Page 93 of His Mark

“Oh, fuck, Silas, please…”

“You love it,” he growled. “This is what you needed, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I whined.

Yes, goddamn it, he was right.

Every step I had taken since I slipped out of camp had been to bring me closer to him, even knowing his punishing hand awaited. I had disobeyed him, and I deserved everything I got and more. On some level, I craved this, and I was getting exactly what I wanted.

“Yes, Alpha,” I whimpered.

He groaned, his cock throbbing, his movements growing erratic.

His hand slid into my hair, pulling hard as he pounded into me, his entire body straining, his breath harsh against my ear.

I. Wanted. This.

My entire being shattered and I screamed, pleasure crashing over me in waves, sending sparks shooting across my vision. My pussy clamped down around him, my breath ragged.

His voice was a bass rumble that vibrated every atom of my body.

“That’s it, my little mate. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

He fucked me through it, his thrusts never faltering, his grip on my hair tightening as he slammed into me one final time before he pulled his cock out and pressed it right against my sore asshole.

I froze.

No. He couldn’t mean to… could he?

Even as I thought it, even as the question crossed my mind, he began to push, his thick head forcing me open.

“Silas, no!” I screamed. “Please, not there!”

His free hand encompassed my waist, holding me still. “Don’t fight me, Lia. My big cock is going to fuck this naughty little asshole and you’re going to take it because you earned it. You were a very,verybad little mate and now you’re going to get fucked like one.”

“You’re too big!” I cried, panic making my voice shake.

“No,” he snarled. “You’ll take all of me. You’ll take it because I want you to, and you want to be my good girl again, don’t you?”

I gasped, the words sending a shudder through me.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Alpha, I want to be your good girl.”

“Then you’re going to take every last inch of my cock in this tight, tiny, naughty little hole,” he growled.

He pressed in, his cock stretching my poor punished bottom hole, and I keened with the burning pain, the feeling unlike anything I had ever felt before.

He was so thick and my body protested as he pushed the head of his cock past my reluctant ring of muscle. Then his fist in my hair clenched tighter against my scalp, forcing me to stay still.

Forcing me to take it.

I held my breath as he kept pushing his way deeper, the stretch overwhelming me, sending shivers through me, my muscles clenching, straining. I cried out, trying to take the burning pain surging up and down my spine as he pressed one slow inch after the next into my sore and very sorry little hole.

It hurt just as much as, if not more than, the switching itself.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice deep thrumming against my ear.

“I can’t,” I yelled, the feeling too intense, too much.

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