**THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER. THE DISCLAIMER STILL HOLDS.**
**CHAPTER FIFTY SIX.**
Draken’s gaze flickered for a moment, just the briefest flash of recognition beneath it. However, it wasn’t enough. At least for me. Draken wasn’t himself anymore, not fully. The rut had taken over, and I wasn’t sure if my words could even reach him. His breath was hot, laboured, against my face as he hovered over me, his chest heaving. His golden eyes weren’t dilated anymore. Instead, they were now narrowed into golden slits as he took me in, as if debating whether I was prey or his lover—or perhaps both.
The silence was suffocating. It pained me to see Draken like this, even though I myself was a mess all thanks to him. I dared to stroke his cheek again, trying to remind him of who I was—of who we were—but before I could get another word out, his claws raked down my sides, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to send a sharp warning through my nerves that had me whimpering in pain. His body pressed down on me, his fur tickling against my naked body as he pinned me to the floor with a force that made my breath hitch.
“Draken, please…you're there, aren't you,” I whispered, my voice trembling, both from fear and the strange, twisted, desire that still coursed through me despite the pain. Despite the bleeding. Despite everything.
He didn’t respond, at least not in words. Instead, his hand slipped between my legs again, rough and demanding, parting my thighs. His fingers found my slick folds, and he pressed into me without warning, his claws scratching through my walls. It sent a jolt of pleasure and pain rippling through my body.
Then he pressed another finger into me, making it two.
I gasped at the pain shooting through my body, clutching at the slippery floor — one caused my the blood from my chest, beneath me as my back arched involuntarily, my hips lifting to meet his hand.
The pleasure was overwhelming, tears clouded my vision, but there was something raw, almost violent in the way he touched me. His fingers thrust in and out of me, relentless, and my body responded despite the pain aching through my body. I conflicted, caught between fear and need. My body betrayed me with every gasp and moan that slipped from my lips. Draken’s growls deepened, becoming more urgent as his hand moved faster, his fingers curling inside me in a way that made my entire body tremble. He had found my G spot and he used his claws to scratch through it. Not gently, and it hurt. I knew I would bleed.
I should have been terrified. No, I *was* terrified. But beneath the fear I was feeling, my werecat side that wouldn't stop sending cat tingles earlier responded to him in ways I couldn’t fully understand. It was as if his rut had awakened a part of me I didn’t even know existed—one that craved this wild, unbridled side of him. One that craved the pain diluted with pleasure.
“Draken…” His name came out as a desperate whisper, but it wasn’t enough to break through the fog of his rut. He was far lost in it, consumed by the need to prey on me, and I could feel that same need rising in me, as terrifying as it was.
Without warning, he pulled his fingers out from me and flipped me over onto my stomach.
I barely even had the time to catch my breath before he positioned himself behind me, his claws gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks for months. His breath was hot and ragged against the back of my skin, and I could feel the weight of him pressing down on me.
“Stay still,” he growled, the command rumbling through the air. “You move…I tear you apart.”
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard some ripping from behind — which meant he had finally taken off his jeans, then he pressed his body against mine, his hardness brushing against my entrance.
I flinched at the contact. He felt bigger than the last time we had sex.
My fingers dug into the floor as I braced myself, my mind racing, my body trembling with both anticipation and fear. I could feel him, spreading my cheeks even wider as he positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. At this very moment, every instinct I had was screaming at me to move, to fight and push him away, but there was a deeper, darker part of me that I never knew about who wanted this — wanted *him*, even like this.
And then, with one swift motion, he was inside me.
I cried out, breathless. The sensation of him filling me all at once overwhelming. The sharp pain quickly gave way to pleasure. Draken growled low in his throat, his grip on my hips tightening as he began to move, his thrusts hard and fast, driving into me with a ferocity that I would never have imagined from him.
My mind went blank as my breast jiggled painfully on my chest. I was lost to the sensation of him inside of me. The feel of his claws digging into my skin, and the way my body responded to him, matching his rhythm, moving and meeting him with each thrust. It was as if nothing else in the world existed but this—this moment, this raw, consuming need that bound us together. This moment were Draken beared his vulnerable self before me.
“Draken…” I moaned his name again, but this time it wasn’t a plea or a beg for him to stop or slow down. No, it was a call for surrender. A call for more.
My eyes fell close to the erotic sounds of our skin clashing as Draken continued his thrust. Then he increased his pace.
It was faster.
Harder.
Feral.
Draken was rough with his thrust as his fangs found the sensitive part of neck again, nipping at them before he bit deeply into it. He drew blood.