Page 8 of Urban Gladiator

A haze of lust descended over me. I savagely pounded her cunt. Her hips rocked as she took me. Her lids grew heavy. She liked fucking me, liked her sex on the rough side.

And with that knowledge, my wolf unleashed itself, ramming inside her with a fury bent on bending her to my will, my dominance.

But even that wasn’t enough. I withdrew and carried her to the bed, tossing her down. After removing the rest of her dress, I positioned her body on all fours. The new position made my wolf howl like it had been waiting for this moment my entire two hundred and thirty-three years.

Gripping her hips, I slammed back home, grunting as I rutted inside her. And she took every inch. Her back arched and her hips gyrated.

I shifted halfway. My wolf made its presence known as I fucked her, my claws extending and digging into the flesh on her hips. My cock increased in size while I plunged inside her dripping cunt.

And for the first time in my existence, my wolf did something I fought against with all my might. Because it wanted to mark her, claim her as its mate.

But fuck, that couldn’t be right. My wolf must be high from the bloodlust in the arena. This wasn’t the first witch I’d won.

But it was the first one I’d fucked. All the others had held no interest for me.

My fangs elongated. And it pissed me off. I wouldn’t claim a witch as my mate. I drove inside her with rage and passion battling for dominance. The bed rattled beneath us. Caught between wolf and man, I fucked her raw, rutting her with strength and speed most women would cry foul over. Yet she moaned and gasped, thrusting her hips back, taking every inch inside her like she’d been born to take my cock.

My balls drew taut as I hammered inside her, chasing my release.

Lightning struck my spine. I tossed my head back and bellowed as I came. My climax was so fucking fierce I felt my soul split in two. I fucked her as my balls emptied every drop of my seed inside her.

My thrusts slowed until I finally stopped, then shoved her away. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Then put her fingers against her clit and rubbed. I tried not to look but couldn’t help myself. My gaze drifted to her pussy, and I stared with rapt attention as she pleasured herself.

I didn’t make her come.

My wolf wanted me to rectify the situation immediately. The man fought against that desire. She meant nothing. She was a vessel. One that would be dead in two weeks.

My fists clenched as she undulated on the bed with my marks on her hips.

MINE. My wolf bellowed.

Fuck no, she’s not. She’s just a convenient fuck. There was no way the gods would mate me to a fucking witch.

Her body quaked as she came, and I swiveled on my heel with a snarl and stalked out of the room. Once outside, I shoved my cock back inside my pants and headed for my room. I needed to bathe her scent from my skin. I needed to get away from her.

“Sir.”

“What, Bixby,” I replied with a grunt.

“Will your guest be joining you at the meal?”

I opened my mouth to reply no. But my brain must have been disconnected from the rest of me. “Yes. Have her there in an hour. But do not, for any reason, remove her handcuffs. And I want you to keep an eye on her. She is not to leave her room for any reason other than to eat. And she is only allowed to eat with me.”

Bixby nodded. “Will do, sir.”

And then he melted back into the shadows. Bixby was invaluable with his skills. But then, that’s what happened when you employed a ghost to run your household.

4

The door slammed behind Rowan and echoed in the room.

I was too sated to care. Besides, the look on his face while I got myself off had been priceless. He’d been furious he hadn’t made me climax. All I’d done was put a little magic dampener on my body. If I hadn’t, I would have come screaming and clawing at him multiple times.

But he didn’t get my pleasure, not when he was trying to be cruel.

With a sigh, I rose, discarding the remaining tatters of my dress, and went exploring. I needed the lay of the land, even if it was just the room he shoved me into and locked. But I tried the door handle anyway. Because one never knew. He might have done something foolish like take me as his bride.

Wouldn’t that be a disaster? Me married to the enemy. We’d kill each other.

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