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Richard

I said it again, Jane was my mate. She was mine. I repeated it over and over so I wouldn’t let myself think otherwise.

I might have rejected her once, but that meant nothing now. I wanted her back, and I would have her back, no matter what it took.

I would crush anyone who dared to take her from me. The Goddess knew I wouldn’t spare them. I could not, and would not, trade her for anything.

If she even thought of replacing me, of involving herself with another man, I would kill him.

Just like that pathetic swindler she’d taken as a second mate. A lowlife with the audacity to challenge me and to hold my mate’s hand in my presence.

And then he had the gall to claim her boldly, even though he hadn’t marked her. No one had ever dared to defy me like that.

The fact that he came from one of those impoverished packs made it worse. He was no match for me, not in strength, not in wealth. He was nothing.

What he had done back there was unforgivable. I counted every minute until I could snap his neck, tear him limb from limb. He was lucky, lucky I still needed him alive, if only to keep Jane by my side.

But once we reached my pack, and I had her locked away, I would kill that idiot. No one dared touch my mate the way he had and lived to tell the tale. He had to die—of that; I was certain. Just not yet, but soon enough, he would.

My gaze locked on Jane, and satisfaction surged through me—she was back where she belonged, with me. Ever since she had tried to kill me and run, I had searched every corner for her.

All I had ever wanted was to make her mine, to claim her as my mate. I had been denied once, but not anymore. Now it was just me and her, and I would have her exactly as I pleased.

I didn’t want to wait until we reached the pack. I wanted her here and now, and I was going to take her, whether she liked it or not.

She tried to follow my command, but her hands froze, and she attempted to retreat, as if she thought she could escape me.

“Unzip my pants,” I commanded, guiding her hands over my rigid length.

“Please…” she begged, her voice small and shaking. “I don’t want to.”

Her pleading only made my anger burn hotter. “Do it, or he dies,” I hissed, reminding her of the leverage I held.

Her tears streamed, but I wasn’t listening. I was already tired of her resistance.

“Now!”

When she hesitated, I unzipped it myself and pressed her between my legs. She sank to her knees, her face just inches from mine, tears spilling down her cheeks. I hated that she felt this way over some other man, but that could wait.

All I wanted in that moment was to take her, and I didn’t care if she was in tears. I would thrust into her regardless, taking my pleasure even if it brought her pain. As my mate, she owed me—always. I had been denied her years ago, starved of her touch, but not anymore.

I pressed my length in front of her, throbbing and desperate, craving her mouth—but she refused.

“Do it right now!” I barked. She didn’t budge. She just cried and stared at my dick like it was the first time she had seen it. “Suck.”

“I don’t want to… please! Don’t make me do this!” she whimpered, her voice trembling with fear and desperation.

“You must!” I couldn’t control my anger anymore. She just triggered it, and I would have to deal with her for that. “Stop the car.”

Immediately, the car came to an abrupt halt. “My King?” The driver turned to look at me but quickly bowed when he saw the state of things. I wasn’t perturbed by that; this was my car, and I had every right to do as I pleased.

“Get out of the car!” I ordered him. He opened the door and scurried out, leaving Jane and me.

Before she could speak, I yanked her hair, forcing her to take me in her mouth. She tried to protest, but my grip was unyielding, and I made her obey.

Her words were muffled by my movement as I thrust inside her mouth. She gagged and tried to pull away, but I didn’t let her.

I kept thrusting in and out of her mouth, enjoying her resistance. I rocked my hips so I could feel her well.

“Yes, baby. Suck me faster,” I grunted, increasing my pace. She groaned and gagged as I continued my assault on her mouth.

Heat surged through me, and I could feel myself teetering on the edge. I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled out, desperate to be inside her. That was what I needed most.

She made a move for the door, trying to escape, but I yanked her back and flung her onto the wide seat.

It was perfect for the two of us. I lifted her dress, slid down her panties, and spread her legs, positioning myself between them.

She tried to pull away, but I held her close, guiding her hands gently as I pressed against her. My weight on her was firm but careful, keeping her pressed against the seat. Her eyes widened, a shiver running through her as our bodies pressed together.

Her body was tense, trembling with a mixture of terror and helplessness. Each sob that escaped her lips was filled with desperation, her voice breaking as she pleaded for mercy.

Without hesitation, I slipped my fingers inside her, and she gasped, screamed, and begged, but everything fell on deaf ears as I increased the pace at a faster rate.

Her body grew wetter with every thrust, until at last she shattered around my fingers. I brought them to my lips, savoring her taste with a groan. Delicious.

“Let me go!” she cried out, trying to break free. “Please.”

“Not until I’ve had you to my satisfaction,” I growled, thrusting into her with desperate need as I claimed her completely.

“Fuck." The word tore from my lips as bliss consumed me. Being inside her was everything—tight, wet, perfect.

Each thrust drove me deeper, my length sliding in and out of her slick heat, and my entire body shuddered with raw pleasure.

“Oh, little mate, your pussy is so sweet, just like I always imagined,” I groaned against her ear.

My fingers circled her clit, teasing mercilessly as I thrust into her, savoring every shiver of her body beneath mine.

Her cries filled the air, a mixture of pleasure and desperation, and I reveled in the sound. I could feel her slickness coating me as I drove deeper, each thrust harder, faster, chasing the satisfaction I craved.

The pressure built until I finally let go, releasing inside her with a groan, and refusing to stop until every drop was buried deep within her.

“Dear little mate, you’re mine—always mine,” I growled, driving into her one last time before collapsing against her, utterly spent.