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Now, he was entirely fixated on the three Ghengrills that were studying my naked body. He stared like he wanted to rip them apart piece by piece until there was nothing left of any of them.

Attitude reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out what looked like a piece of fabric.

I realized it was Alaric’s shirt. The Ghengrill laid it across the front of my shoulders, and I stiffened, but then Alaric’s scent surrounded me.

My body reacted almost violently. My spine arched involuntarily, and my muscles stiffened.

I cried out as a lightning bolt of desire shot straight down to my core, as sharp and painful as the cruel twist of a knife stabbing deep into my belly.

Everything hurt, but the sheer volume of arousal contained in my small form was crippling.

Had I been standing up on my own, I would have surely fallen to the floor.

My arousal had never been this intense before.

I’d never felt like I was burning alive from the inside out.

Whatever was happening to me, it felt like my survival was not a certainty.

I was hot. So fucking hot that I felt like my skin was going to boil right off. I whimpered as I tried to fight back against the onslaught of passionate need coursing through me, but I didn’t stand a chance. It was far too powerful, and I felt myself losing the battle even before it truly began.

I couldn’t speak, could only cry out.

Pain. Desire. Every hot pulse felt like it was crippling me, and I screamed.

“Her temperature has spiked several more degrees,” Attitude observed.

“She should be entering full heat any minute,” Needle said. His usual arrogant tone sounded excited now.

My fingertips buzzed with electricity. My toes curled with it. Every muscle in my body tightened with need, and I cried out as the pain from whatever was happening cut through me even more harshly. It hurt. Oh, gods, it hurt so much.

My core twisted in on itself, squeezing hard as the extreme arousal I’d been fighting for months finally took hold all at once.

Nothing could have prepared me for agony of this magnitude, and I was only vaguely aware of the tears dripping down my face.

Sobs started to rack my body, and I was powerless against them.

I struggled against the forces holding me prone, but it was no use.

I cried. I begged. I called the only name that could help make it stop.

“Alaric,” I sobbed. “It hurts. I can’t. Make it stop. Please make it stop.”

I heard the cage rattle once more. And then again. And again, as Alaric slammed into the walls of his prison with his body.

The three Ghengrills around me shifted nervously.

I couldn’t focus on what they were doing, but when something pressed against the place in between my thighs, I was forced to center my attention away from Alaric and back to them.

“Let test number one commence. Should she experience orgasm, then this is not a true Lupenii heat, and she should be disposed of. If she doesn’t, we should begin serum sample collection immediately. A slow steady draw will ensure maximum volume,” Attitude instructed.

A hideous buzzing sound started, and I screamed as a steady vibrating sensation pressed against my clit.

My nipples hardened into tight, painful little buds, and my core seized even harder.

I tried to fight the horrible vibrations, but I knew I was lost the moment my hips started rolling involuntarily toward them.

Even though I wanted them to stop, my body had a mind of its own.

It betrayed me in the most brutal, humiliating way possible.

I hadn’t orgasmed in months. I hadn’t experienced any semblance of relief since Alaric’s hard cock had fucked my little bottom hole so very long ago. I was wound up so tight that I could feel all sense of reason leave my body.

Every inch of my body pulsed so hard with desire that it bordered on excruciating agony, and I sobbed, my body jolting with ragged, uneven gasps.

I felt the ache deep in my bones, and I moaned as the tiny little vibrations pushed me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

His scent only served to heighten my need for him, and I soon found myself trembling from the intensity of it.

This was hell, and I was quite sure I was in the deepest pit of it.

The vibrations never stopped. I begged for them to stop. I pleaded for them to turn it off, but they didn’t listen. Instead, the vibrations only seemed to grow stronger and more powerful with every passing second.

I drew closer and closer to orgasm. Every nerve in my body screamed with it.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t, even though I tried so hard, and rivers of tears started to pour down my cheeks.

That same barrier that I had struggled with before halted my release in its tracks, and no matter what I did to fight through, nothing would let me get past it. I was left wet, needy, and incredibly desperate.

I called out for Alaric. I begged for him to take me instead.

The vibrating contraption only shook harder and faster against my clit. I cried out, suffering on the edge of orgasm for what felt like forever, but still I couldn’t come. The physical barrier was ruthless.

Every single second burned, an endless well of agony that seared me from the inside out.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only feel the torment of the cruel vibrating thing between my legs, a constant reminder of the anguish that I was being forced to endure.

I wailed, the pleasure building deep in my core quickly becoming too much to handle.

I wondered if it was going to split me in two. It felt like it would.

The cage rattled violently, the force of it sending a dull clang echoing through the cave. My breath hitched as I turned my head toward it, my pulse hammering in my ears. Alaric had grown bigger . Much bigger.

He looked nothing like the human man who had taunted and challenged me. No, the thing in that cage was something else entirely. A beast. A predator barely restrained.

A fucking giant wolf.

The Ghengrills had said I was going into heat, and now I believed them.

I was so hot. So. Fucking. Hot. It hurt. It hurt so much.

I screamed so loudly that it hurt my ears. Alaric roared and my core clenched, craving his cock deep inside me. I needed to feel him inside me. All of him. In every hole.

I begged for him.

I cried. I pleaded. I screamed for him, and he heard my call.

The cage rattled hard as Alaric threw his body against it.

The walls shook and the sound of the thick material fracturing echoed loudly throughout the room.

The terrible vibrations against my clit never stopped, but the Ghengrills took a step back nervously.

Needle whipped his head from me to Alaric. The others did too.

Cracks radiated from where Alaric had thrown his body against the glass wall. He hit it one last time and the wall shattered, falling to the floor in pieces.

He was free! Unbound and very pissed off.

The three Ghengrills cowered.

Alaric’s chest rose and fell with the power of his fury.

He looked like he was about to explode with it, and even though that should have terrified me, it didn’t.

The aliens that had taken me captive were a different story though.

They looked like they were about to piss themselves from fear.

It was becoming obvious that they didn’t have the skill or the training of the soldiers that had kidnapped and taken me in the first place.

They didn’t have a chance against what Alaric had become. Not the slightest.

He came to me first and tore the vibrating contraption off of my naked pussy with his teeth before turning toward the three Ghengrills. The touch of his fingers did something to my insides and the terrible pain receded, at least for a moment.

With each step that Alaric took toward the aliens, they took one back until they ran into the wall behind them. It didn’t take much longer for Alaric to reach them.

What came next was a level of violence that was as terrifying as it was arousing.

Alaric didn’t hesitate. One moment, he was still, coiled with lethal intent, and the next, he exploded into motion. His massive black form launched across the cave, claws scraping against stone, fangs bared in a snarl that sent a chill racing down my spine.

He went for Needle first. The Ghengrill tried to run, but even I knew it was useless.

Alaric was too fast. Needle swung wildly, trying to fend him off, but he may as well have been fighting a hurricane.

Alaric dodged effortlessly, his movements smooth, fluid, like this was what he was born to do.

Then he struck. His powerful jaws clamped down around Needle’s throat, cutting off the alien’s gurgled scream.

A sickening crunch echoed through the cave, followed by the wet sound of tearing flesh.

Black blood sprayed across the stone, pooling beneath the twitching remains before they even hit the ground.

Alaric didn’t stop.

Bastard barely had time to react before Alaric was on him.

The wolf’s massive frame slammed into the alien, knocking him to the ground with a single, brutal impact.

Bastard flailed, but Alaric was already sinking his fangs into his skull.

He bit down. Bone cracked, a wet, splintering sound, and Bastard’s body went limp.

Alaric wasn’t satisfied. He lifted his head and ripped what remained apart, making damn sure the alien would never move again.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he turned to Attitude.

The last Ghengrill was frozen in place, black blood splattered across his sickly pale skin, his three bulbous eyes wide with horror. He tried to step back, but Alaric let out a low, rumbling growl that rooted him where he stood. A slow death, then. Alaric wanted him to know he was about to die.

Blood. So much blood.