“What happens if I don’t?”
“I ravage you. Not a gentle fucking. A rough taking of you until you’re screaming for me to stop. I’ll make you take my knot, and I won’t be able to stop myself.”
Anticipation raced through me, along with a healthy dose of fear. The knot was too big. There was no way I could take it. During the orgy, we’d prepped me for ages and I still hadn’t felt ready. I doubted he would prep me as well while he was vicious and had no control of his human faculties.
Yet, heat pooled between my legs and when Bennett’s nose tipped up into the air, I knew he scented it. His eyes changed, all humanity leaving them, and I stopped breathing.
My minute was over.
The beast had its sights set on me, and I wouldn’t be able to outrun it if I tried.
So I didn’t try. A hint of panic tried to rise as Bennett surged to his feet, deformed hands grabbing onto the bars and pulling them apart. They creaked and groaned, moving a single centimetre. Then one more. I pulled my tunic over my head, pushing my trousers and panties down to the floor and stepping out of them. Having him rip them off would likely be less than comfortable, and the wolf wouldn’t be careful. A few steps brought me to the bed, which I laid down on.
I spread my trembling legs, and he roared.
The sound was so loud everyone on the property would have heard it, and frantic footsteps crossed the hall before the door slammed open. Waylon stared with wide eyes, first at me on the bed and then at the rapidly widening gap between the bars of the cage. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked, backing out of the space. “You’re insane.”
Possibly. I couldn’t deny how reckless I’d become since I’d started essentially coming back from the dead. There was no answer I could give Waylon, so I shrugged. The other men appeared behind him, but he frantically looked to Bennett again and shook his head. “Fuck. You’re on your own,” he said.
He pulled the door shut and there was a commotion on the other side again, the other men trying to figure out if they could help me. But my attention wasn’t on them for long, because Bennett stepped through the gap in the bars. He was on me within seconds, his tongue buried in my pussy. My back arched off the bed as my lips parted on a silent scream.
No finesse helped his movements. He was devouring me with no intent to get me off, clearly desperate for the taste of me when he’d been teased with my scent from across the room. Despite the lack of skill, I ground down against his mouth and moaned, the heat of it bringing me closer to an orgasm than I would have thought possible.
When his clawed hands wrapped around my thighs, poking me but not breaking the skin, I whimpered and came.
My orgasm earned me no reprieve from him. His tongue lapped at me with new eagerness, tasting the juices of my release. I had no idea how much of me he wanted or needed, so I clutched the sheets in tight fists and waited to find out. With the lack of skill and my new sensitivity, he didn’t bring me close to the edge again, but he did make me moan and cry out, trying to squirm away from the feeling.
The claws pierced skin as I struggled, and I stopped.
“Bennett?” I asked on a moan, grinding against his face in an attempt to get his mouth where I truly wanted it.
He didn’t even glance up at me. Now I knew fully what Waylon had meant when he said Bennett didn’t feel human emotions tonight. There was nothing in his mind except animal instinct and the need to take what he wanted. And what he wanted was me.
My anticipation from before had shifted into a faint tingle of fear. This was going to be uncomfortable. Heck, it already was. His tongue was like sandpaper against my folds as he licked me up. Since I’d never been uncomfortable during sex before, I didn’t know if I could translate it into pleasure like Kirin and Waylon did.
Plus, they had safe words.
In this situation, I didn’t.
What the fuck kind of crazy woman had I become? This was so out of character. When I told Solstice about offering myself up as a sacrifice to a wolfman under a full moon, she wouldn’t believe me. Old Hadley would never even think to do something like this.
As I shifted my hips enough to get Bennett’s tongue on my clit again, it was easier to shove down my doubts and fear and focus on the moment. Pleasure built inside me again, my mind no longer distracted, and I moaned and writhed until he abruptly stopped.
His head whipped toward the door where Kirin was standing in the open doorway. “Bennett,” he said, trying to pitch his voice soothingly. “You don’t want to do this.”
The low snarl made Kirin wince, but my pussy pulsed. Possessive. There was a time I would have sold my soul to have someone be possessive of me, and I couldn’t be mad it was a feral wolfman who finally felt that way. “Bennett, we don’t want you to hurt her.”
I was pretty sure I heard Waylon mutter, “Speak for yourself,” behind his back, but I pretended not to hear.
Another snarl, this one strong enough the rumble vibrated along my skin. Kirin looked at me, and Bennett shifted to block his view of my body with his own. “Princess, you won’t have fun taking his knot.”
“I’ll manage,” I said. It was weird talking when I couldn’t see him anymore.
“Zan is hysterical over the thought of you being forced into taking Bennett.”
“I practically asked for this. I won’t make you save me now.”
Their concern wasn’t helping. I’d gotten myself into a zen place, where I would’ve been able to take it. Now? I was in my head. Why were they so concerned? Would it be as horrible as they made it out to be?
