Page 76 of Shaped By Darkness

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing,” he yells after me, hardly sounding winded, while I pant and gasp for air. “I can’t promise I’ll be able to stay in control.” He says it like he thinks that might convince me to stop, but it only excites me more.

He’s close now, close enough that I can hear him as he scents the air.

“I can smell how wet you are, Rena,” he shouts, and all that does is make me wetter.

A deep growl sounds behind me, making me shiver with anticipation.

I run past a tree with a lower branch before skidding to a stop and doubling back.

Crouched up in the tree, I call to my shadows. It might not be fair, but oh well, this is my game.

I hardly get my shadows around me before Pike is here, his eyes wild, chest heaving, cock standing hard, making my fucking mouth water.

Pike runs right past me before he stops, only making it as far as I did before I doubled back. He breathes in my scent, trying to figure out where I went.

Silly pup.

My shadows are silent as I glide down to hover behind him before I reach out to tap his shoulder.

I know the second he senses me, his posture goes stiff, and my finger is only a hair from him when he turns around faster than I thought possible. His fingers wrap around my wrist as my eyes go wide and he licks his lips.

“Got ya.”

One second we’re eye to eye, the next I’m face down in the dirt, my ass in the air with my dripping wet pussy on display.

“Fucking hell, Serena,” Pike groans, sounding like he’s physically in pain as he moves behind me, pressing his hard length to my cunt, coating it in my wetness, and making me whine. “This isn’t what I had in mind, you know. I planned to be gentle with you, but you poked the beast…” he trails off, and I can’t help but chuckle at his idiom.

If anyone’s beast is about to be poked, it’s mine.

“I don’t want you to be gentle, Pike. I want you to fuck me,” I taunt, earning a deep grumble that I’m pretty sure is from his wolf and not him, but it makes my heart race, nonetheless.

His big hand wraps around the back of my neck, holding me down, and even though I have no intention of going anywhere, I still fight against his hold. His hand comes down on my bare ass hard, the sharp sound of skin on skin ringing out around the trees, pulling a whimper from my lips as I still.

With nowhere to go, I’m left to squirm as he lines his cock up with my entrance before slamming into me with one quick thrust of his hips. I cry out as he stretches me. It’s not painful exactly, but fuck if I’m not full.

So damn full that my eyes roll back in my head as I attempt to get my breathing under control.

Pike doesn’t sit still for long, pulling back before he slams back into me, setting a punishing pace that leaves me a moaning, whining mess. I don’t even care that I’ll need another bath as he fucks me into the dirt.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, Serena, to mark you as mine,” Pike grunts out without missing a beat, and I’m kind of amazed he can form complete sentences right now.

My brain feels like mush, but even still, I remember that wolves mate differently than most other shifters. They leave marks on their mates, specifically bite marks.

The thought of Pike biting me, of me walking around with his mark for everyone to see, is too much as his fingers dip into my side, and I know he’s close, too.

“Bite me then,” I beg, my voice quiet and husky, but with the way his movements stall, I know he heard me. For a long moment he doesn’t move, his dick buried inside of me. The only sound around us is our panting as we try to get our breathing under control.

“If you want to mate me so badly, do it. What are you waiting for?” I goad him, wanting him to mark me so badly. It’s like a physical ache.

I don’t have a great view of him like this, my face on the ground, but looking back over my shoulder, I can see enough to see he’s frozen.

I can fix that.

He might have me pinned to the ground, but that doesn’t mean I can’t fight back, just not in the way he probably expects me to.

I don’t have much room to move, but that’s okay. Pressing back, I grind my ass into him, fucking him and once again making him growl.

That’s quickly becoming one of my favorite sounds, right next to the twins’ purrs and Blair's little hisses.

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