Carlos shudders, eyes back to brown-no, black. With his face screwed up in pained concentration, he rocks his hips.
It's a mixture of pain and pleasure for me, then the pain recedes and pleasure floods every cell in my body. "More." I wrap my legs around his waist and urge him deeper, faster.
Carlos roars and slams into me, animal unleashed. His eyes flash amber as he fists the chains on the bedposts and fills me over and over again.
I throw my hands up to the wall to keep my head from hitting. He pulls out and gives his head a shake. I think he's trying to speak but all that comes out are growls. He rises up on his knees, cupping my ass, which he lifts in the air with him. He holds me at an angle, pulls my hips to meet his thrusts, getting so deep inside I swear he'll split me open.
My eyes roll back in my head, mouth open for my steady cries.
Carlos fills the room with growls, amber eyes fire-like against the dark of his hair and skin. I wonder if mine have changed to ice-blue. Just as I'm about to come, he pulls out, flips me over and pulls my hips up so I'm on my knees. When I climb to my hands, he shoves between my shoulder blades, forcing my upper body down.
Oh. Apparently he likes the angle thing.
As soon as he enters me, I understand why. Fates, he's even deeper from this position, but it feels so right. He grips my hips with bruising force and plows into me, his loins slapping hard against my still smarting ass, cock gliding in and out at the perfect trajectory. His balls slap my clit.
It's hard to imagine being fucked any harder than this, but there's no pain, no discomfort, no fear. I'm drowning in pleasure and only Carlos knows how to give it to me. I quite possibly lose my mind, maybe I black out, maybe I shot to Jupiter for a moment. The next thing I know, Carlos' snarls roar in my ear. I'm coming, my muscles gripping his cock and squeeze-releasing over and over again. He drags us both down flat, me on my belly, his body covering mine.
And then he bites me.
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Carlos
Sedona's yelp of pain brings me back from the brink and I realize my teeth are buried in her shoulder. Mierda.
I disengage my fangs and lap her wound, licking away the blood, providing the healing enzymes of my saliva for her quick recovery. It's not the actual wound that's the problem, though. It's the ramifications of what I've done.
Marked her.
She'll carry my scent for the rest of her life. More than that, I'm bonded forever to her. As much as I may have wanted to fight the elders to set her free, I will now kill anyone who tries to take her from me.
Fuck.
"I'm sorry," I rasp. I ease my cock from her glorious channel and roll off her. I mean to scoop her into my arms, but she shifts, whether out of fury or pain, I don't know. "Sedona."
Her wolf is gorgeous-snow white with silver tipped ears and the palest of blue eyes. Big, healthy. Beautiful. She stalks around the room, moving stiffly like I've caused her pain in more places than her shoulder.
Double fuck. I'm the king asshole of the continent.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mark you, ángel." I can't stand to see her pace this way-my need to comfort her is too great, and it's harder in wolf form. I stand from the bed, and meet her in the center of the room. She swings her head to turn from me. "Sedona, shift." I infuse every bit of alpha command into my voice. She will be unable to disobey, even though it will make her angry.
She shifts, unfolding from a crouched position, fury blaring from her eyes. She walks forward and slaps me across the face.
I take it. I deserve this. I deserve much worse. I have forever bound her to me after promising to help her get free. "Forgive me. Please."
Tears swim in her eyes. "What you did can't be undone, Carlos."
I bow my head. "I know."
"What do you know?" she demands.
I know this conversation isn't going to be productive, but I also know she's pissed off and needs a way to let it out. I know I want to hold her, to comfort her, but I'm loathe to force my comfort on her if she hates me now.
I turn away from her, frustrated. Fury at el consejo returns. I pick up the iron bed and throw it against the wall where it clatters and falls to its side.
Sedona's eyes round.
Because there's nothing else to do, I pick it up and throw it again, this time in the direction of the door. I know these room are made of steel, that I won't beat my way out, even with an iron bed, but I'm not above trying.
When I pick it up a third time, Sedona shouts, "Stop!" I turn to find her holding her hands over her ears, tears swimming in those beautiful blue eyes.
I storm her, picking her up against my body with an arm around her waist and walking until her back hits the wall. I kiss her, sucking her lips, claiming her mouth with the ownership of a mate. It's not fair. It's not right. But she's mine now. There's nothing I can do to change that.
My thigh presses between her legs and I don't stop tormenting her mouth, fucking it with my tongue, mopping it with my lips. I taste her tears and it only fuels this need to consume her, to devour her. To further establish my claim on her because my wolf knows she's already slipped away.
"Sedona." I pull back, let her see every ounce of misery in my being. "I won't apologize again." I pound the wall beside her head with my fist. "I'm not sorry. Not sorry for claiming you."