43. Thundering passions

"Don't," he'd warned her.

In typical fashion, she didn't listen.

She never did.

Go figure.

Shayde watched as Danika stumbled back from him, seeming to wage some mental tug of war inside of her head. Of what, he couldn't be certain. He had his suspicions though. In the next moment, seeming to have come to some decision on what to do, she spun around on her heels. And took off. Shayde stood there, watching her as she took off into the distance of the night, headed back toward the castle.

"Get her," Caspar urged.

He refused to listen to the needs of the animal. Caspar had always thrived on the thrill of the chase, finding him challenged to take down the prey that came into his path. Tonight that prey turned out to be none other than Danika Wolfe, the most pleasurable prey that'd ever come into his path. He wondered if Danika knew what an intoxicating sight she made. The alluring picture she presented for him tonight. The vision of her was absolutely breathtaking. The silk gown she'd worn to dinner was tucked into the waistband of her shorts, hugging the curves of her body. The bust of the gown encased her breasts like a glove, emphasizing the double DD breasts that rose high on her chest. Her strange hair had fallen down from the bun she'd placed atop her head, it now haloed around her face, dripping from the rain.

His cock went rock hard at the sight.

His blood pumped to his lower region.

He couldn't deny the demand of his loins. Danika's quick escape only served to fuel his desire for her, pushing him to pursue her relentlessly. With each stride, he felt the hunger within him grow, as if the predator had finally found its prey. Their eyes locked as he closed the distance between them. Her eyes were wild, full of fear and excitement. Her sweet scent wafted through the air, beckoning him closer.

Caspar roared to life where he simmered beneath the surface of his skin, wanting to chase down the mate fleeing from them. In that moment all of his wolf could seem to think about was tracking down the woman, ripping the clothes from her body. Having little doubt that once he finally caught up to her, those clothes would vanish and he'd take her on the ground. He didn't care if it was raining, if the both of them were sopping wet, Caspar wanted to take her like the animal he was.

Shayde attempted to temper the desires of the wolf, trying to caution him to be gentle. Reminding him no matter their wishes or even the fact she was their mate, she was still a human after all. He doubted the humanity of this woman would allow her to wish to be taken outside in the middle of a rainstorm, with such ferocity. If truth be told, he doubted the woman wanted to have sex with him at all. After all, this was the same woman he'd caught trying to run away from him in the middle of a storm, trudging through the wilderness to get away from him. No, she most definitely didn't want to have sex with him.

She wants us, his wolf told him, she wants to fuck.

He had to admit that his wolf was speaking accurately on the account. Danika most definitely wanted him on a sexual level. He could hear in her heartbeat, sense it in her blood, even smell it on her. The moment he’d stepped out of the trees he'd inhaled her scent, picking up the arousal that surged inside of her. She'd been insanely turned on by the sight of him, unable to fight the urge to take in his appearance. Especially the part of him that'd been standing to attention, gulping at the sheer enormity of it. Then in the seconds that followed he’d picked up the heat that'd swarmed her body, leading straight to the apex of her thighs. She'd been soaked and it wasn't from the storm.

Had the two of them stood out there for a second longer, then Shayde would've gladly taken her right there and be damned the consequences. Hell, he still would. He wasn't fool enough to think that the desire would escape him this time, right or wrong he was going to have her. Right out in the open, where all the world could see them, in the midst of the fierce thunderstorm, he was going to take his mate. Caspar wouldn't have it any other way and the beast was unwilling to listen to reason.

For once he didn't think to stop the animal. As rare as it was for him to accept, the two of them were on the same page. Shayde wanted her with the same ferocity and animalistic passion as his wolf did. Promising by the time he finished he’d have his mate precisely where he’d wanted her from day one. Lying beneath him, thrashing in the passion he evoked inside of her, demanding more.

And more is precisely what he’d give her. He’d give her everything that she demanded from him. Whatever there was inside of him. Shayde wouldn’t stop until the both of them were resorted to a puddle of mush, too exhausted for either of them to move or breathe.

As it should be, Caspar roared, she’s mine.

He thought better than to argue with the animal. The two of them had been at odds since she’d entered the picture. Shayde simply didn’t have it in him to fight him on this too. Especially when it was what he’d wanted all along.

Pushing aside the thoughts that were swirling around his head, he scanned the distance. His thoughts had given her the ample distraction that she’d needed. In the moments when he’d been focused elsewhere she’d disappeared on him. His gaze shot towards the castle in the distance, watching as his people milled out the door. All of them having followed through on the orders he’d given them. His people were making their leave of the castle, headed towards their own.

No, she wouldn’t have gone there. After what had happened earlier, Danika would steer clear of his people. Frightened of a repeat, she’d run in the opposite direction of them.

If not there, then where?

His gaze snapped towards the woods at the back end of the castle. He didn’t need his senses to tell him that was the direction that she’d gone tonight. It seemed that things between them had changed, again. The bond between them was stronger now, able to feel her inside of him. Like she was a part of him. Bound to him heart, body and soul. Able to sense her emotions. In due time Shayde would be able to sense her thoughts too, if he ever allowed himself to become attached to her.

Caspar grinned wolfishly.

“Don’t even think about it,” Shayde warned the animal, aware of where his thoughts were leading him. The wolf was right back to his original plans, to claim his mate. Permanently.

“Why are you even fighting this? It’s what both of us want. We could be together, finally. As we should’ve been from the moment we found her.”

“NO,” he shot him down instantly, unmindful of the desires that burned inside of him then. “You knew the score from the beginning. We can bed her, breed her, but she will never be ours.” Not really. Not in the way Caspar wished for them to be. Because when the time came Danika would be returned to the human world and he’d be left alone.

Stepping through the cluster of trees that were beyond his home, Shayde peered into the shadows. Heightened night vision allowed him to see in the darkness better than the average werewolf. “Danika,” he called out in the softest whisper, gentle, as if goading her to come out. “You can’t hide from me.”

His head snapped around as he spied the movement to the side of his head. Just in time to watch as she stepped from one tree to the next. Ducking behind the trunk, he saw her trembling form cowering in the distance. Chuckling humorously as he watched her take cover, he shifted towards her. “Come out come out wherever you are.” He quite enjoyed the game he was having with her.

Danika’s every muscle tensed as she heard Shayde’s voice, her heart pounding in her chest. She had nowhere to run, nowhere she could hide from him. The woods seemed to close in on her, and her fear only grew with each passing moment. Her mind flashed back to the night she'd met him, the storm that had brought them together, and the animalistic passion that had consumed them both. But she knew better than to trust him, to go to him.

As she cowered behind the tree, she could feel the heat of his body closing in on her. Blocking her in. Suffocating her almost. Danika struggled to maintain her breathing, to merge together in the wilderness. As if she could somehow camouflage herself in this place, to keep from being seen.

Shayde stepped out from behind the tree, his eyes glowing with hunger and desire. "I told you couldn’t run from me. I will find you no matter where you go or how far you run from me.”

“Please,” she begged him, stumbling back from the man, frantically glancing around. Her eyes darted in every direction, trying to find a way out of there. “Don’t hurt me.”

A hand latched onto the back of her neck as she attempted to slip past him. She found herself pressed face-first into the tree. Shayde bore down on her, his body pressed into her backside, eliciting desires in both of them. “I won’t hurt you,” his voice rumbled in the back of his throat, his hands imprisoned her there. “What I have in mind for you won’t hurt. I promise you will quite like what I have in store for you.”

“But..but,” she stammered.

Laughing at her futile attempts to escape him, Shayde tightened his grip on her."But what?" he growled, his voice low and seductive, his breath hot against her ear.

Danika trembled under his touch, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to find words. But there were none. None that would make the situation less dangerous, less...exciting.

"Never mind," she choked out, her voice small and timid in the face of his dominance. "Just...don't hurt me."

His answering laugh sent shivers down her spine, and she squirmed beneath his grasp. But he only tightened his grip further, pulling her closer to him. "I wouldn't dream of it," he whispered against her ear, his voice sending a shiver of desire down her spine. "I want you to enjoy this, Danika. Every minute of it."

Danika's eyes widened in shock at his words, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch. Shayde burrowed his head in the crook of her neck, nuzzling her tender flesh. He moaned in torment at the scent wafting to his nose. Her scent. Her amazing, intoxicating, arousing scent. It’d gotten him from the moment he’d caught it for the first time in his room.

Sliding his tongue along the curve of her neck, a hand reached to the shorts she wore. Danika released a gasp that inspired a chuckle, when the shorts were torn from her body. Leaving them discarded on the ground, the underwear followed suit. Her head fell backward on a moan, freely submitting to the desires inside of her. Her need.

Aroused at this knowledge Shayde couldn’t hold himself back for a moment longer. With the speed of light Danika found herself spinning around. Yet, the sudden movement through her off guard, unbalanced she toppled to the ground. Shayde didn’t even second guess what he was going to do. In seconds flat he knelt behind her, hands on her hands gripped her closer. In one powerful thrust he slammed into her body, eliciting cries of pleasure from both.

He tried to be gentle, reminding himself she was still a human. No matter if she was his mate, she did not understand what was going on. Nor would she be able to sate the animalistic urges of his wolf. Her next words proved him wrong. “Fuck me!,” Danika screamed aloud amongst the crackling of lightning, “Give me everything you got.”

Oh goddess, she was so fucking perfect. In a moment that should’ve caused her fear, she only demanded more. Completely losing control on his restraint Shayde never balked. His grip tightening further onto her, he rammed his cock inside of her. Danika screamed loudly as he penetrated her over and over. She met his advances with thrusts of her own, hands dug into the earth and head arched back, she showed no restraint in the face of their violent passions.

Shayde had barely managed to release his seed inside of her, when he jerked them to their feet. Swinging the woman over his shoulder, he stalked towards the castle. Nor did she think to protest the maneuver. Danika had completely submitted to the desires of this man, willing to go wherever he wanted.

Inside of his bedroom he kicked the door closed behind him. Placing her on her feet hands reached for the gown she wore. In one smooth motion, the garment was torn from her body. Both of them were left standing there, inflamed by their passions, breathing ragged.

“Tell me,” he growled. Shayde couldn’t begin to understand what he was asking her, but she seemed to.

“I want you,” she rasped thickly.

Aroused at the words, her confession to her own desires, he didn’t hold back for a second longer. Throwing her down on the expanse of the bed, he quickly followed suit. He was barely holding it together, Caspar desperate to emerge, when he slammed inside of her. Danika tossed her head back and cried for all the world to hear. In that moment she didn’t seem to care who could, simply wanting to express her desires.

And she did express them.

All night long. Shayde barely had the chance to cum inside of her, when he shifted their positions and took her again. Repeatedly he devoured the body of this girl, sating his desires, but it did little to absolve his passions.

More than two hours later, having taken her at least half a dozen times, he fell on the bed. Danika lay next to him, thoroughly exhausted, covered in dirt, sweat and what he didn’t want to laminate on. The girl had taken him better than any werewolf had been able to. She’s perfect, Caspar piped in, made just for me. Shayde groaned in torment at the animal's statement, but failed to respond. He was so fucking screwed. There was no way that Caspar was going to allow him to lose his mate. Fuck!