29. Kali

29

KALI

L ast night, Matias didn't touch me again, which only put me more on edge. I can't believe he feasted on me while I slept and how much it turned me on.

The shame is still plaguing me, making it impossible to rest. I lie awake, hyper-aware of every creak and shift in the cabin, my body tense with anticipation. This twisted dance we're engaged in leaves me utterly unmoored.

At some point, I must drift off as I wake to an empty bed and am half thankful, half disappointed. I sit up, the sheets pooling around my waist, and scan the room. It's eerily quiet, devoid of Matias's domineering presence. I let out a shaky breath, some of the tension easing from my shoulders.

As I swing my legs over the side of the bed, I catch sight of a tray on the small table near the window. Steam rises from a bowl, and the aroma of oatmeal fills the air.

I approach the table cautiously, half-expecting Matias to materialize from the shadows. But the cabin remains still, save for the gentle crackle of the fire in the hearth in the living room. Tentatively, I sit down and peer into the bowl of oatmeal.

I stare at the oatmeal, and my appetite diminishes. My mind is racing as I wonder where Matias has gone and what he has planned for me.

Just as I'm about to take a tentative bite, the cabin door creaks open. I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. Slowly, I turn to face the entryway, and my breath catches in my throat.

Matias stands there, completely naked, a pile of firewood cradled in his arms. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his toned, muscular body, glistening with sweat. He meets my gaze, a predatory smile spreading across his lips.

"Enjoying your breakfast, baby?" he purrs, setting the wood down by the fireplace.

"Where have you been?" I ask, even though it's a stupid question. I can see the wood in his arms, he's just making me nervous.

Matias moves closer. "I was gathering wood," he says, his voice low and rough. "We're going back to our primal roots, Kali. No clothes, no distractions. Just you and me."

My heart races as he sits down across from me, his naked form on full display. I avert my gaze, but I can feel the weight of his stare.

"The rules are simple," he continues, his tone brooking no argument. "From this moment on, you'll wear nothing. Your body belongs to me, and I'll do with it as I please."

"Matias, I..."

He raises a hand, silencing me. "No more protests. This is how it's going to be. Now, eat your breakfast. You'll need your strength for what's to come."

I stare at him, torn between common sense and the insanity of this situation. Slowly, I pick up the spoon and take a tentative bite of the oatmeal, unable to tear my eyes from his.

Matias watches me. "Good girl," he praises, his voice thrilling me.

I finish the oatmeal silently. My body is on edge, every sense heightened by his raw, primal energy.

As soon as the last bite passes my lips, Matias stands and pulls me to my feet. His hands are rough as they grip my shoulders, and I can feel his hot breath on my neck. Slowly, he begins to undress me.

I stand still, my breath coming in short gasps as he strips me. When he's done, I feel vulnerable and exposed.

Matias steps back, his eyes raking over my bare form. "You're beautiful," he muses. "But you know what I want now."

I swallow hard, my eyes dropping to the hard erection between his legs. His cock is thick, long and hard, a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip. A rush of heat floods my core.

Matias notices my gaze and chuckles darkly. "You like the power I have over you, don't you? The way I can make you want me with just a look."

I remain silent, my cheeks flaming with shame and desire. He knows his effect on me, and he revels in it.

"Get on your knees, Kali," he commands, his voice brooking no refusal. "Show me how much you want this dick."

My knees hit the floor, and I lean forward, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth. The taste of him explodes on my tongue, and I moan softly, the vibration pleasing him.

"Fuck," he curses, his hands tangling in my hair. "Suck it, baby. Take all of me."

I obey, taking him deeper into my throat, reveling in the way his breath quickens and his grip tightens in my hair. My power over him now is heady, and I feel a spark of triumph even as I submit to him.

Matias growls, his hips thrusting as he seeks the back of my throat. "That's it," he groans. "Take me deeper. Make me forget my name."

I hum in response, making him grip my hair tighter.

"God damn it, rabbit. I could spend all day fucking your tight little throat." He slams into my throat harder, choking me with the huge size of his cock. I struggle to breathe through my nose, saliva and tears spilling down my face. And I love it. What that says about me, I don't know.

Why do I love him degrading me, treating me like a slut?

"Oh fuck," he groans, his hips stuttering as he yanks his dick out of my mouth. Suddenly he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me to my feet. The sting shoots straight down my spine, making me whimper.

"Do you remember the games we played in Mexico?" he whispers into my ear. "The way I pursued you? The way I made you mine?"

I nod because I remember every touch, every whispered threat, every delicious moment.

"I want you to run like you did then," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "Run into the woods, and I'll chase you. I'll hunt you down, and when I catch you, I'm going to fuck you like an animal. I'm going to breed your cunt, mark you as mine."

His words send a rush of heat between my legs.

He delivers a sharp smack to my ass. "Run, little rabbit," he growls.

Without a word, I turn and bolt out of the cabin's door into the woods. The cold morning air whips against my bare skin, but I barely notice. Adrenaline courses through my veins as I sprint, my heart pounding. I hear his footsteps behind me, closing in. I run faster, ducking under branches and leaping over fallen logs.

I can sense him gaining on me, his presence like a dark, alluring force. The chase thrills me and makes me feel alive in a way I've missed since Mexico. I want him to catch me, to take me with brutal, consuming passion.

Suddenly, he's on me, grabbing my waist and spinning me around. I find myself pressed against a tree, the rough bark scraping my skin. He crushes his mouth to mine, kissing me fiercely .

His hands roam my body, possessive and demanding. He pushes my legs apart with his thigh, and I know what's coming. I'm ready for it, aching for it.

He lifts me against the tree and enters my pussy in one swift thrust. I scream as the tree bites into my back and his cock splits me open. He moves hard and fast, taking me with powerful strokes. My nails dig into his shoulders as I move my hips in rhythm, loving the raw animalistic passion.

Matias's grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh like claws. His teeth graze my shoulder, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "You're mine," he snarls, his voice barely human. "Every inch of you belongs to me."

He thrusts deeper, his hips moving with a primal rhythm. His mouth finds my neck, teeth sinking into my skin, marking me. I groan, the pain mixing with pleasure, making my nipples tighten to hard, painful peaks.

"Matias," I moan, clawing at his back, urging him on. He responds with a feral snarl, his nails clawing into my thighs, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"That's it, rabbit," he growls. "Scratch me. Show me your claws."

I do as he says, digging my nails harder into his skin, drawing a hiss from deep within his chest. He fucks me harder, each thrust punctuated by a grunt or a snarl. His hands roam my body, squeezing, scratching, possessing.

"You feel that,?" he rasps, his teeth nipping my earlobe. "That's me, mating you, owning you. You're mine to fuck, mine to mark, mine to breed. "

I moan, my pussy clenching around him. He chuckles darkly, his lips curling back in a feral grin.

"That's a good girl," he purrs, his voice thick with lust. "Come for me. Show me how much you love being fucked by the wolf."

I can't hold back any longer. With a cry, I shatter, my body convulsing. Every nerve ending in my body lights on fire.

He growls, his hips moving faster, chasing his release. "Fuck, Kali," he groans, his body tensing as he finds his climax. He collapses against me, his breath coming in ragged pants. After a few moments, His mouth finds mine, kissing me deeply, possessively. When he breaks the kiss, the look in his eyes undoes me.

"You're mine, Kali," he murmurs. "Every inch of you, every breath, every heartbeat, is mine."