Page 16 of Ravaging Red (Monsters of the Hollow Realm #1)

“Because I didn’t want anything hindering you from feeling what it’s like for a monster to rip you apart.”

“It feels…good,” I moaned, letting my head fall back.

“It heals you. And I wanted to see you break for me.”

“I heal on my own,” I moaned.

“What?” He stilled, holding me in place. What do you mean by that, Red?”

“I-I don’t know. But I changed after you touched me.”

“How?” His concern was apparent as he pressed his forehead to mine. “Tell me, Red.”

“My senses are heightened, and I can heal on my own.”

“Fuck,” his cock twitched inside me, spilling more seed into me.

“Wh-what will your seed do to me?” I shuddered in his arms, enjoying the feeling.

“It won’t hurt you. You’ll take me easier. Don’t worry, little mate. This all just means we were fated.”

He loosened his grip on my hips so he could slowly pull back.

I whimpered as my pussy pulsed around him, milking another gush of precum into me.

Then he pushed back in, sliding more of himself into me.

I thought it impossible, but he stretched me wider, inch by impossibly thick inch.

I could feel every throb, every pulse of blood through his cock.

“I can’t,” I cried out, thighs shaking.

“You can,” he growled, possessive and rough. “You will . This body was meant for me.”

He gripped my hips and thrust harder, burying the last of his length inside with a wet suctioned sound that made my vision blur. The burn turned to ecstasy, heat blooming in my belly, radiating through my limbs. We both fell back against the soft mattress.

“You’re full,” he murmured. “So fucking full of your monster. Look at you…my mate’s tiny cunt wrapped around every inch of me.”

I blinked up at him, stunned. He was all the way inside me. And then he smiled down at me. A wide, wicked, monstrous smile. “Now I will fuck you.”

Without anymore hesitation, he began to jerk his hips, fucking me like he wanted to shatter me.

He was brutal, deep and violent . The bed slammed against the wall, creaking, groaning, then cracking under the weight of him.

The leather bit into my wrists as my arms yanked against the restraints, the rhythm of his cock pounding into my core, finally destroying me.

I screamed his name over and over. “Rael!”

He howled, slamming into me harder. The wooden posts splintered . My wrists tore free, and I didn’t hesitate, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, clung to him as his massive cock slid in and out of me, clung to him like he was the only thing left in both our worlds.

A nd maybe he was.

He slid back on his haunches, lifting me easily, like I weighed nothing. I cried out as his cock shifted inside me, deeper from this new angle.

He cradled me in his lap, and I began to rock, helpless and aching, drunk on him.

I felt the pulse of his knot beginning to swell at the base, and my body betrayed me again, arching up into him, clenching, aching.

He laughed low. “There's my perfect little mate.”

Every thrust after that was meant to remind me I didn’t belong to myself anymore.

And the worst part?

I didn’t want to.

His hands moved to my ass, guiding me, lifting me up and dragging me back down, making sure I took him again and again, the stretch of his knot pushing at my entrance, threatening to lock me in place.

“You were made for this,” he growled, mouth closing around my breast, sucking hard as he thrust up. “You were made for this cock. Look at you. Bouncing for me. Dripping for me.”

I was so slick. My juices coating him, running down his base, pooling beneath us. My nipples grazed his furred chest, painfully sensitive, and he grabbed me under my arms, shoving me off him just enough so that his tongue licked them again, curling and sucking.

“I’m going to fill you,” he said darkly, thrusting harder. “I’m going to come so deep inside you, you’ll taste it on your tongue. And then I’ll do it again. And again. Until this pussy learns to open the moment I walk into a room. Until I’ve bred you.”

“Please,” I sobbed, shaking. “I can’t…”

“You can ,” he growled, hand gripping my ass tight. “But I need to hear it.”

He slowed, taking his cock out and grinding my body against it, the large head pressing against every tender, swollen spot.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, cock teasing through the slick heat of my cunt, dragging over my clit with filthy precision. “Say it, Red. Say what this perfect little cunt needs .”

“I need it,” I gasped, voice hoarse and broken, shaking with every ragged breath I took as I clung to him. “Please… give it to me.”

Rael stilled beneath me. “What do you need, little Red?” he asked again, voice cruel as he tortured me.

“Your knot,” I cried. “Gods, please, I need your knot. I need to feel it inside me. I need to be full. Claimed. I want it all.”

My breath hitched as he growled, a deep and satisfied rumble that reverberated along every nerve of my heated body. His head snapped back as a low, dark laugh poured from his throat.

“Yessss,” he hissed and let out a guttural grunt, his eyes glowing molten with triumph. “My needy little mate. Finally asking for what only I can give her.”

He perched me on his dick, sliding me down on it with ease.

I felt it twitched inside me, and then he moved.

Thrusting deeper, grinding the base of his shaft against the soaked lips of my pussy.

I felt the knot swelling. It was thick and blunt, almost terrifying as it began to press insistently against my entrance.

It felt like a second cock trying to force its way inside.

“This will stretch you,” he grunted. “More than anything ever has. But you’ll take it. My mate will take all of it.”

I could barely speak. My mouth held open, my pants soundless as he began to move again, slow at first, then faster, slamming up into me with a rhythm so devastating, so perfect, I saw stars behind my eyelids.

Then…the knot. It pushed harder, thicker now, catching with every thrust, a heavy pressure against my opening.

“Rael,” I whimpered, as fear creeped in.

“I know, my dirty girl,” his whisper filled with both filth and tenderness. “You want to cum. You’re right there, aren’t you? Your pussy’s fluttering around me. So close. So fucking close.”

“Yes,” I sobbed.

He grinned and slammed up. The knot forced its way past the threshold. My body screamed as it finally came undone.

The orgasm didn’t start in my core, it started in my toes .

A soft, delicious tingling that curled through my feet, into my calves, up my thighs like fire winding through nerves.

Then it hit my spine, a hot punch of electricity that arched my back violently.

My hands gripped his shoulders, fingernails biting into skin and muscle as my body locked up and then shattered.

I was sobbing and moaning, mouth open, eyes rolled back, cunt spasming around the thick knot now buried deep inside me, locked tight, pulsing as his cock sprayed fresh, hot cum.

He roared. A loud feral sound that ignited my senses. His mouth crushed to my throat as he thrust shallowly, grinding through the tight lock of our bodies, emptying himself into me again and again, until I felt oddly fulfilled. I had been claimed in every way a monster could claim his mate.

“You feel that?” he growled in my ear. “That heat? That stretch? That’s mine, Red. You were made for this knot. Keep cumming for me, my dirty little human.”

I couldn’t answer. I was lost and broken by pleasure.

Ruined by the one and only monster who could make me beg for it.

And I never wanted the pleasure to end.