Page 22 of Urban Gladiator

And then the man’s hands cupped my boobs. Rowan murmured in my ear. “You like my wolf cock, witch?” He withdrew and slammed home, the head hitting my cervix.

“Yes,” I gasped, bursting at the seams with dick.

“My wolf likes your pretty pussy. It wants me to fuck you like an animal,” Rowan growled, his breaths puffing against my neck.

Shifting my hips, trying to take him even deeper, I moaned. “Do it. I want you to.”

My comment drilled into him. And the next brutal thrust had stars exploding behind my closed lids. I dropped my head down to the bed. My hands dug into the bedding, holding on tight while Rowan used his wolf cock to pummel my pussy.

How was this even happening? A week ago, I figured my bones would be carrion feed, not that I would be fucking my captor. Or letting him boink my brains out in wolf form.

But oh my goddess!

Half shifted in wolf form, he was proving why he was alpha and at the top of the food chain in Avalon. The rigorous rutting drove my body the rest of the way down onto the mattress. He had full command, and I was his vessel. He fucked me raw and dirty, pounding my pussy.

I loved every depraved second of it.

I loved feeling so wanted, that he was overcome with lust for me and my body that he screwed me in a way that annihilated the memory of any man who’d come before him. With every rough thrust, he reforged my being.

He’d become my obsession.

And I didn’t know what it meant. I wanted to trust him. Something I never thought I would even consider when it came to shifters. Why would I when my entire life, the shifters were the equivalent of the boogeyman?

They had literally been killing and sacrificing my kind for centuries.

Centuries.

But my brain couldn’t seem to reconcile the potent desire I experienced every time Rowan touched me with reality. I could desire him but never commit to him. Because I could never, for one second, forget that he was my enemy.

It didn’t matter if he no longer felt like my enemy. Perhaps it’s what he wanted me to think. Maybe this was all some twisted game to make a witch fall for him with his magical wolf dick. And then, when I was good and sunk, he’d yank the welcome mat from underneath my feet.

“Stop thinking so hard, witch, and feel me.”

With possibilities swirling in my mind, I snapped. “No. If you want me to stop thinking, you’ll have to do better than this, wolf boy.”

Rowan snarled and pulled out. Then he flipped me on my back so I stared at his angry visage. He gave me no time to compute as he positioned his hips between mine. Then he drove his thick, black cock into me. He lifted my legs, positioning my calves against his shoulders, ensuring I could do nothing but take it and him.

“You. Will. Submit.” He snarled each word with hammered thrusts.

“Never.” It was like we were playing the most erotic game imaginable. And I never wanted it to end. When we were like this, I didn’t think about what came next, about what happened when he grew tired of fucking a witch.

I still had no idea what happened to all the other witches. Where were they? Had they been sequestered in a part of the city I’d not seen on my trek to the castle the other night? Or had they all been killed? Exiled from Avalon?

Rowan’s answer was a rumbling grunt. “You will one day.”

“Not in this—oh goddess!” The orgasm smashed into me. The rogue wave crashed over my head, drowning me in the abyss of ecstasy.

“That’s it. Come for me. I’m gonna—EMBER!” He roared my name, his voice multilayered. His features shifted between man and wolf. And while it was seamless for me, I had to wonder by his expression if it was painful.

He slumped down on top of me. His solid weight pressed my body deeper into the bed. And I clung to him, this half-man, half-wolf creature, while our heart rates returned to normal.

Rowan lifted his face from the crook of my neck and stared, but there was an unsettling depth within his gaze.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

He shook his head and sighed as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. “No.”

He rolled off me onto his back beside me. We lay side by side, staring at the ceiling, both of us dealing with rioting emotions and jumbled thoughts and not speaking. What could I say? Hey, I loved having you fuck me with your monster wolf dick. When can we do that again?

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