Chapter 20 Ravina's New Game
Aurelia
The command snapped through me like a whip.
There was no room for argument or gentleness. I tried to move back, but his eyes pinned me to the spot.
The mate bond roared louder than it had ever done, his desire slamming into me, thick and molten, making my core clench hard enough to hurt.
I felt it all: the way he wanted to claim me, mark me, bury himself so deep inside that nothing could ever tear us apart again.
The terror he’d felt seeing me surrounded, bleeding, defenseless. The fury that anyone had dared to touch me.
And beneath it all, the dark, possessive certainty that only this would make me whole again.
My hands trembled as I reached for the hem of my dress.
I pulled it up, inch by inch, exposing my thighs, my hips, the black lace panties soaked through from the adrenaline rush and the unrelenting pull of the bond.
Zhayad’s nostrils flared. A satisfied growl rumbled from his chest.
He didn’t wait for permission. One massive hand wrapped around my good ankle, spreading me wider.
The other tore the lace away in a single, brutal motion. Then he was between my thighs, the heat of him scorching my skin.
His cock, thick, hard, and already weeping at the tip, nudged against my entrance. This was going to hurt, Zhayad was massive, and being gentle was foreign to him.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I did. I couldn’t look away if I tried.
His fierce eyes locked on mine, and I was still trying to interpret what the look he was giving me meant when he thrust in one brutal stroke that seated him to the hilt.
“Aaagh!” I cried out, pain and pleasure crashing together, the stretch almost too much, the fullness overwhelming and consuming me.
He didn’t give me time to adjust, he pulled back and slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked my body against the forest floor.
Every thrust sent sparks up my injured leg, hot, tingling, healing energy flooding the wound as the mate bond poured his power straight into me.
My ankle throbbed less with each stroke, the swelling easing, the bone knitting under the force of his claiming.
Zhayad didn’t let me catch my breath. He pulled out, then slammed in and stayed buried to the hilt inside me, letting me feel every brutal inch while the healing heat of the mate bond seared through my ankle.
The pain was fading fast, replaced by a deeper, hungrier ache that had nothing to do with broken bones.
He pulled out again, with agonizing slowness until only the swollen head stretched my entrance, then slammed back in with a wet, obscene slap that echoed through the trees.
“I want to hear you scream my name, Aurelia,” he growled against my throat, his fangs scraping the claiming mark until fresh sparks danced down my spine. “Let the moon hear who owns this tight little cunt.”
He thrust again, harder, and deeper this time, stealing the air from my lungs and stretching me.
“You’re so big,” I moaned, my fingers digging in the forest floor. My thighs trembled around his hips as he fucked me relentlessly. “You’re so fucking big…stretching me….filling me—”
“And you’re so tight,” he rasped, his voice shredded with restraint and raw need. “So wet. Dripping for your Alpha like the perfect little slut you were born to be.”
He hooked my good leg over his forearm, spreading me wider, turning my body onto my side so he could watch every inch disappear inside me.
The new angle let him grind against that spot deep inside, the one that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
He angled his hips and started fucking me with short, punishing strokes aimed straight at my womb.
“Ohhh….fuck! Zhayad—” My voice broke into desperate, filthy whimpers. “Right there … gods… right there… please…don’t stop—”
“You like that?” he snarled, his free hand sliding between us to circle my swollen clit with rough, relentless fingers. “You like your Alpha pounding this greedy pussy until you can’t walk straight tomorrow?”
“Yes… yes… please…” I sounded wrecked, shameless, completely undone. Every thrust punched the breath from my lungs; every grind against my clit sent lightning racing up my spine.
“Beg for it, little mate. Beg your Alpha to fuck you full. Beg me to breed you until you’re swollen with my pups and everyone can smell me on you for miles.” I felt his claws on my nipples as he spoke, pinching and twisting and rubbing.
My walls clenched hard around him, fluttering, milking him as the first wave of my orgasm built like a tidal wave.
“Please…. Zhayad…please…” I sobbed, my nails raking down his now blood-streaked back. “Fuck me… breed me… fill me…make me yours… make me scream…”
He snarled and slammed in so deep I felt him in my throat.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his thumb pressing hard on my clit, his hips snapping in a brutal rhythm that made me forget my name.
“Come on my cock. Drench me. Let the whole fucking forest know who this pussy belongs to.”
The orgasm ripped through me like a hurricane. My back arched off the forest floor, thighs locking around him, a scream tearing from my throat so raw it echoed off the ridge.
“ZHAYAD!”
He roared my name in answer, his hips stuttering, cock swelling impossibly thicker inside me.
Then he came in hot, thick pulses, pumping me full of his cum.
He didn’t pull out. He stayed locked deep, grinding slow, lazy circles, pushing his release even deeper while I trembled through the aftershocks, tears streaming down my temples.
I was too weak to move, Zhayad had likely ruined me for life with just his cock. Positively, of course.
I was falling asleep before I even knew it, but I knew the moment we reached the pack-house. I was in the backseat of a car, but I didn't remember anything between lying on the forest floor under the weight of the Alpha and getting into the car.
It rolled to a stop, and the door opened, letting the cold night air inside the car.
Zhayad carried me out of the backseat bridal style, like I was a fragile little doll. He didn't respond to the questions or greetings, not even when they called his name.
He led us to the bedroom, carrying me straight to the bathroom. He set me gently on the wide marble ledge beside the oversized tub, keeping one hand at the small of my back to steady me while the other reached for the tap.
Hot water began to rush in, the steam curling upward, scented faintly with cedar and lavender. He tested the temperature with his wrist, then turned to me.
He opened his mouth to speak, but a knock on the door interrupted him.
“You may come in.” He said flatly, his voice devoid of warmth.
I wasn't surprised when the door opened, I knew shifters had incredible hearing, but hearing Ravina's voice surprised me.
“Alpha, I apologize for interrupting your bonding time, but I have something you should see. It seems Aurelia has been communicating with her father through notes.”
The steam in the room suddenly felt suffocating, clinging to my skin like guilt made visible. The note my father had sent…. I'd hidden it right here in one of the bathroom cabinets, where Thayne wouldn't think to look.
So how had Ravina found it?