Page 137 of Malachi
“You little—” I grumbled, my eyes narrowing in on her.
“Say it,” she bit out, but all I could do was chuckle. What a fucking spitfire, my little temptress.
My laughter began to die down, but before I could do anything else, her knee collided directly with my groin, pushing the air out of my lungs as I slumped over and released her just enough that she got away, slipping through my grasp as I gasped for air.
She only got a few paces ahead before I was after her in a flash. I reached out, grabbing for her, inwardly cheering as my fingers closed in on the flannel of her shirt and yanking her backwards with all my might. She rose in the air by a solid inch before she flew backward, landing directly on her ass in front of me with a whoosh of air.
I leaped, moving over her and pushing her down into the ground on her back. With bared teeth, I growled low and deep, pinning her to the ground with the weight of my body.
Her weight shifted below me, fighting, clawing, and wiggling in an attempt to get out from under me. I pressed down against her chest with my hand, leaning down until our faces were inches apart before I roared as loud as I could.
“Be still!” I growled.
“Fucking make me,” she hissed. Fuck, every time she made that sound, my cock throbbed. I grabbed at her hands, pulling them above her head and pinning them with one of my own, pushing her into the grassy dirt below.
The sound of a wolf howling in the distance drew both our attention for only a moment before I looked back down at her, a predatory grin spreading over my face. I threw my head back, howling as loud as I could into the night, joining the wolf’s call with one of my own.
For a split second, as I watched her breasts heave with every gasping breath, I faltered. I hesitated. I worried that this was too much, too fast. That it would hit too close to home after the trauma she had survived. My grip relaxed by a small bit as I faltered.
“Beast,” she called to me, breaking through my internal mental struggle and drawing my eyes to her beneath me. “Is that the best you’ve got?” she questioned, her eyebrow arched up in challenge. She was goading me. She was showing me she was okay. That she wanted this. And that was all I needed to hear.
Releasing her hands with a growl, I gripped her shirt in my hands, tugging until the buttons popped and scattered into the grass below her. I fisted her bra in my hands, pulling until it snapped between my hands and fell to the sides in tatters.
My hands moved down her body, tugging at her leggings. The seams threatened to split, and she gasped.
“Careful,” she panted out. Her hands were still above her head, and she kept her body open to me. I growled, my cock throbbing at the sight of her.
“I don’t give a single flying fuck about your pants. I need to see that cunt quivering for me, filled to the brim with my cum,” I growled with need, pulling at the leggings until they too moved aside in tattered remains.
“Dirty beast,” she groaned, but her eyes closed, her body arching as I laid her open and bare to me.
“You haven’t seen dirty yet, little bird,” I warned, dark and deep.
“Then show me,” she growled right back, her eyes opening and boring into mine with an intensity that rivaled my own.
“Show you what?” I teased her, tugging her panties until they too ripped away, baring her glistening cunt to me. My fingers teased at her wet slit, my knees pushing her legs apart.
“Show me just how dirty you can be,” she begged in the most sensual, husky tone imaginable. I could do little more than growl as my fingers slid into her heat, plunging deep and arching up into her g-spot as she clenched around me tightly.
“Show me all of it,” she pleaded, her body arching up off the forest floor as my fingers sank into her depths, in and out. Her eyes closed with a groan of primal pleasure, her hands grabbing at the ground above her head to anchor herself against the onslaught of pleasure racking her body.
My fingers sped up, moving like pistons in and out of her wet cunt as my lips found the curve of her breast. Teeth scraping, tongue lapping, I threatened with motions of the pain that was yet to come.
“I want every kink,” she gasped, her hips rocking forward with every thrust of my fingers. My teeth nipped and bit along her tits, leaving little red marks in their wake.
“You can’t handle all my kinks,” I sneered, my words muffled against her sweet flesh.
“Try me,” she goaded, pushing me past desire and into full-blown primal hunger.
My kisses moved like rain up her chest and further until I could whisper in her ear.
“You think you can handle my breeding kink, little bird?”
Her gasp of surprise was overpowered by the following groan of pure, unadulterated lust.
“Fucking. Try. Me,” she growled out with such raw primal energy, it spoke to the very Beast within, making me growl loudly against the pulse in her neck. I wanted to claim her, needed to bite her. I would not be satisfied until I fucking owned her.
My knees pushed her thighs wide, my hands gripping her just there. The soft flesh gave way to my strength, my nails scraping against her sensitive skin, leaving welts in their wake.
