Page 30 of Red Fire

My eyes go wide, my mouth drops open, and I make a choked noise at the harsh, stinging sensation. It feels like he is splitting me in half. I’m full. Almost too full. Stretched to capacity. It hurts, but behind the pain is a hint of pleasure. I hold on to thatas he starts moving. He’s rough, shoving into me. I have to work to keep from being plowed into the dirt.

My breasts are jerking back and forth. My bra doesn’t stand a chance against this onslaught. The pain quickly turns into something more. I groan as more wetness trickles down both thighs.

Creed makes a soft grunting noise that has my nipples tightening even more. Much to my shame, I come. It happens suddenly and quickly. We’ve only just started, and I’m there. My ex had to work hard, and even then, I didn’t always make it, yet here I am, orgasming in under a minute flat. I’m on my knees in the dirt, being fucked like an animal. It’s wrong. My body doesn’t care. My pussy tightens to the point of pain. My mouth drops open in a silent scream. Then I am gritting my teeth, trying not to yell as everything lets go.

Creed puts his hand over my mouth, and I bite down on him. He growls, sounding like he likes it. Like it’s turning him on. His cock seems to swell a little inside me. I can’t think about it because pleasure is flooding my whole body. My orgasm is just as hard and rough as the man himself. It matches the sex. It rushes through me like a flood. Then I am coming down, but he isn’t stopping. He lets go of my mouth, gripping my hips to hold me in place. He keeps going. His huge cock moving in and out of me. My body is making these slurping noises as he does. I’m that wet. My eyes widen as I start to get that coiling sensation again.

Again.

How?

It can’t be, and yet it is happening. The build starts. It doesn’t happen as quickly this time. It builds and builds and builds.

“Female,” he growls under his breath. “So wet.” He grunts. I think he’s close. There is so much pleasure laced in his words. “You take me so well. So small.” He keeps thrusting, his balls slapping my flesh. “Tight.”

That one little word has me tightening inside. My skin. My whole body feels strung tight. My orgasm is slow this time. I feel myself fluttering around him. He groans softly, like he is working hard to keep his composure.

“Feels good,” he groans. “So fucking good!”

I can’t say anything. I can’t breathe or blink or anything as I hit my peak. I stay there for a long time. I must be making noises because Creed clamps a hand over my mouth again. He crouches over me, his front against my back. He keeps thrusting…thrusting…thrusting. I keep coming…coming…coming. My eyes are wide. I’m noisy as I breathe through my nose. My breasts jerk hard with each punchy thrust, my fingers digging into the ground.

Finally, I’m coming down. Creed keeps going, drawing out my pleasure. He’s still rock-hard. I don’t think he’s come yet. His stamina floors me.

Then he pulls out on a soft growl. He pushes me down on the ground, and I turn so that my back is on the dirt. I go up on my elbows, watching him as he watches me. I expect him to plow back into me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes his cock in his hand, his eyes on me as he starts pumping his hand up and down his shaft. Then he is crunching over the middle, making small noises of pleasure as strings of come land on my belly and breasts. He grunts as more of his seed lands on me in sticky globs.

His eyes are blazing. He is gritting his teeth. He looks like an animal. His muscles are bulging. His teeth look a touch sharp. I even see a few bronze scales on his chest.

It freaks me out.

I just had the best sex of my life with someone who isn’t even human. What the hell is wrong with me? I scoot away from him. My jeans and underwear are around one ankle.

What have I done?

“What was this?” I bite out, looking at the mess he made all over me. It’s sticky, and there is plenty of it. I’m covered. My chest. My bra. My stomach.

“Since we were fucking anyway, I thought I would mark you with my scent. It will help mask yours and to keep the others away.” He is a little out of breath. He gives a one-shouldered shrug like it is no biggie. Like the sex was no biggie.

Mark me?

Holy shit!

My mind is going a mile a minute. I’m struggling with this whole thing, with his attitude, but I shouldn’t be. I mean, animals fuck all the time. Very few species mate for life. They mostly just fuck and move on. I’m feeling like that’s what just happened to me. No biggie. Creed is part animal, after all.

He’s part animal!

I’m reeling at my reaction to him. I’ve only ever had sex with one person before this. My ex. I’m not the type to sleep around. Not that there’s anything wrong with going out and hooking up, in having a good time, but it’s not me. I need an emotional connection. There was nothing emotional about this, and I liked it. No, I loved it. I loved every second. I don’t love how I feel now, though.

His words hurt me, which both confuses and irritates me. Do I want Creed to have feelings for me? Do I want to stay in this terrible place? No, and no. So why am I feeling pissy after that comment?

I can’t say.

I’m so confused. It’s not like I have any kind of feelings for Creed, so why should I care?

“I’m sorry for the mess,” he goes on, reading something in my expression. “My scent will help mask you. It will help keep you safe. I didn’t want to accidentally make you pregnant.”

Pregnant! Crap!

I feel sick. I completely forgot about a contraceptive. About diseases. Shit! Can Creed give me anything? Do these shifters even get sick? Do they get the same illnesses as we do? I forgot everything in that moment.