for everyone else.

Violently.

I had seen the punishments and heard the screams of pain, and I had never been tempted.

I hadn’t known this was what I was missing. The full, intensely pleasurable feeling of having someone—him—inside me, of being filled and taken and possessed was profound. Now I could never imagine this not being a part of my life.

My captor groaned, loud and long, the sound raw and powerful. His grip on my hips tight, he kissed and licked along the side of my neck.

“Fuuuuck,” he breathed, his teeth scraping my skin.

His fingers flexed, nails digging into my bare skin.

“God, Wildcat, you feel so fucking good.” He ground out the words like there was gravel in his throat.

I didn’t answer him.

Couldn’t.

My body was wound too tight, every muscle trembling. He felt huge inside me. Massive and overwhelming and so goddamn perfect. My body tried to stretch to his size, tried to take every last inch of him, but I ached, and I moaned, and I tried anyway.

I was completely at his mercy.

His hand moved up to grasp the back of my neck, his teeth nipping at my shoulder, pinning me down to the bed.

“Are you ready, Wildcat?” he asked, his voice thick, strained.

A strange, desperate noise filled the room and it took me a moment to realize it was me.

“Hold on, little mate. This is going to hurt.”

Before I could ask him what the fuck he meant, he pulled out almost all the way and slammed back into me. The impact tore a cry from deep in my soul, the pain blinding, exquisite. My eyes rolled back behind the blindfold, the world tilting around me.

I couldn’t see. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

All I could do was feel.

Feel the way his fingers dug into my skin, holding me steady for him. Feel the way my pussy clenched around his cock. Feel the way he filled me so completely. Feel the power of him.

I cried out, my entire body straining as he pressed every inch of himself inside of me. I’d never felt anything remotely like this in my life.

Then he began to move.

His thrusts were hard, deep, utterly ruthless. Each impact shook me to my depths.

I could hear his panting breaths, harsh and ragged, feel the heat of him surrounding me. His hand released the back of my neck, then he slid both hands down my arms, grabbing both my wrists, and pinning them both to the mattress as he drove into me again and again, his rhythm unrelenting.

“God, yesss,” he hissed, his pace picking up, his thrusts coming harder, deeper. Faster.

I writhed beneath him, the sensation overwhelming, the pleasure and the pain swirling together into one intoxicating mix that made my head spin.

I had no control.

No power.

Just him.

Only him.

I moaned and felt his teeth against the back of my neck.

“So fucking tight, Wildcat,” he groaned. “Such a good girl, my little virgin. So fucking perfect. I’m going to fill you up. Fill you with my seed over and over again until your belly swells with my baby.”

The words sent a fresh wave of heat crashing over me, and I arched against him, desperate for more.

He gave it all to me.

With every thrust, his pace picked up, his grip on me clamping tighter, his groans growing louder. I cried out, my body trembling, his cock stretching me, filling me, pushing me closer to the edge of yet another orgasm.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Come for me, little mate.”

“Yessssss,” I moaned, the word a weak and broken hiss.

My climax ripped through me, making my body shake uncontrollably and my thighs tremble on the verge of collapse. He growled his mastery over me, his rhythm faltering from the spasming of my core muscles around his cock. My body jerked forward with every thrust and then without warning, he slipped his hand beneath me and roughly pinched my clit.

I shattered, the pleasure blinding, intense, absolute. I screamed, my body arching, muscles seizing.

He grunted, his pace quickening, his thrusts rougher, deeper.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunted. “That’s it, Wildcat. Milk my cock. Come all over it, give me everything, everything!” Sweat was dripping from him onto my back and I could feel something shift in him.

My vision swam, my breath caught in my throat. Another orgasm exploded through me, the ecstasy so intense I couldn’t breathe. It tore through me like a tidal wave, taking me and drowning me with blazing hot rapture.

I no longer knew up from down, left from right.

All I could focus on was his cock driving in and out of me and how desperately I wanted more of it.

I wanted him to fill me with his cum.

I wanted him to breed me.

I wanted to know what it was like.

He growled, his pace growing more and more frantic.

“God, yes ,” he roared. My most intimate stranger hammered his cock into me.

“This little pussy is milking my cock, isn’t it? So desperate for my cum. You want me to fill you up with every drop of seed I’m capable of making, don’t you?” He was panting his filthy words to me now, his own desperation rising fast.

“Yes!” I shrieked, my voice breathless.

“Good, little mate, because that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” His words were a dangerous promise.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, slamming against my hot, red ass cheeks, and roared his climax, his cock pulsing, spilling his hot seed deep within my core.

My eyes rolled back in my head, a desperate scream escaping me as I came one final time. I collapsed beneath him.

He didn’t pull out.

He stayed there, buried deep inside me, his body surrounding mine, his cock twitching, releasing every drop of cum he had to give. My body clenched around him, needing the heat of his seed and milking him dry.

The world spun.

My body hummed.

My mind reeled.

When the last pulse had faded, when his grip on me had loosened, his chest still pressed against my back, he finally, slowly pulled out of me.

His warmth disappeared, leaving me cold and alone, but before I could protest, he laid beside me as his arm wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me flush against him, bare chest to bare chest.

His heart thundered beneath my cheek, and his hand trailed down the curve of my back, gentle and possessive.

“Mine. My mate,” he whispered.

For several long moments, the only sound was our breathing, ragged with exhaustion, the air thick with sex and heat.

Slowly, carefully he untied the blindfold and let it fall to the floor.

There in front of me, a gentle smile turning up his sensuous lips, was the long-lost face of the man I thought I’d never see again.