**This chapter contains Violence, a bit of gore, dub-con, and a tone of bestiality. Please, proceed with caution.**
**CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE.**
Draken's skin was flushed a deep, molten red, radiating intense heat. The warmth pouring off his body felt like a furnace, and his scent — that intoxicating, beachy aroma — overwhelmed my senses, drowning me in it. Every breath I took was filled with him, seeping into my lungs, my blood, until I couldn't think straight. I felt trapped beneath the intensity, as if my very consciousness was slipping into oblivion. He lowered his mouth to my breasts, sucking hard on the tender flesh, and his sharp fangs grazed the delicate skin, teasing it with just the edge of a bite. A sharp sting followed, and my nipples began to bleed.
I flinched at the sight of blood coming out from my nipples, but Draken didn't seem to mind as he continued to bite and suck. I was a mess already. A mess—a quivering, panting mess of soft moans and whispered pleas, calling his name over and over.. A mess of dampened pants that couldn't wait to be torn off. Yet, Draken was too absorbed in his fixation on my breasts. His mouth was relentless on one, while his hand toyed with the other, fondling it roughly, as if I were his prey and he the predator playing with his meal.
“Dra—” My voice faltered, my words swallowed by the sensation as his fangs pressed down harder on my sensitive nipple.
I groaned, my body instinctively arching under his touch, but his grip around me tightened, unyielding, as if he could feel my urge to pull away. For a brief second, I was convinced he’d bitten clean through my nipple, but when I dared glance down, it was still intact—just bloodied, raw, and sensitive beyond belief. And Draken was licking away the blood, savouring it. I could tell he was now fully lost to his rut. No human instincts. Everything about him at that moment was primal. Animalistic.
As if he couldn't get enough – which might have been the case – Draken pressed me even more against the glass. While one his hand held me by my waist tightly, the other remained fondling my other breast, but then he stopped sucking on my nipple for a moment as he breathed against it. He stared at it with a sort of hunger in his eyes. One that felt like he was going to tear off my breast from my chest. I squirmed at the thought. I knew Draken had lost control of himself at this point, but he wouldn't —
A guttural growl ripped from his throat, silencing my thoughts as his hands grabbed my breasts together, forcing them into his mouth. He sucked on both at once, his teeth grazing the tender flesh, biting down hard enough to make me wince.
“Draken, c-can you give me a minute?” I forced the words from my mouth, but they sounded weak, lost. He didn’t hear me. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. He continued, more aggressive than before, biting and sucking with reckless abandon, as if my breasts were nothing more than raw meat to him now.
I knew I signed up for this. I knew I was the one who promised to take responsibility for his rut, but…but I was getting scared already by the being at my front.
He looked up at me as he sucked my breasts. His golden eyes had a spark in it, and I could tell the person before me wasn't Draken anymore.
Liquid heat pooled between my legs at the sight, at the power radiating off him. My mind was telling me to run away from him, so was my cat tingles, but my soaked panties and pleasure aching body was telling me otherwise.
Draken's hand slipped down to my trousers, his fingers brushing against my clit through the fabric, and I gasped, my back arching uncontrollably as a moan tore from my throat.
“Stay!” His voice was deep, guttural, and utterly foreign—nothing like Draken’s usual tone. It was animalistic, commanding, and it terrified me. He unwrapped my legs from his waist and let them drop to the floor. I could barely stand, my legs shaking like jelly, but his grip around my waist kept me upright. “Don’t try to run away.”
With harsh hands, I was turned around until my face was pressed against the window. I winced at the contact of my breasts against the cold glass — which amplified the pain. I got a view of the Hudson river which glistened under the half crescent moon. On any other day I would have admired the view, but right at that moment…I couldn't. Not when my breast were bleeding. Not when Draken's fingers were tearing my trousers off me like I was a Barbie doll.
I felt tears prickle my eyes as my trousers was completely torn off, leaving me only in my panties. Those too were gone in the next second.
Draken’s hands spread my cheeks, and I heard a deep growl from him. He dragged me down by the legs, my body falling to the floor with a hard thud. The impact was brutal, and I felt a sharp pain shoot through my nose. The sickening crack echoed loudly and painfully in my ears.
I could tell my nose had gotten broken, and it hurt like a bitch.
“Ah!” I cried loudly in pain as I tried to adjust myself, but Draken's hand kept me glued to the floor and I could feel something tickle my back. “Draken, please... stop. Wait. Just give me a—”
A loud moan left my lips when I felt his tongue down on my pussy. Draken muttered some inaudible words before thrusting his tongue deep into my hole. I arched beneath him, my body betraying me as more liquid dripped down my thighs. The broken nose, the bleeding breasts, the claw marks that stung my skin—all of it faded under the overwhelming pleasure. Nothing like I'd ever felt before.
My hands desperately searched for what to hold on to, but they found nothing. Instead, I clenched my fingers close, trying my best to bear in the pain as Draken continued to plunge my hole, lick my pussy walls, and tease my clit with bite. I could feel myself getting close to orgasm.
Then, without warning, Draken pulled back, his tongue leaving me cold and wanting. He turned me over, and what I saw next stole the breath from my lungs.
Draken wasn’t Draken anymore.
His fur had come in—gray, like the stormy sky before a violent rain. On any other day I would have admired it, but not today. Not when he was lost to his rut. His golden eyes burned with a predatory gleam, so far removed from the warm, forest-green ones I knew so well. Those eyes felt so foreign. Distant. His pointed ears twitched, his fangs fully extended, gleaming under the dim light.
“Are you there, Draken?” I asked, my voice trembling as I reached for him, touching the sweat-matted fur on his face. “It's okay. I'm here for you.”