Chapter 13

Chapter

Thirteen

P iper moaned as he backed her into the metal siding of the lean-to, trapping her there as he managed to remove the shirt she hadn't had time to button. She was naked again and she was pretty damn sure Rémy could tell just how wildly aroused she was. He pressed her into the wall and ran his hand down her back, cupping and squeezing her well-spanked and painful ass. While he pinned her with one hand, his other slipped between her thighs, parted her labia and found her swollen clit. Pressing his thumb against it, he let his fingers explore the wet folds of her sex.

"Rémy, no."

"Piper, yes. You are mine and by the time we return to Rivière Du Loup, there will be none who doubt it, most especially you."

He continued to rumble at her, allowing the sound to sink into her soul while his kisses stole her breath and her ability to think coherently. Her mind was in neutral, and her libido was in overdrive. Her hard nipples scraped against the fabric of his shirt, sensitizing them and making her want his mouth on them again. Everything was crashing around her—emotion, sensation, arousal, need—all of it was pushing her toward what she knew was the point of no return. If he managed to claim her, to sink his teeth into her throat and mark her as his, no one would challenge his right to have her, not even her father.

He lifted his head and stepped back, a predatory smile crossing his face. It should have terrified her or angered her. It should have made her want to fight back, save herself from the one wolf she'd wanted her whole life. But it didn't do any of that. He bumped his hips into her, the hard line of his erection rubbing against her belly.

The low rumble had gone from dominating to seductive and seemed to be a part of his mating call to her. She howled as he lowered his head, sucking in her pebbled peak, swirling his tongue around it before settling in to suckle. One hand came up to lave affection on her other nipple as he used his thigh between her legs and his lower body to pin her to the wall. He rubbed his denim-clad leg against her clit, making her hiss and bite her lip to keep from crying out again.

"Give it up, ma chére. This is neither a fight you can nor want to win."

His hand slid behind her, stroking down her spine and splaying across her backside possessively. Running his finger down the cleft between her butt cheeks, he pressed against her dark rosette. She wanted to protest, to do something, anything to make him stop. Liar! her mind screamed. All she wanted was to encourage him to make her his own in the most ancient way of their kind. His hands and mouth moved around her body as if she was an exotic instrument and he was the maestro of her heart and soul.

He nibbled upward from her breast, nipping, licking, and sucking his way back to her mouth. He captured it, kissing her possessively while his hands came up to palm and play with her breasts. Piper arched into him as he fondled them, rolling her nipples between his thumb and fingers. Suddenly he gave them a good tug followed by a firm pinch. The real problem was his hands and mouth worked in tandem, but all of them did something different which kept her off balance. She sagged against him in surrender to both of their needs.

Rémy stepped back and turned her around before pressing her into the wall. He brought her hands up so she could use them for balance, spanking her ass when she tried to remove them and rumbling encouragingly to her when she put them back. He nuzzled her neck and ran his hands up and down the length of her body, then used one to play with and tweak her nipples. Rémy maneuvered her into place, pulling on her hips to make her step back so that she was now leaning against the wall, his cock nestled in the crack of her ass.

Kicking her legs apart, she felt his hand working the button fly of his jeans.

"Rémy no, not like this. Not our first time."

" Non , Piper. Normally an alpha puts his mate in the corner when he has disciplined her and then takes her there to reinforce the lesson. If you wanted sweet words and gentle caresses, you should never have run from me, much less kicked me in the nuts. Besides, I am told both your brother and father claimed their mates the first time like this, and it seems to have worked out well for both of them."

Piper brought her head back to try and smash his nose, but he was too quick. Rémy stepped back, then pinned her to the wall again and brought his hand down hard several times on her ass in quick succession, making her dance to try and avoid his swats.

When he was finished spanking her, he pulled her back into position. She felt him rubbing the bulbous head of his cock against her painful ass, then probing for and finding the entrance to her wet heat. His chuckle was the only warning she received before he shoved himself inside her—hard, fast and deep. Piper's surrendered scream of ecstasy as she climaxed surprised her and was accompanied by his low groan of pleasure. That was followed by a quiet, sensual chuckle that seemed to race across her sensitized skin and sink into her pores.

Never had she felt so alive, so dominated, or so cherished as Rémy began to thrust in and out. Her pussy spasmed rhythmically, fighting to come again. Each time they bumped into the metal wall, her nipples ached. Piper's legs trembled and her knees threatened to buckle. Never before had she responded to a man or wolf as she did now to Rémy. She wondered if she might actually faint, as her breath became shallow and rapid. It would be a first as well. She couldn't seem to control anything as her sheath shuddered all along the hard rod driving in and out of her.

He fucked her hard, his hips slamming into her backside so that she couldn't think, and it didn't seem like he would ever stop. The instant he drove deep inside her, he pulled himself back only to do it again. There was nothing else but Rémy—his hands holding her in a vice grip, refusing to let her move with him. She got the message loud and clear—he was the one doing the fucking, she was the one who was getting fucked. The last rational remnant of her brain said she should resent that, but she didn't. All she could feel was the way he pounded inside her and when he rumbled, she knew there was no place she'd rather be. The way he hammered her pussy made her upper body press uncomfortably into the metal wall again and again.

The pairing of his primal grunts and groans with his deep, rhythmic rumbling combined to make her unable to resist him. She moaned and howled and screamed as she came a second and then a third time. Nothing had ever prepared her for a possession like this. Rémy nipped her ear while his thrusting became more powerful and frenzied and her entire body shook as he claimed her completely. She barely had time to catch her breath before her pussy clamped down, shuddering all along his length. It wasn't just her pussy where he plundered her with his cock or her hips where he held her tightly where she felt his dominance—it was as if every part of her body had been transformed into some kind of fuck toy just for him.

Her nipples ached and she longed to have his mouth soothe, tease, and arouse her again. His hard cock continued to stroke her, rasping her inner walls and sensitizing them so that only he would ever be able to satisfy the need he had created. She cried out his name as he slammed into her with a final, brutal thrust, then allowed his cock to simply throb inside her before slowly withdrawing. Piper howled in frustration. Rémy chuckled.

He turned her so her back was against the wall and lowered his mouth to hers, running his tongue along the seam of her lips and sliding it inside as she opened for him. Rémy ran his hand down her back, cupping her bottom, while the other lifted her leg, wrapping it around his hip. Now he could stand more closely pressed against her sex. He slid his fingers between her folds, teasing her clit briefly before penetrating her core. Tenderly he covered her face with gentle butterfly kisses and began nibbling his way down her throat.

Piper realized she had been completely unprepared for Rémy Gautier. She was powerless against his unrelenting desire. He fingered her until she climaxed again. Before she could even begin to recover, he slipped both hands under her ass and lifted her off her feet, only to lower her down again onto his waiting cock. She cried out—not in pain but in complete rapture. She was so enthralled with him that she came even before he took one full stroke. He began pounding into her then—grunting, growling, and groaning, expressing his level of pleasure.

Rémy grasped her jaw in one hand while supporting her weight with the other. He tilted her head, baring her throat.

"Rémy, please no…"

"Yes, ma chére. You will be marked and mated and there will be no one who can deny it—even you."

Holding her steady, he lowered his head to her throat, his strength and the way he had her impaled on his cock preventing her from getting away. He began to thrust again, ramping up her need for him. She pushed against his shoulders, but he was far too big and strong, and she knew what it was to be helpless in his arms.

Piper cried out and she orgasmed again, her response to his violent lovemaking coating his cock as it ravaged her pussy. He nibbled down her throat, licking and nipping the delicate skin that he meant to mark. As her body bowed, she felt his teeth bear down in a single savage bite. He held her in his teeth, and he thrust into her hard and fast, his cock beginning to twitch and swell. Within seconds his cum exploded into her, coating her plundered pussy with its soothing warmth.

Rémy released her throat, kissing the bleeding wound before coming up to her mouth and kissing her deeply.

"Mine," he growled.

Piper sagged against him, unable to move as he finished emptying himself into her. He secured both of her legs around his waist, locking his brawny arms beneath her ass to ensure she was secured to him. Surely he didn't mean to carry her back to the shack like this, did he? She moaned and squirmed in his arms, but he held her close.

"Shh, chére . It will be all right. I have you. Do not fight me, my beloved. Should you manage to free yourself from my cock, it will cost you a hard ten over my knee."

He carried her with ease back to the shack, speared on his cock. The rhythm of his gait caused her need to spike again, and she clung to him as she climaxed a final time. She was exhausted and knew he meant to take her to bed, most likely to knot and tie before the day was over.