Page 13 of Unnatural Fate

He looked up as he lowered himself to his stomach between my legs. “It’s a good thing I don’t believe in God.”

Lightning-fast, he bit the base of my cock. The pain hit me like a truck, and I arched into him, barely keeping control of the wolf, blacking out for a second, maybe longer. I came to, clutching the back of his head, yanking, pulling, trying to make it stop. I convulsed and collapsed back as the pleasure hit. His smile pressed into my sensitive skin, lips sealing around the base of my cock to suck.

I gasped and came. No control. No warning. Just cum all over his face and over his shoulder. He massaged my balls, milking me for everything I had. I couldn’t move, my muscles paralyzed by his suck.

He didn’t stop, flickering his gaze up to meet mine as he sucked. My entire body shuddered, and I gasped. My balls might have been empty, but the ecstasy was endless. He took his time licking and playing, prolonging the pleasure and his feed without taking too much of my life force.

“Fuck you,” I finally managed.

He sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. My blood streaked across his alabaster skin. “So easy, Dominic. You should really try to hold off.”

The scent of my blood hit me, and my eyes were black again. He’d wanted the wolf, and he now had him. My lips pulled back, and I launched myself across the bed to grab him by the throat. Our mouths met, and I licked my blood from his lips and teeth, mixing the taste of myself between us.

He laughed—the bastard.

He’d known exactly what he was doing. Calculating, always calculating.

He put a hand on my chest and pushed. I was breathing hard when he broke the kiss to reach for the lube. He coated himself, letting me watch. I reached for him, helping spread the lube over his cock.

“You’re so much more agreeable after you’ve had an orgasm, Dominic. Has anyone told you as much?”

“Come here.” I crooked a finger at him, opening my thighs and exposing my hole.

He lowered himself, taking my bait. “I love when you’re willing.”

I flipped him under me with ease, shoving my thighs between his to gain the position I wanted. He fought me, and we flipped over and then over again, slamming to the floor. His back hit the hardwood, knocking the wind out of him, which gave me enough advantage to gain the upper hand. I pressed my forearm to his throat, pinning him. He didn’t need to breathe, but my arm still kept him in place while I forced my knees between his, opening him inch by inch.

I grabbed my dick with my still-slick hand and pressed my tip against his rim. “I told you I’d be fucking you and leaving a mark for every person you’ve had in here.”

“If you think I’d let you take me without a fight, you don’t know me as well as I thought you did, lover.”

I forced myself inside him, not bothering with care. He loved when I took him with all the force of the monster I was. Love was brutal between us, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

If I gave him a second, we’d be fighting again. He might anyway. Just because I’d entered him first didn’t mean it would end that way. We both reveled in the fight. But he surprised me, arching and giving in gracefully, taking me to my hilt.

He dragged his nails down my back, fucking himself onto my cock. I might be on top, but neither of us took it lying down. We would use each other to the fullest extent. Our mouths met again in a clash, and my hips pounded into his ass, driving my cock into him over and over.

“I’ve missed this.” He wrapped his legs around my hips, forcing me to stay deep as he rocked.

“You’re going soft on me,” I said on a groan, close to losing it again. I grabbed his cock, wanting to feel him come undone before I let go.

“Mark me, Dominic.” He grabbed my ass as his head fell back. He gave over to his orgasm, squeezing around my cock, pulsing with the rhythm of his heart.

I felt it all. Every wave of his pleasure. Every beat of his dead heart. I lost it, filling him. I shook with the intensity of it. Pleasure licking up my spine, taking over all of me.

He reached for me after, and I let him pull me into his arms. I settled there, taking comfort in the aftermath.

He softened, placing small kisses wherever his lips met. It was another kind of sex. The come down. Aftercare, maybe. Strokes and touches, reacquainting ourselves with one another. We were kinder. Like we had to get the aggression and hate out of our system before there was room for love.

I would never admit to myself how much I needed his softness as much as his hate. I melted into his love. Into the way we came down together. If only life could be as easy as it was in these quiet moments with him. I’d never stop loving him and it was my curse to bear.

“I love you too, Vinkettin.”

“I know.” There was a catch in his voice I’d never heard before.

“Mad at me still?”

“I think I’m past mad, Dominic. I think I’ve settled into resolve.”