Page 28 of Never Tamed (Bad Wolves #3)

Ren

M y back slams against the tile and I gasp, the shock of the cold mingling with the heat between my legs. Mathis’s hands are everywhere—gripping my hips, sliding inside me with that cruel, perfect precision I love.

My head falls back against the wall and every nerve ending sparks alive. Every inch of my skin is scorching with need. There is only Mathis and this growing, thriving pleasure between us.

“You want to know what’s been on my mind? Really?” His voice is rough, low. Almost a growl.

I know him. I know the feeling of him inside me in a way that’s much deeper than physical. Yet there have always been parts of Mathis’s mind that are closed off to me. He keeps much to himself, especially over the last week.

And what happened to his home.

Tonight, I can barely think past the way he’s touching me, the way his fingers curl inside me, drawing me to the edge. He pumps them inside my pussy until I’m moaning. My legs shake, my back arches.

I’m practically melting into him.

“Mathis…” I can’t even finish the sentence.

There is only his name. I’m losing myself as my orgasm starts to build and build. At once, I’m withering, gasping. Coming alive.

Ready to drag him over the edge with me.

“Mmm, sweetheart. You’re about to come,” he mutters.

I am. I’m so close.

He adds a second finger and slowly pushes them deep inside me before picking up the pace. My head spins at the brutal way he fingers me until I’m clutching at his shoulders and trembling.

Mathis doesn’t let me fall. He only plunges into me and fucks me with his fingers like they’re his cock.

“That’s it.” He breathes me in. “Let yourself go.”

My core flutters around him, squeezing tight.

“Seeing Flora and Owen with their kids…” He goes on. “It makes me want a family. With you. I want to fill you with my seed, Ren. I want to see you swell with my babies. I want you to be the one.”

Something in the aggressive honesty of the statement, the way he’s saying it while making me fall apart with his fingers, sends a shiver straight to my center. My pussy clenches as if my body recognizes exactly what he’s saying and craves it.

Kids? Nah. They’ve never been part of the equation for me. I’ve never wanted them and besides that, I was dying. I had an expiration date.

I lean back to stare at him.

This isn’t the first time he’s confessed something like this to me. Mathis is the ultimate family man. Back then, I partly wondered if he was joking. But there’s no doubt in my mind now that he’s not. He’s dead serious.

His cock hardens further between us and juts against my stomach.

“I told you,” I manage to squeak out. I glance at my upper arm where the birth control implant lays just under the skin. “I can’t have children. Not now.”

His gaze follows mine, and he bears his teeth. “That’s an easy fix.”

“Wait, what?”

Before I press for more, his fingers slide out of me and up my left arm. Something sharp pricks my skin, accompanied by a flash of pain, and when I glance down, his hand has partly shifted into long claws. Blood glides down my skin, quickly washed away under the shower’s spray.

Between his nails is a little plastic square.

My implant.

He’s got my implant in his fingers.

“What the fuck—”

Mathis clenches his fist tightly and then drops the damaged thing on the shower floor.

“Did you really just remove my birth control?” I flash my teeth at him.

My mind flicks back to the first time we’d met at Rudy’s bar, when he swiped my fake wedding ring right off my finger and crushed it in much the same way. Mathis always gets what he wants.

It’s part of being an alpha.

And then, he’d wanted me, to the point where he’d called me out on every lie I’d wrapped around me in protection.

Something must be really wrong with me because I’m so turned on, it’s insane.

I should be pissed or scared that he just removed the only thing keeping my uterus baby-free. Especially considering how many mates I have who don’t believe in condoms.

But I’m only thinking about his cock, and how his knot will feel as his cum spurts inside me and fills me to the brim.

Mathis watches me with a dark, dangerous gleam in his eyes. Then his dick nudges hard as steel at my entrance. He drags his claws down to my hip and he squeezes until I lift my leg slightly.

“Ren,” he growls, and the sound vibrates through me. “I want you. All of you. I want to mark you, breed you, make you mine.”

The words hit me like a blow. My knees threaten to buckle, but he holds me upright, shoving me harder against the tiles and grinding into me with relentless pressure.

I’m gasping. My hands tangle in his wet hair, pulling him closer.

More. I need more of him. He steals a kiss and thrusts his tongue between my lips. It’s claiming but also loving. It’s agonized. It’s hopeful.

“I want your body… want your womb… I want you carrying my children,” he says. “Every inch of you belongs to me, Ren. Every thought, every curve, every heartbeat.”

I need him, now . The mate bond flares brighter.

“Mathis,” I whisper. “Please. I can’t wait anymore.”

And that’s all it takes. He grabs my thigh, holding it tight around his waist, and slams into me with such force, I scream. It hurts.

My body wasn’t ready for the full size of him, but it doesn’t take long for my muscles to adjust and the pain to soothe to merciless pleasure. He pulls all the way out and thrusts in again. Then again.

The tile is cold against my back, but it only sharpens every sensation as his hips drive into mine with brutal intensity. I’m panting, breaths ragged. Every smacking sound of my hips against the tile echoes in the small, cramped space, acting as a reminder of how he owns me completely.

His cock is impossibly thick, stretching me deliciously. Every inch of him hits deep and it makes me see stars.

With another stolen kiss, he lifts me off the ground and forces me to wrap my legs around him. He stops only long enough to turn off the water before carrying us, connected, to the bed.

Mathis slams me down on the mattress and covers me with his body. My tits bounce with every punishing thrust. He circles his hips and pulls out before slamming home again.

His impossible rhythm forces me to hold on and breathe. He takes control and his eyes go dark, impenetrable.

“Yes, yes.” I tangle my fingers in his hair.

I kiss the life out of him. And when he’s had enough of this angle, he grabs me and flips onto his back, drawing me with him. Forcing me to ride him.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Ride me. Ride my cock,” he murmurs.

And then… I feel the swelling at the base of his cock start, the knot beginning to inflate. It presses into me, filling me entirely, stretching me to the edge of what I can take. All sensation goes into overload. I can’t think. I can barely draw air.

And my pussy clamps around him, pulling him deeper, milking him and keeping him inside.

Oh, god.

It’s too much. It’s just enough, because it’s him, and it’s me, and Mathis is knotting.

His teeth graze my jaw as he slams me harder into the mattress. “So tight, so fucking perfect—”

I feel it. When he looks at me this way, I feel perfect, in a way I never have in my life. My back arches, and he lifts me, angles me slightly, and slams into me from a way that has us slamming together harder. His cock goes deeper.

The bruising begins, sharp little flashes of pain that make me gasp and moan even louder.

“It’s too much,” I pant, shaking my head.

He grips my hips and forces me down harder. “It’s perfect.”

I’m trembling uncontrollably.

The knot swells further, impossibly thick at the base now, and my inner walls pulse around him as an orgasm builds, big and bright. Seconds later, everything tightens, curls, and twists inside me at once. I come a second time, all over his knot, and pleasure cascades in a warm wave through my body.

Distantly I’m aware of Torin and Noble through the bond, drinking in my pleasure like the finest wine.

Mathis chuckles darkly. “Every time you do that, sweetheart, it takes everything for me not to blow.”

His knot has locked me in place. His hand digs into my hips, holding me steady as he slams into me, each thrust hammering hard.

“Then don’t hold back.” I bend forward slightly and hold myself over him. “Give it to me.”

“I’m gonna—” he groans. His thrusts turn even more wild and relentless. “You’re mine.Mine, Ren. My mate forever.”

My hips jerk. The sensation of him locked inside me, knot throbbing, is mind blowing. I come again, a third time, and my pussy clenches. His dick pulses and, with a yell, Mathis shoots hot cum inside me.

He growls, his entire body shuddering.

His orgasm seems to last forever and cum leaks down my thighs. There’s so much of it, he definitely wasn’t kidding about the baby-making thing. I can’t worry about it right now.

Not when it feels so fucking good.

The slightest movement I make on the knot sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. I groan, all my muscles aching in that incredible way I love after some serious fucking.

He’s breathing heavily, his eyes glowing brighter.

Pressing his forehead to mine, he says softly, “I needed that.”

I chuckle. “Me too.”

After everything we’ve been through, this was the perfect little reprieve from the terrible.

To my surprise, Mathis doesn’t let me go, even after the waves of our climax settle. Instead, he angles me onto my side effortlessly, my leg still wrapped around his waist. His knot locks us together. All I can do is curl my arms around his neck and let him snuggle us together.

We’re both still soaking wet and puddles of water mark our exit from the shower.

Mathis doesn’t care. He peers over at me and smiles. “You’re incredible, Ren. So fucking beautiful.”

I shiver under him, letting my fingers trace up his spine. But the heat between us doesn’t fade. I can feel his cock stirring again, getting harder.

His eyes lock onto mine, and in them, I see the same insatiable hunger I’d seen in the shower.

Wow.

Straightening his arms so that he’s hovering over me again, he growls. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. I’m not done with you yet.”

The words make my chest pound. I never thought I'd fall for any of the alpha male bullshit. I spent the majority of my teen years running away from men like that because hell, who wants to be bossed around? I never guessed I’d like it so much.

There’s a difference between a man exerting his power over you because he’s lacking and a man who knows his own power doing it. Mathis is my mate.

He’d never hurt me.

We respect each other, and he’s the kind of person who will sacrifice himself willingly for the people he cares about.

I've seen it in action.

He’d go to the ends of the earth for his family, for me. So yeah. I’ve fallen for the alpha. And not one, but two.

More heat blossoms through the bond. The others want me to enjoy myself. They know I need this time with Mathis just as much as he does. It’s like air, like food, like water.

It’s shelter and it’s peace.

Then, he kisses my lips, claiming them. Claiming me. And I know right then and there that he’s right.

This is far from over.