43. Kali

43

KALI

I anxiously await Matias's return. He didn't reply to my text message, so I wonder if he's angry with me. I craved him so badly; it's been the same ever since he rescued me. I'm insatiable.

It's been thirty minutes since I texted him, and I can't help but wonder if I've pushed too far this time. Maybe he's ignoring me. Maybe?—

My thoughts are abruptly cut off as the door bursts open. Matias stands there looking wild, his eyes flashing with an unreadable emotion. But it's not him I'm staring at. It's the blood.

Someone else's blood.

It covers him, splattered across his clothes and skin. The image drives home the sickening realization that I'm fucked up because instead of being scared, seeing him like this only turns me on more.

I take in his fierce expression, how his chest rises and falls with each sharp breath. My body responds, desire pooling between my thighs and spreading through my veins like a flame. I know I should be horrified, but I'm not.

"You called, baby?" His deep and gravelly voice makes me shudder.

I swallow hard, torn between asking him about the blood and giving in to the desire burning between us. "I did," I whisper.

As he steps closer, my heart thunders in my chest. "Whose blood is that?" I ask.

Matias smirks, his eyes darkening with a dangerous glint. "He won't be hurting anyone else ever again. Especially not you, my little rabbit."

A shudder runs through me at his words, and my body betrays me with its response. Suarez's blood. The fact only turns me on more.

He takes a step closer, and I detect the determination in his eyes. "Now, we're going to fuck with his blood still on me. It's our second fuck you to that bastard for what he did to you."

"Yes," I breathe, staring into his eyes.

His gaze darkens further, and he closes the distance between us. The heat of his body radiates toward me, and I feel surrounded by him. His hands reach for me, and I shiver as he pulls me close. I can feel the dried blood on his skin, and it only makes my desire burn hotter.

His lips crush against mine, his kiss demanding and fierce. I respond with equal enthusiasm, pulling him closer. I can taste the violence on his lips, the metallic tang of blood.

As I fall back onto the bed, he climbs over me, his eyes burning fiercely. "You're mine," he growls. "Only mine." With a growl, he claims my mouth again, his hands moving urgently over my body. My underwear is torn off my body.

Matias's mouth claims mine, his kisses rough and untamed. His hands are everywhere, gripping my hips, tracing the curves of my body, pulling me closer. His touch is electric, sending sparks of desire through my veins.

He pulls away to gaze into my eyes. "You're so fucking beautiful, rabbit," he growls. "Mine to take and do whatever I want with."

I swallow, my body thrumming with anticipation. "Yes," I breathe. "Yours."

He smiles then, a predatory smile that makes me moan. "That's right, rabbit. You're mine to play with."

His hand moves between my legs, and I moan into his mouth as he teases my clit, his fingers moving in slow, tantalizing circles. My hips buck against his hand, begging for more.

"Do you like that?" he murmurs.

"Yes," I manage to gasp out. "More, please,"

He chuckles, the sound sending a thrill through me. "As you wish."

His finger dips into my pussy, making me moan. I whimper, needing more.

"Please," I beg, my body burning with need.

"Shhh," he soothes.

"I want you inside me," I whisper, arching toward him.

Matias growls in response and moves over me. The sound of his zip coming down is quickly followed by the head of his thick cock teasing my entrance.

"Tell me, baby," he says. "Use your words to tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me," I breathe, meeting his gaze. "Hard."

"As you wish." In one violent push, he fills me so completely. He feels so good, stretching me, claiming me.

He pulls out almost completely and then thrusts back in, setting a relentless pace that has me seeing stars. The bed rocks with the force of our mating, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room.

"You like that, baby?" he growls, his fingers digging into my hips tightly.

"Yes," I moan, my body moving with his. "Harder, Matias."

He obliges, pounding into me with enough force to shake the bed. A coil of pleasure tightens with each thrust.

"You're so tight," he grunts, his eyes shut in concentration. "So fucking perfect."

I toss my head back, my breathing ragged as the pleasure builds. "More, Matias," I beg. "Don't stop."

He curses, his hands digging into my hips as he continues to thrust into me. "How are you this fucking perfect?" He grunts.

I arch my back, moaning as I feel my orgasm building. "I'm so close," I breathe.

Matias pulls out of me, and I whimper in protest. "What are?—"

"Get on your hands and knees," he growls.

I obey, shifting onto my hands and keep, making the bed creak. In this position, the cool air teases my exposed skin. I feel vulnerable like this, on display for him, but it only adds to the excitement coursing through me.

I glance over my shoulder, meeting his gaze. His eyes are hooded.

Matias reaches for the lube on the bedside table. My breath hitches as I watch him squeeze a generous amount onto his fingers. Instantly, I know what's coming and can't wait.

He moves behind me, and I feel his fingers at my tight hole. I gasp as he pushes one finger inside, my body so sensitive.

"Your ass is like a fucking vise, baby," he murmurs, his breath hot on my neck.

I bite my lip, my body clenching around his finger. "More," I beg.

He chuckles, the sound making my stomach flutter. "As you wish."

He adds another finger, stretching me. It burns, but it's a delicious burn that has my body aching for more. And then another until all four fingers and moving in a out.

"That' s my good girl," he encourages. "Let me stretch that ass nice and wide ready to swallow my cock."

I nod, my eyes screwed shut as I focus on the feeling. His fingers slide out, and the empty sensation makes me whimper.

"Shhh, baby," he soothes, caressing my back. "It's time for you to take my dick. Your ass is so fucking hungry for it."

The cool lubrication against my ass comes first, and then he's pressing the tip of his cock inside. I hiss the stretch burning.

"Just relax," he murmurs, his free hand gently stroking my back. "Let me in."

Slowly, I relax, and more of his cock sinks into my ass until his balls are flush against my dripping wet pussy.

"Please," I beg, my body aching for him to move.

"Fuck, your ass is so tight," he growls, his hands gripping my hips. "It was made to fit my cock like a goddamn glove."

"Yes," I breathe. "Fuck me," I beg.

He pulls every inch out slowly so I can feel it and then slams back into me hard. "That's it, baby," He grunts. "Be a good girl and take it."

He slides in even deeper than I believed possible, stretching me to my limits. I push back against him, wanting to take him as deep as physically possible.

He grabs the back of my neck hard. "Do you like my cock in your tight little ass?"

"Yes," I moan, my head falling forward as I give in to the pleasure. "I love it. It feels so good. "

The headboard bangs against the wall, adding to the cacophony of our labored breaths and frantic movements.

My body tenses as the pleasure builds. "Matias, oh God, I'm close," I warn. "Don't stop."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to stop," he growls. "Not until I fill that tight ass of yours up with cum." Every thrust is harder now, more frantic. "Come on my cock, baby. Prove to me just how much you love having your ass fucked."

His words shatter me, and I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me. My body shakes with the force of it, wave after wave of pleasure rippling through me.

"That's it," he growls. "Let me feel that tight little ass milk my dick."

"Oh fuck!" I cry, trembling from the pleasure.

His hips slam harder and faster as he chases his release. "Fuck," he grunts. "I'm going to come so fucking hard for you."

One last violent thrust, and then he growls as he explodes inside me. His cock pulsing deep as he spills rope after rope of cum inside me.

Finally, once he's spent, he slumps over my back. We stay like that momentarily, our breathing slowing as we recover. I can feel his heart pounding against my back, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

He eventually pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss. He chuckles. "Always such a greedy little rabbit." He spanks my ass playfully.

"What was that for?" I ask, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth.

He strokes my hair affectionately. "For driving me wild," he says, lying beside me.

I curl up against Matias. At this moment, I feel no shame or fear—only a profound sense of belonging.

Matias pulls me closer, his strong arms wrapped securely around me. "Kali," he murmurs, his voice low and tender. "You're mine, always."

I tilt my head back to meet his gaze, my heart swelling with love. "And you're mine, Matias. Forever."

I trace the planes of his face, marveling at the softness that has replaced the usual intensity in his eyes. Few ever see this side of Matias—vulnerable, open, utterly captivating. And I am the one he has chosen to share it with.

Perhaps we could have been something closer to normal in another life, in a world without darkness and violence. But here, in the aftermath of bloodshed and primal desire, we're perfectly matched. Two halves of a whole, two souls finding solace in each other's embrace.

I nestle closer, inhaling his scent—sweat, leather, blood, and something uniquely Matias. In this moment, I am not the fragile rabbit cowering in fear. I'm the wolf's mate, fierce and unafraid. This is who I am, who I was always meant to be.

Matias kisses my forehead tenderly, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "I love you," he murmurs. "More than anything. "

"And I love you," I whisper back, my voice thick with emotion. "With all that I am."

We hold each other close, two broken souls mending in the aftermath. In this dark, twisted world, we have found salvation in each other's arms.