Page 43 of House of Wolves
He buries himself in the crook of my shoulder, positioning his cock at my entrance. “Carmen, I can stop. Say the word,” he says against my neck, his breath labored and pained.
“Don’t stop,” I cry.
He inserts himself, not holding back. I bite into his skin to stop my scream, and my body clamps around the pain. He gives shallow thrusts, making room as he works deeper and deeper. I make way for him, pleasure blooming from the edges, turning into something delirious and delectable. He fucks me—hard and fast and without reserve. He reaches his hilt, the semi-deflated knot pushing its way in. A tinge of pain shoots through my body as it enters me, but it’s quickly replaced by euphoria. My body was made for him, after all.
“God, Carmen, you fit me so fucking good,” he says between thrusts. “This cunt is mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” He drones on, his words a wild plea. We’re reaching our crescendo, our bodies stiffening, and our breaths increase in tempo.
My fangs burst through, and I clamp down on Brick’s shoulder, tasting the metallic tang of blood. He ruts over the edge, slamming home and bursting inside of me. He fills me, seeping out and wetting my ass, but his knot grows, capturing his seed inside of me, filling me so completely I can almost taste him. My second orgasm rolls over me, long and lasting this time. I swim in it, letting it fill every broken piece of me.
Our bodies still, and silence settles over us. For the first time since Brick entered my cell, my mind clears. “Fuck,” I mutter.
Brick looms over me, his features fading back to his usual self. “Fuck.” He stares deep into my eyes.
Now we’re stuck like this.
Brick’s eyes dart over my face, working on untangling something or examining if I’m okay, maybe a bit of both. “This was a mistake.”
Obviously, but I can’t help the sting. He must notice the shift in my expression. He grabs my chin. “No, you’re not a mistake. God, Carmen. I want nothing more than to fuck you for the rest of my days. But, this.” He motions down to where our bodies still connect. “This is a mistake. I was supposed to get you out of here.” He looked like he might cry, completely defeated.
I run my fingers through his hair. “Hey, it’s okay.” It’s not. “We’re still getting out of here. What’s another twenty minutes?”
He scrunches his face. “Twenty minutes? It won’t take that long?”
“Really?”
“Carmen, this isn’t our first time.”
“Yes, but I guess I wasn’t paying attention. There wasn’t a rush last time.”
“Is that how long werewolves take?” He smiles incredulously.
I shrug. “I mean, yeah, I guess.”
He scoffs. “It won’t be that long. Maybe like ten.”
“Hm, I didn’t realize pigs didn’t last long.” I smirk.
“Hey, I can last long. My sperm is just efficient. It doesn’t need twenty minutes to reach the finish line.”
I shrug. “Well, it can be as fast as it wants. It’s not entering that winner’s circle.”
His cocky expression shift. “No, of course. I would never knot you if I didn’t know you’d have control over your body.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Carmen! What kind of man do you think I am?”
I shrug. “I’m just kind of disappointed.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He sighs.
I tsk. “I’m just saying, you know, considering that I actually want it, it would be kind of hot if you just couldn’t control yourself around me.” Maybe it’s the depravity of my situation. Maybe it’s my mind’s sick way to make humor out of a traumatic situation, but I find myself fucking hilarious. I can’t help making him squirm.
“Carmen, you’re imprisoned right now, and instead of breaking you free as I planned, I’m stuck inside of you. I think it’s pretty clear that I can’t control myself around you.”
I consider and shrug. “Touché.”
He exhales, falling into the crook of my shoulder. “God, are you frustrating.”
