Brae lowered her eyes, watching my hand slide along my shaft as her own moved faster, finally working the bundle of nerves that ached for release. Her breathing grew labored as if watching me turned her on. Her hand paused, realizing she’d done what I wanted, and her eyes burned with anger. I knew it was coming, bracing for it as her foot lifted and slammed into my chest, sending my body several feet away from hers.
I steadied myself then smashed into her, pulling her legs apart to glide my cock against her needy pussy. A strangled cry ripped from her throat, and I could smell her need to fight and fuck, marking her as an alpha to her fucking core.
“Come on, Brat. Show me what you got,” I laughed, watching as she turned, bucking against my body. “That’s it. Come on, Brae. Show me those pretty red eyes.”
I craved the battle, the need to slam her down and fuck that fight burning within her out. She knew it too, which was why she fought her wolf and me. A deep, ominous growl rolled from her lungs, and I matched it, knowing my men were outside the door, craving to join us. Every male within a fifty-mile radius would smell her body struggling to be the dominant wolf. They’d all relish the fight, but my scent would prevent them from reacting.
Reaching down, I spread her thighs apart and shoved into the heat of her tight pussy. Her growl exploded into the room, and I didn’t need to see her eyes to know they were the color of freshly spilled blood. Instead of fighting me, she slammed her need to the base of my cock, forcing my body to shudder as she clenched hungrily against my cock.
“Fuck,” I moaned, watching her fuck me as if I was a war she waged without needing to be told to rise to the battle.
Braelyn fucked like she was wounded, unhinged. Like she was one of us, a tortured soul, so fucking twisted and mutilated that it was already stripped down to bare-bones. I didn’t move, didn’t need to. She continued slamming against my cock with a violence that shook me to my core. It was ten years of need unraveling within her soul, matching mine. When she slowed, I leaned over her, grabbing her leg to hold it up, going deeper into her body until she whimpered.
Her fingers found my thigh, pushing her nails into my flesh while giving me as good as I was giving her. I increased the speed of my hips as her face dropped to the bed, and she started thrusting back onto my cock again. I had only bitten her once, and she’d allowed me to take her needy cunt like she knew it was mine. I released her leg, moving to her hair as I threaded it through my fingers, wrapping it around my fist before I yanked her back.
Braelyn’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, making my balls grow heavy with the need to spill my seed within her achingly tight pussy. I could feel the walls of her channel clamping down on my dick, knowing it ached to be fucked as hard as I was taking her. She didn’t complain or beg me to stop. Instead, Braelyn fucking howled, gasping as her entire body tightened and her breathing turned to ragged breaths before she whimpered my name, whispering it against the bedding as I rode her harder. Fucking hell, she’d come from the violence and wasn’t even stopping me.
Turning her body over, I pulled out. I leaned over her heaving chest and stared into her pretty, Nordic gaze. Ice-blue eyes held mine captive and widened as I pushed back into her body. Fucking hell, she was exquisite. She lifted her feet, wrapping around my hips as I slowly moved against her pussy. It clenched, tightening with every thrust into her welcoming heat.
I’d expected a fight, but she wasn’t fighting me at all. She was submitting, which was confusing and pleasing at the same time. If she didn’t want me for a mate, why wasn’t she fighting it?
“I fucking hate you, bitch,” I hissed.
“I hate you too, asshole,” she whimpered, rocking against me.
If she hated me, why was she fucking me as if I mattered? Why did her eyes stare into my soul like she recognized it as a part of her own? Nothing Brae did ever made sense. It was as if she feared letting me see the darker parts of her soul, yet she was taking me like I was hers by right.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that every time you move tomorrow, you’ll feel me fucking this pussy.”
“Then do it already because I like you much better when you don’t speak.” She slammed her ass up, seating my cock so fucking deep into her body that we both gasped, trembling from the pleasure.
I unleashed my anger and pent-up rage on her, slamming her body against the bed and pushing her thighs up to her shoulders. She cried out, gasping as I repeatedly smashed into her pussy until we were both growling and panting with the need to come. Neither of us looked away from the challenge burning in our silent gazes. We knew our wolves were watching their mates find pleasure while asserting dominance. Braelyn exploded, her eyes widening as her lips parted with my name sliding off her tongue. It was all I needed to bury my face against her shoulder, biting into her flesh, sending me over the edge with her.
The taste of her blood was heaven, causing my wolf to howl with his need for her to mark us back. It wasn’t fucking happening, but the idea made my balls ache to fuck her again, and I hadn’t even finished draining them into her pulsing cunt, still clamping against my cock while sucking it dry.
I collapsed on top of her, fighting to control my breathing as she did the same. Brae’s scent hit me, and I shuddered against her warmth, slowly forcing myself to shield my emotions on how she made me feel. Pushing up to my knuckles while boxing her against the mattress, I sneered.
“You’re weak. Are you sure you’re not a beta? You fuck like one. No alpha pussy here,” I announced, watching her features smooth out so as not to reveal how my words made her feel. She shut down like it was a mask she wore, pushing me away from her as she sat up. “Go clean up and make sure you look presentable. I won’t have you running around like some mountain bitch when you’re to be the womb that carries my children.”
Her eyes slid to where I sat on the bed, and before I could guess her move, she’d slammed her foot into my face, sending me across the room. My anger radiated inside the room, but Braelyn didn’t react. She just stared at me with her features cooled, and not a whiff of her emotions carried in the air between us. She’d struck hard and fast, and if I hadn’t seen it was her, I’d have thought someone else had attacked me. Silently, she watched me get to my feet, and I glared at her as anger pulsated through me.
“Fuck you, asshole. Find someone else to carry your offspring,” Braelyn snorted, standing to move into the bathroom. “Wrong bitch, Saint. You can find someone else to use and carry your babes. You’ve successfully done it before. I won’t be that girl—ever, dick,” she fumed, and yet there was nothing to alert me to her anger. Wolves scented emotions, but Brae’s were—missing.
I stood there, shocked that she’d moved as fast as she had. I’d met three other creatures that could move that fast, and two were standing inside this room. I tilted my head, hearing the sink turn on as she cleaned up, leaving my scent on her sore pussy. She didn’t climb back into the shower as most women would, which meant she didn’t care who knew she was mine.
“If you ever try to wash my scent off from you again, as you did earlier, I will chain you to the bed and fuck you until I am so deeply embedded into your womb that you won’t be able to eradicate my fucking scent. I won’t let you leave it until you’re dripping me out of your sore, bruised cunt, Brat.” Lifting my nose, I waited for the smell of her anger, but all I found was her scent that drove me crazy.