Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

K endra

The wolf reached down and pulled me to my feet. In a rush, he pressed me against the wall, caging me in with his large form as I struggled to catch my breath.

The wolf’s breath was hot on the back of my neck, coming out in ragged, uneven gasps that sent a shiver racing down my spine. His chest pressed against me, each rise and fall pushing me harder into the wall, his heartbeat thudding against my back, wild and erratic.

I could feel every inch of him, the solid weight of his body, the way the rough, newly sprouted fur brushed against my bare skin. He was so close, so impossibly close, and there was nowhere for me to go, nowhere to escape.

Nowhere for me to run.

“Let me go,” I choked out, my voice catching, barely more than a whisper. But even as I said it, I knew it wouldn’t make a difference. He wasn’t listening. Or maybe he couldn’t anymore. The part of him that might have understood, the part that might have hesitated, seemed to be slipping further and further away.

His fingers curled around my arm, not tight, but enough to keep me in place, enough to remind me of the strength he held, the power simmering just beneath the surface.

Of the fact that I was nothing more than a human and he was a powerful wolf.

His head dipped lower, and I felt the tip of his nose graze my shoulder, a low, rumbling growl vibrating through his chest. It wasn’t threatening, not exactly—it was almost as if he were trying to ground himself, to find some anchor in the storm that raged within him.

And then it was gone like a swirl of ash in the wind.

“No,” he growled, his voice carrying with it a feral sense of overarching authority.

His hand grabbed my ass, squeezing it tight with his fingers, firm and unyielding. I gritted my teeth, the pain of his grip ruthless. His claws dug into my flesh, not nearly hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to send a message that I was to be an obedient girl, not a defiant one. Each tiny pinprick stung, and it took everything in me to swallow my cries.

Not that it mattered.

Before I could brace myself, he swung his hand back and brought it down hard, his palm colliding with my backside in a way that sent a shockwave of pain and heat radiating through my body. The impact was different this time, stronger, more primal. It felt like his strength had doubled, his hand no longer merely flesh and blood but something much more powerful.

I gasped, biting down on my lip so hard I tasted blood, but I refused to cry out, refused to give him the satisfaction.Each smack was pure pain, but my clit pulsed as if it had its own heartbeat anyway.

He punished me for my defiance, forcing me to accept every hard swat and there was nothing I could do but take it. Each smack made my hips jerk forward against the padded wall. Every smack sounded like a gunshot, deafening and loud, and I wondered if anyone walking by could hear it.

That only made things worse.

Again and again, his hand came down, every blow carrying the full weight of his strength, as though he were trying to imprint himself on me, to force me to understand the power he held. I gasped with each strike, my fingers curling into the padded wall, nails digging into the soft surface as I fought to stay upright, to hold onto whatever scraps of dignity I had left.

He didn’t just spank me.

He blistered my ass until there was nothing other than the sting of his palm and the scalding blaze that encompassed my entire backside. Tears blurred my vision, and I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting to get through it.

Until I finally gave in.

Until I gave him my full surrender.

Until he took it for himself.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded, his voice carrying with it a hint of unhinged primal savagery that made my thighs quiver and my clit pulse.

Sniffling, I shuffled one foot to the side and then the other until I felt exposed enough. Dissatisfied with my efforts, he used his foot to kick my legs wider apart and before I knew what was happening, his hand slipped between my thighs and caressed my pussy.

My soaking wet pussy.

I couldn’t stop the strangled cry that emerged from my throat at his heated touch. His rough fingers slid over my wet folds, silently exploring my abject shame.

I was afraid and aroused and I didn’t understand why. I didn’t understand why I enjoyed the feeling of his fingertips touching me there either.

Mariah and Lia had suggested that sometimes the women might enjoy being bred, but I had never imagined that I would.

His touch ventured forward until he caressed my clit, circling it gently, once, twice, and I moaned, the sound low in my throat. I wanted to take it back, but I couldn’t. I didn’t need to turn to know that his ears had twitched, that he’d heard such a shameful sound come from me. I closed my eyes and gulped past the lump in my throat as he pulled his fingers away from me, grateful for the respite from whatever this was.

It didn’t last long.

In an instant, his wet fingers were pushing between my lips and before I could even think to bring my lips together, they were already pressing against the back of my throat.

And then the taste of my own arousal washed over my tongue. A musky sweet flavor overcame my senses and I gagged, immediately overwhelmed. I tried to pull my head back, but he didn’t allow it. His other hand pressed against the back of my neck, keeping me in place no matter how hard I fought.

“You can bite down if you need to,” he said hoarsely, and I realized with horror that his cock was nestled between my legs. The tip edged at my entrance and for a moment, I panicked and thrashed against him, but even I knew it was useless.

The time for my first breeding had finally come.

And just like that, the man was gone. The wolf took over, his primal urges driving him forward, and before I could even draw a breath, his cock surged inside me.

It was so sudden, so unexpected, that all the air left my lungs in a single rush, and for a moment, the world seemed to shift, the edges of my vision blurring as I struggled to make sense of what was happening. In an instant, my whole world lit up with pain as the blazing hot spike of his cock pierced through my virgin barrier.

It hurt.

It hurt more than I could have ever imagined. The feeling was unlike anything else, a searing, burning agony that radiated from deep inside me, making it impossible to focus, to breathe.

He didn’t give me time to adjust. He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down. He simply pushed deeper, stretching me, filling me, until I felt like I was going to tear apart. My legs shook, my knees threatening to give out, but somehow, I managed to stay upright.

He drew his hips back after that, pulling out of me almost all of the way, and then he slammed into me, hard and deep, filling me completely, stretching me wide, and I could feel the heat and pressure building, the steady throb of his cock.

Then he did it again.

And again.

His thrusts were hard, punishing, each stroke sending a fresh wave of agony rippling through me, but mixed in with the pain was something else, something I couldn’t quite name, a feeling I couldn’t explain, but I recognized it for what it was.

Desire.

My body betrayed me, responding to him despite everything, and I hated myself for it.

But still, the wolf didn’t stop.

His pace was relentless, unyielding, and it was all I could do to cling to the wall as he slowly picked up the pace, pounding his cock into me over and over again as the heat in my body swiftly spiraled out of my control. My core squeezed tight, and my lungs seized as fire surged inside my core.

It was too much.

Too intense.

The pain.

The pleasure.

Everything was so raw, so overwhelming, and I felt like I was going to burst, like the pressure building inside me was going to tear me apart. With every thrust, the pain began to subside, little by little, until all that was left was a dull ache and then the rampant heat surging through my veins quickly took its place.

I was sweating now, trembling, my muscles shaking uncontrollably as the sensations rushed through me, and it was all I could do to stay standing, to keep myself from collapsing into a puddle on the floor.

I didn’t want to like it.

I didn’t want it to feel good, but as the seconds passed, the pleasure racing through my body was almost more than I could bear.

The wolf continued his assault, his thrusts coming faster, harder, each stroke sending a shockwave of pure bliss pulsing through me, and I found myself pushing back, meeting his strokes, matching his rhythm. I rocked my hips, taking him deeper with every thrust and soon enough, my body was poised on the edge of something that threatened to tear me to pieces.

I was going to come.

The realization struck me with the force of a sledgehammer, and I froze, my muscles tensing, every nerve in my body screaming as I hung there, teetering on the precipice of my orgasm, when his hand snaked around my hip and brushed my clit.

That was all it took.

That tiny, fleeting contact was enough to push me over the edge, and I felt my release explode through me, shattering any hope I had of resisting. The pleasure was blinding, all-consuming, and I felt my whole body seize, my muscles tensing, clenching, as a moan flew free from my lips before I even had the forethought to stop it.

Waves of ecstasy surged through me, crashing over me like a tsunami, and it was all I could do to cling onto consciousness as the wolf continued his relentless assault, his thrusts never slowing, never stopping, not even for a moment. My inner walls clamped around him like a vise, yet he still pounded into me with the vigor of a wild animal.

He rutted me from behind.

His cock plunged in and out of me, his movements wild, uncontrolled, the sound of his balls slapping against my wet skin echoing off the walls.

I felt his fingers twitch against my clit, and then the claws on his other hand dug into my hip as he held me in place, forcing me to take him, every thick inch, again and again and again as my orgasm whirled through me with the power of a category five hurricane.

It was too much.

It was too intense.

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t do anything except surrender.

The sensation was overwhelming, all-consuming, and for a moment, I felt like I was floating, drifting through the air like ashes on the wind, and then before I could even think to stop it, another orgasm ripped through me with the power of a tidal wave.

I screamed, my body trembling, every muscle in my body straining, but the wolf didn’t slow, didn’t stop.

He kept pounding into me, his pace never faltering, his cock pistoning in and out of me, faster, harder, deeper, each stroke sending a fresh surge of pleasure tearing through me, and I didn’t know how much more I could take, didn’t know how much longer I could last, but it didn’t matter.

Because none of this was up to me.

And even if it was, I didn’t know if I would even put a stop to it. One orgasm bled into the next, the sensations whirling through my body like a tornado, ripping me apart and threatening to never put me back together again. There was no fighting it.

There was simply surrender.

His fingers pressed down on my clit, and I threw my head back, writhing against him as I lost control completely. The sound that tore free from my lips was somewhere between a moan and a scream, the sensation of his touch mingling with the overwhelming pleasure radiating from the depths of my core, and suddenly, the agonizing ecstasy was too much.

My body went rigid, every muscle tensing, and then the world around me erupted in a brilliant white light, the intensity of my orgasm threatening to consume me whole.

I was floating, falling, spinning, and everything else seemed to fall away until there was only me, him, and nothing else. Pain and pleasure transformed into one intoxicating sensation and there was nothing for me to do but to take what he was giving me.

And take it I did.

I didn’t know how much more I could take, and yet, still, he didn’t stop.

The pleasure was indescribable, almost unbearable, and yet, I didn’t want it to end, and that caused a spiral of shame to rock through me to the core.

I was a human.

He was a wolf .

I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying the way his thick, throbbing shaft plunged into my pussy, sending a fresh surge of ecstasy crashing through me.

I wasn’t supposed to like the feeling of his balls slapping against my skin with each thrust.

I wasn’t supposed to enjoy the way his fingers dug into my flesh, his claws threatening to break the surface.

But I was.

I was enjoying every second of it.

I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, his knot expanding, stretching me even wider, and then without warning, his grip tightened on my clit, his claws digging into the sensitive nub, and the sensation was enough to send me over the edge once more.

My inner walls clamped around him tightly, the muscles in my thighs shaking uncontrollably, and I could feel his cock twitching, the muscles in his legs trembling as he thrust into me over and over again.

I don’t know how many times I came after that.

It was all a blur, a haze of pleasure and pain, a dizzying whirlwind of sensation, and all I could do was hang on for dear life. His pace was relentless, unyielding, and it was all I could do to hold myself together, to keep from shattering into a million pieces.

The pleasure was overwhelming, all-consuming, and even as another orgasm ripped through me with the force of a lightning strike, I could still feel him inside me, his cock throbbing, pulsing, his knot swelling, and I knew, deep down, that he was getting close.

I could hear it in his breathing, the low, rumbling growl that emanated from his throat, the way his claws dug into my hip, his grip tightening, his pace never faltering, and the thought terrified and exhilarated me.

His pace was brutal, relentless, and I lost myself in the sensation of everything that was him. His scent swirled around me, enveloping me, and I could feel his presence everywhere, his power, his strength, the raw, primal need that fueled him.

And then, with one final, powerful thrust, his knot swelled, locking us together, and I felt his release shoot through me, hot and thick, filling me to the brim.

My inner walls clenched around him tightly, milking him, and I couldn’t stop the scream that flew from my throat, my body convulsing as a final orgasm tore through me, ripping me to shreds. I knew I would never be the same again.

And then, without warning, he leaned in, his mouth brushing against my shoulder, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver racing down my spine.

I opened my mouth to protest, to demand he explain himself, but the words died in my throat as his teeth grazed my skin, sharp and dangerous, and my entire body went rigid.

“W-what are you doing?” I whispered, my voice so hoarse that it was barely audible, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed harder, his canines sinking deep into the flesh of my shoulder.

The pain flared, hot and sudden, and I felt something crack open inside me, something raw and aching, and before I knew it, I was trembling, my breath hitching as he held me there, his teeth locked into my skin. It wasn’t like the spanking or even the fucking; this was something deeper, something more intimate, as though he were trying to claim a piece of me, to mark me in a way that went beyond just the physical.

This was raw. Primal. Instinctual.

He growled low in his throat, the vibration of it reverberating through me, and I felt my knees weaken, my body unconsciously leaning into him, as if it recognized something familiar, something that called to the deepest parts of me. It didn’t make sense—none of this made sense—but I couldn’t fight it. I couldn’t deny the way his bite seemed to anchor me, to connect me to him in a way that was both terrifying and strangely comforting.

It was like the two of us had been tethered as one.

When he finally pulled back, I let out a shaky breath, my skin tingling, my heart hammering against my ribs. He lingered close, his lips brushing against the mark he’d left, and I felt his breath hitch, as if the act had cost him something, as if it had bound him to me just as much as it had bound me to him.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice low, rough, but the words hung in the air, heavy with a weight that settled deep in my bones. His breath tickled the tiny hairs on the backs of my ears, sending shivers down my spine. His knot began to deflate, and he slowly pulled free of me.

Carefully, he turned me around to face him. His eyes locked on mine, that molten gold flickering with something raw, something almost tender, and for a split second, I believed that maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t going to be as terrifying as I thought.

As he hovered above me, his face was inches from mine, every detail etched with an intensity that seemed to sear itself into my memory. He was beautiful in a raw, untamed way, with sharp features that made my breath catch in the back of my throat.

His cheekbones were high and defined, casting shadows in the dim light, and a faint scar traced its way through his left eyebrow, barely noticeable but adding a hint of ruggedness to his otherwise perfect features.

His eyes, though—those were what captured me. They glowed an eerie amber, flickering with the remnants of the beast within him, yet there was something achingly human buried deep within their depths. The pupils, still slightly elongated and lupine, shifted and pulsed with a light that made it seem as though they could see straight through me, stripping away every barrier, every defense I tried to put up. It was as if he could peer into the very core of my being, unearthing all the fear, defiance, and vulnerability I fought so hard to hide.

It was unnerving and comforting all in the same breath.

His lips were parted slightly, his breaths coming out in ragged, uneven bursts. The stubble along his jaw was dark, peppered with hints of gray, and as he clenched his teeth, the muscles in his neck stood out in taut lines, betraying the effort it took for him to hold himself back.

There was a wildness in him, a barely contained ferocity that threatened to consume him, but as he looked at me, I could see something else—a softness to his gaze that made my heart pulse with feeling.

And then, chaos erupted.

A piercing thwip cut through the air, and I barely registered the sound before he jerked violently, his entire body going rigid. His eyes widened in shock, confusion flashing across his features, and he stumbled back, one hand flying to his neck where a thin metal dart tipped with a red feather protruded. I blinked, my mind struggling to catch up with what I was seeing, and before I could open my mouth to ask what was happening, he crumpled to his knees.

“No!” I shouted, reaching out to catch him as he slumped forward, his weight collapsing into me. His breathing had gone shallow, uneven, his body twitching as whatever drug was in that dart flooded his veins.

“What’s happening?” I gasped, my hands shaking as I tried to keep him upright even as I was failing.

His eyes, now hazy and unfocused, met mine one last time, and I saw fear there, genuine fear, before they slid shut, his body going limp.

“Stay with me,” I whispered, my voice desperate, but he was already gone, already falling into unconsciousness, and I was left holding his dead weight, struggling to keep him from slipping out of my grasp.

Then the door slammed against the wall with a deafening crash, and a group of men flooded the room, their movements swift and efficient. I tried to pull him closer, to shield him somehow, but they were on us in an instant, wrenching him out of my arms, dragging him away from me with a strength that left me staggering back against the wall.

“Stop! What are you doing?” I screamed, trying to push past them, trying to reach him, but one of the men grabbed my shoulders, shoving me back with such force that I slammed into the padded wall, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs.

They didn’t answer me. They didn’t even look at me. It was as if I wasn’t there. They swarmed around him, their movements precise and unyielding, securing his wrists and ankles with thick metal restraints, as if he were some kind of wild animal that needed to be caged.

“Wait!” I pleaded, my voice hoarse, broken.

But they weren’t listening. It took several of them to hoist him up, and I watched, helpless, as they carried him toward the door, my heart pounding, every instinct screaming at me to do something, to stop them, to fight them off and save the man that just came in and bred me.

I didn’t understand it.

I took a step forward, my hands clenched into fists, but another man stepped in front of me, blocking my path, and he shook his head once, a silent warning.

And then, without another word, they were gone, the door slamming shut behind them, leaving me alone in the padded room as the echoes of their footsteps faded into silence.

I lifted my hand and grazed the mark on my shoulder, trying to figure out what it meant.

For whatever reason, I had a bad feeling about it.

That it would have consequences…