Page 25 of Ravaging Red (Monsters of the Hollow Realm #1)
A Love Unbound
RED
T his wasn’t a dream.
It couldn’t be. It was a memory twisted into a nightmare, and it was warped by fear and the taste of blood. It held that lingering touch of something that hated everything I had come to love.
The creature was chasing me.
The woods were endless, my feet bare and bloody, as I ran. The trees tore at my red cloak, a blackness so heavy curled around my limbs, suffocating me. I could hear it behind me, its jagged claws raking over bark, its voice a broken whisper that slid inside my skull.
"He can’t protect you forever," it seethed.
I ignored it as I kept running, but it was insistent in its cruelty.
"You don’t belong to him." Its whisper surrounded me, and curled up my spine as I could only imagine death would.
"You’ll scream when I take you.” Its laughter was a wild screeching that echoed all around me.
I ran until my lungs burned, until my legs gave out, until I tripped and fell. I could feel it on top of me, and just before it reached me, just before its cold, talon-like hands wrapped around my throat, I saw it... it was watching him .
Rael.
He was standing in the center of a clearing beneath the Blood Moon, his body glowing, his claws soaked in blood, his chest rising and falling as he lowered his head to my breast and bit.
He had claimed me, and the mark flared violently, sacred, and unstoppable.
The creature screamed in pain. A shriek so sharp and broken it tore through the dream and startled me awake. I jolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat, my chest heaving, my body trembling as the final notes of that scream faded into the air around me.
I searched the room, my eyes darting left then right, trying to make out the shadows the moonlight missed. The Hollow was quiet, yet I was restless.
The bedroom was bathed in a fading crimson light, shafts of moonlight slipped through the uneven slats of the wooden shutters, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards.
The old walls groaned softly with the wind outside, and the air carried the scent of moss and firewood, of Rael’s fur and the remnants of our lovemaking.
The sheets were tangled around my legs, damp with sweat, and every breath felt too loud in the stillness.
It was beautiful in that eerie way only the Hollow could be.
It was wild and raw, full of things that should have scared me but didn’t anymore.
Something was stirring beneath my skin. The bond wasn’t just sealed now. It was alive . I could feel it threading through every nerve, every heartbeat. My body was hot and flushed. It was sensitive to every breath of air, every twitch of movement, and when I turned, I saw him.
Rael.
Sleeping soundly beside me, sprawled on his back, his chest rising slow and deep, the moonlight painting his dark fur, his large cock stretched high and hard against his stomach.
My mouth watered and I didn’t think, I just moved. Sliding beneath the thin sheet, I let my lips trail along his rippled abdomen, my tongue flicking out to taste the salt on his skin, the earthy heat of him. He didn’t stir, not yet. But his cock twitched, a soft sound escaping his throat.
I wanted to tease him and bring him to the brink of wild abandon just like he had done to me.
That was my sole intention as I wrapped my hand around the thick base, marveling at the sheer weight and size of him, the veins pulsing against my palm.
I leaned in, pressed a kiss to the head, then slowly, slowly slid my tongue around the red mushroomed tip.
His cock jerked and I knew he was mine. I slid my lips down over the head, while I slid my tongue beneath it, trying to get as much of him in my mouth as I could, his girth stretching my lips.
He gave out a low, deep and primal moan, stirring the wetness at my core.
I sucked him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, tasting the faint trace of salt and something uniquely him. My other hand stroked what I couldn’t take in my mouth, and I felt him wake, his growl filling the room.
"Fuck... Red."
His hand tangled in my hair, his hips rising into my mouth, but before I could take him again, he pulled me off with a snarl, flipped me onto the mattress, and shoved my legs apart.
“On all fours,” he growled. “Now.”
I obeyed, breathless, body already slick with need.
He knelt behind me, one hand gripping my hip, the other dragging over my ass, squeezing it, kneading it before he leaned down and bit my soft flesh.
His teeth sank into the curve of my ass, just hard enough to make me gasp and make my thighs shake.
He pulled back and slapped it once, sharp and hot, so possessive.
This is what my sex life had become. Wild and hot, so primal I couldn’t think, let alone run.
And somehow, with this new mark, my body had become even more willing and pliable.
I cried out, and he groaned. “You like that,” he said, dark amusement curling around every word.
Another slap. Harder this time.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Good girl.”
His hand glided down over my ass, between my thighs, until his fingers found the slick heat of my cunt. He teased me with a low growl, dragging a finger through my folds but never giving me what I craved, just enough to make me moan in frustration.
“Thought you could just take my cock in your mouth without permission?” he murmured darkly, the words hot against my back. “Slip those pretty lips over me as if it were yours to play with?”
"It is mine," I whimpered.
He slapped my ass again, the sting burning hot. He fisted my hair, yanking my head back until his mouth pressed against my ear. "Wrong, little Red. You're mine to play with."
I tried to speak, to give some smart remark, but he slipped two fingers through the mess between my legs and spanked my pussy sharply, the wet sound echoing in the air and I lost my senses. I cried out, arching my back, my body pulsing from the sharpness of it.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, spanking me again, this time rubbing the swollen flesh afterward, soothing and taunting all at once. “You love being punished. You love it when I take control.”
I was moaning, nodding, helpless beneath him.
“Next time, you beg,” he snapped, spanking my pussy once more, his voice a dark promise. “You want my cock, you earn it.”
He grabbed me by the hips and entered me in one brutal, perfect thrust, filling me so deep I saw stars.
My scream was muffled by the mattress, my nails digging into the sheets, my body trembling as he set a brutal pace.
His claws dug deep into my hips, causing a delicious pain as it mixed with pleasure.
Each thrust was merciless, the sound of our wet bodies colliding echoed through the small cabin.
His palm came down on my ass again, then slid over my thighs to my pussy, fingers parting my slick folds as he circled my clit while still pounding into me.
I sobbed into the mattress, overwhelmed and burning with pleasure.
“You feel that?” he growled. “That’s your pussy learning to behave. You don’t touch me unless I say. You don’t lick me unless I say.” He growled as he continued to spank my pussy.
I nearly collapsed, the sharp sting singing through me like fire and lightning. I moaned, louder, shamefully undone.
“You love it. You love being used like this?” he snarled.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, Rael.”
He grabbed my arms, yanked me upright until my back pressed against his chest. One arm locked around my waist, holding me open while the other slid up to cup my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples between his claws. His teeth grazed my neck, then bit down, holding me there in his grip.
“You’ll come for me like this,” he breathed against my ear. “While I’m buried deep inside you. While you surrender every last inch.”
The bed cracked beneath us, the frame already damaged from nights before, the wood groaning as he drove into me over and over.
He leaned forward, his massive hand sliding around to grab my breast, his teeth nipping at my neck. My body grew sensitive to his touch, igniting that fire in me even further.
“I want everything,” he snarled. “Your body. Your heart. Your surrender.”
I was already giving it to him, and he knew it.
My words came out in a whisper. "Gods, I love you. I love you, Rael."
He gave out a deep groan of satisfaction as his knot swelled, pumping his seed inside my womb as my body reacted. My orgasm consumed me, forcing me to buck on his cock and to chase the release. It was a perfect pleasure, my Wolf was perfect.