A deep, rumbling growl built in his chest until he finally unleashed it on me. It quaked against my skin, causing small bumps of awareness to continue until his tone bordered on demonic. The air left my lungs in a whoosh, and arousal coated my sex from the deep, demanding growl he released. My spine lifted and arched up invitingly, begging him to take what I offered. It wasn’t just need rushing through me; it was a visceral ache that tore at the genetics embedded in my soul.
“Holy shit,” I murmured, hating that my body wanted to gyrate and spread for Saint to fuck me hard and fast before burying his fangs into my body, leaving me marked deeper than ever before. It shouldn’t be that easy to get me, yet everything within me was screaming for him.
This mate crap was for the birds, not wolves.
Saint slipped his hand around my waist, lifting until his palm touched against my throat. His other hand was slowly sliding down to my sex that clenched and begged him to fill it with his essence. The savage wolf within me didn’t understand or even care that he intended to hurt us and leave us in a heap of destroyed ruins. Saint jerked my body back, chuckling as a moan bubbled up, escaping my lips.
“Tell me this isn’t for me,” he urged, his fingers sliding through the arousal he’d created by allowing his wolf to speak to mine. “You’re so fucking wet right now. You’d let me fuck you, wouldn’t you? Your wolf wouldn’t let you fight it right now. Tell me I’m wrong, Brae. How is it she responds to me so easily if you’re not mine?”
“She has a split personality disorder on her best days,” I whispered huskily, rubbing my pussy against his fingers.
“She knows she’s mine by right.” He pushed a single finger into my body, and it tightened, holding him within. Everything went haywire inside of me. My stomach coiled, a deep ache throbbed where he slowly worked his finger into my opening. He withdrew, lifting his finger until the sound of him sucking it clean entered my hearing. I gasped, shuddering against his heated body.
“You’re not marked,” he pointed out, slowly releasing my throat to step back. The heat I’d felt diminished, and left me cold. “How is it you intended to mate that prick tonight, yet his mark doesn’t grace your flawless skin?” he demanded, but his voice had come from across the room.
I peered over my shoulder, taking him in as he lounged in the chair. I spun around slowly to face him, hating the need still coursing through me. The look in his eyes made my body tighten and burn with desire. Saint lifted his hand, and his finger motioned for me to come toward him. Instead, I leaned against the dresser, knowing that if I obeyed, I wasn’t leaving this room a virgin.
“Come here,” he rumbled, his voice a mixture of lust and anger that made my nipples harden with anticipation. “Don’t make me come get you. You won’t like what happens.”
Swallowing past the tightening in my throat, I walked to where he sat reclining in the chair. I remained out of his reach, but he sat forward abruptly, grabbing my hips to pull me forward. My body toppled against his, catching his shoulders as he sat back, forcing me to straddle his body or remain lying on him at an awkward angle.
Saint’s tongue swiped out, tasting the rosebud that taunted him. I gasped at the feel of his heated mouth against my nipple, whimpering as he nipped it playfully. His fingers bit into my hips, holding me down against his hard arousal.
“Did you miss me? I missed you. I missed the taste of your lips and the way your eyes sparkled when you were thinking inappropriate thoughts. The way heat painted your cheeks like they are right now. Mostly, I thought about ways to punish you for what you did to me, to us. Tell me I’m not your mate. Tell me you don’t feel me as deeply as I feel you right now.”
I shook my head softly, peering down at him while he watched. His attention moved from my face to drag slowly down my body. Saint sat up abruptly, forcing my chest to press against his. Finger’s trailed up my spine to clasp at the back of my neck before he brought his mouth against mine.
A hungry growl slipped from my lungs, and my body rocked against his. His tongue slid along my lips, pushing past them to tangle with mine. Raw, intense need rocked into my core, and I unleashed what little control I held. I lifted my hands from his shoulders, pushing through his thick hair to hold him against my mouth. The scent of my need freed, filling the room to duel with his as he dominated me harder, using just his kiss.
Saint lifted me, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist as he moved us to the bed. Following me down, he lifted his head, peering between our bodies where my arousal was coating my needy sex. He placed his forehead against mine, slowly backing up to look between my thighs.
“You are exactly what your father told me you were, Braelyn. A needy, willing whore that would fuck anyone, even your enemies, if they came to pillage and plunder your cunt,” Saint snorted derisively. “Cover yourself, and act like you’re not some easy pussy that fucks anyone willing to touch it.”
His words left me speechless as tears pricked my eyes. My body shook with rage and confusion. Pulling the sheet up around me, I moved to my dresser, grabbing panties, a tank top, and shorts that hugged my thick curves. His words stung since I hadn’t ever been willing to fuck anyone.
“I suggest you don’t fight me when we exit this room. If you do, I will ensure you’re tied to a bed and left there until I finish using you. I’m going to murder your father, and then if you beg me enough, I may let your intended escape here unscathed. He was, after all, lured here by the promise of your pussy. Wasn’t he?”
“Kill him,” I uttered thickly, dropping the sheet to step into the black panties and shorts. Tugging the top on, I turned to stare at the man I’d once loved more than my own life.
I’d needed a reminder that he wasn’t the same person I’d fallen in love with all those years ago. It had been ten years after all, and while he may smell the same and seem the same, he wasn’t. Saint was a stranger now, covered in tattoos with something dark and sinister burning within him. We’d grown up, both of us changing while separated. I couldn’t expect him to be the same boy. This wasn’t the Saint I’d fallen madly in love with in the summer we’d spent together. This was a man that had been banished because of me, and as a result, had become a monster. He wasn’t back to reclaim our love.
He’d come back for one purpose and one alone—to destroy me and everything I loved.
Chapter Three
Outside, the debris and bodies that previously littered the courtyard had been cleared. People were gathered there now, watching what was happening near the middle of the square. Saint and his men walked me through the crowd, and the surrounding voices hushed as we got closer. I didn’t need to see what everyone was staring at because I could smell the blood filling the air and scent the male to which it belonged.
Saint’s men parted, revealing my father seated on the ground, on his knees. My eyes slid over him, and my heart thundered against my chest the moment his cruel eyes lifted, locking with mine. Madness peered up at me, his hatred of me shining in his multi-colored depths, condemning me.
“You’ve been judged and found guilty, Harold Haralson,” Saint’s voice boomed, causing me to jump. His green-blue eyes lifted to mine, a cocky grin spreading over his lips.