Page 12 of Urban Gladiator

I lifted my heavy-lidded gaze. “No. You can use my body all you want, but I won’t give you the satisfaction of a job well done. I know for you alphas, it can be maddening.”

He scowled and rose, undoing his pants and freeing his dick. And what a dick. I’d felt all those inches inside me earlier when he fucked my brains out like an animal. But seeing the evidence of his desire, all nine freaking broad inches, it was no wonder I’d felt him in the back of my throat before. His cock was massive. Easily the biggest I’d ever had.

He pressed the smooth head of his shaft against my entrance. “I don’t care if you come or not. Your body is mine.”

I snorted because I could sense his frustration. “My body belongs to me, wolf boy. But if you think you can make it yours, knock yourself out. I won’t stop you.”

His snarl turned downright vicious. He growled and plunged inside me. The force arched my back. And even with the dampener, the pleasure was more intense than any I’d experienced before. Or it could simply be his ginormous cock was splitting me in two, but only in the best of ways.

His fingers dug into my skin. The sharp bite of his claws added to the menagerie of blissful sensations as he power drove inside me. My boobs jiggled, drawing his attention. He leaned in and swiped his tongue over my nipple. And I watched in amazement, his fight between man and beast.

The struggle fascinated me. I didn’t know which side I wanted to win. Because while the man might loathe me, the beast desired me fiercely.

I finally understood why those skanky sirens fucked anything. And I did mean anything. One time, I caught Vera banging a swamp creature, tentacles and all. And it made me wonder if Rowan’s power was great enough to change his tongue into the wolf’s while leaving the rest of himself human, if he could do that with other appendages.

Rolling my hips, the sharp smack of his flesh against mine echoed in the dining room.

“Come, damn you.” He growled, his hips pistoning against me.

Cupping my tits in my hands, I pinched the nipples to appease the ache and met his gaze. “No.”

He bared his teeth, pounding inside me. The table shook beneath me. The china dishes rattled. “Surrender.”

“Never.”

His hands left my hips, claws extended. He clawed at the wood as he fucked me. He advanced, shoving my body further up on the table. Dishes fell to the floor as he followed me up.

My traitorous hands looped behind his neck, trying to draw him even deeper inside me. It was the best I could do with my hands still bound. In a million years, I never expected this was how sacrificing myself would go. That I would wind up hate banging a wolf. A wolf who looked at me with possession, like I belonged to him.

And I guess, in a way, I did. In this moment, I was his. But only until I could exact vengeance for all the witches his kind had killed.

“Surrender. Damn you, witch,” he roared, pummeling my pussy. His face flashed between beast and man.

“Never, wolf boy.” I was going to have to excuse myself after this to take care of things below the belt. Because even with the dampener, the intensity of his desire and the brutal, earth-shattering way he fucked me was more than my resolve could handle.

It was fucking primal. This wasn’t lovemaking or even sex. It was rutting. The table creaked as we fought for dominance as we fucked. There was nothing nice about our sex.

We glared, baring our teeth. Sweat coated my skin.

Wood splintered. The dining table shuddered and collapsed. At the last second, Rowan rolled our bodies, putting me on top. I rose as I straddled him, riding him like a fury. It was my turn to control it. Not that he gave me any lead.

We were two gladiators in the ring, fighting for dominance. His fingers dug into my ass as he hammered his cock into my pussy. It was as if he was trying to rip me asunder with his massive dick. And goddess, but there was a part of me that wanted to drop the dampener spell, that wanted to feel all the pleasure his animalistic fucking was creating.

But I couldn’t, or I would do something foolish, like fall for the damn creature. And he was someone I would never be able to trust. I still didn’t know if he planned to kill me. I had no idea what his plans were because I couldn’t trust the words that came out of his mouth. For all I knew, he was using the specter of death to terrorize me into ceding to his will and demands. And that I could never do.

Pleasure tightened and coalesced in my midsection. Surely I wouldn’t climax with the dampener in place. His cock wasn’t powerful enough to break through my barriers.

Rowan bellowed, fucking me so hard and fast I felt the twinging edges of the start of an orgasm. Hot splashes of semen filled me, and I shook with the need to come.

I played a dangerous game. My body was primed and ready to detonate. Before I could shift off his lap, Rowan bolted up with a snarl. “Fine. You don’t want to come. I’ll show you what happens when you misbehave.”

He rose to his feet and hauled me over his shoulder, uncaring of our nude state. Sometime during our incredible fuck, he’d divested himself of his clothing. He exited the dining room.

And that’s when I jolted out of my stunned state and fought him. “Put me down.”

His hand swatted my butt. “Quiet.”

Enraged, my body hungering for release, I smacked my hands against his back. “Let me go, wolf boy.”

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