Blood of The Beast

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Scylla:   

    I didn't dare move or unwrap myself from him as he drove. If anything, I settled more into the coldness of him, needing to be closer. We came to a stop. He climbed out keeping me locked in place against him. I can't even look away from him. I'm afraid if I do it might anger him further. The look in his eyes is that of a predator. Something dark. 

    The sound of the two doors being locked surprised me. We had made it to my- our room in a second. He sat on the bed lowering me enough for me to straddle him. The only light in here is coming from the massive window behind us. I looked out at the first quarter moon resting my head on his shoulder. My instincts shouldn't be this strong for a few more days. 

    The heat he ignites in me has not diminished in the slightest. He gripped the back of my t-shirt and ripped it apart before he stood up and laid me on my back. My legs are still wrapped around him. I let go of his neck as he pulled away to completely remove the t-shirt from my body. I cringed watching him look over my bare skin. This isn't the first time someone has seen me like this. It comes with being a wolf. There aren't always spare clothes lying around so when we shift back into our skin. This is, however, the first time I let a man see me this way. 

    "I'm going to take you. I'm going to mark you. You're mine," he growled. "Say it now,"

    "I'm yours," I tried not to laugh still not recognizing my voice. 

    His demanding demeanor is something else. I'm going to have to get used to it. His eyes flared red again completely shushing the laughter I had needed to let out. The fear crept through me again as he unbuttoned my slacks. The buttons of his flannel scattered as he ripped his own clothes off causing the core of me to clench in anticipation. The shaking is starting as a low hum in my body.

    "I'm sorry," he growled climbing onto the bed. He looked down at me with his terrifying red eyes. "This is not going to be gentle at all,"

    "No, it's not," I agreed, feeling my canines rip through my gums. My wolf is very present and wants nothing more than to make sure everyone knows this man belongs to me.

    I was out of the rest of my clothes in seconds. The red in his eyes is no longer restricted to the center of his iris. They are both glazed over and shining brilliant red. The adrenaline inside of me is pumping through my veins with both fear and anticipation. The terror flushed through me when I felt the tip of his manhood against my entrance. This isn't s*x. He's going to feed. I feel a lot like the mouse in a cat and mouse chase right now. That's never happened before. I've never acknowledged anyone to be stronger than me. No one has ever scared me like this.  

    My body shook knowing this is going to hurt. His features changed as his fangs came down to their rightful place. He pushed my hair out of the way looking me over hungrily. I was already breathing hard letting the fear overcome me but I can hear it in my ears. Almost like I was laying next to myself breathing up against my head. Why is this the way I react to him? How can this much fear be so exhilarating?

    I cried out when I felt him push into me hard. The pain washed over me as he pulled out and pushed back in even harder. The horror was momentarily forgotten and replaced by the deep bite of his fangs. I cried out again my body and mind are both in shock. Terror and pain coursed through me as he pulled away allowing my blood to spill out of me. I can feel the warmth of it spilling out of the wound in my neck, throbbingly.

    His growl bounced off the walls as he rocked against me wrapping his massive hand around my throat. My body reacted in the complete opposite of this assault. I want more. My claws broke through my fingers. I gripped his arms using my claws to tear through his skin. He hissed and I took the opportunity to flip us over so I'm on top. My blood continued to rush out, dripping down onto his chest as I rocked my hips against his. The animal in me has completely taken over. This is pure instinct.

    The size of him filling me had felt like it had torn me in half and now I couldn't have enough of it. I let a possessive growl escape my throat as I looked down watching him slide in and out of me. I looked up at him the anger rolling through him made me smile. He doesn't like being on the bottom but he knows not to stop me. I placed my hands on his chest letting my claws pierce the skin there to make sure he didn't try to dominate me. 

    His hand gripping my thighs rocking me faster against him. The build-up is coming. I can feel the anxiety of it tingling in my teeth. The beast in me is salivating for the taste of him. Saliva filled my mouth spilling out, sliding down my chin, and onto his chest. I felt the shift in him. The fear and it feeds the monster in me. I lowered myself down to him before he could change his mind and bit into the thick muscle of his neck. He growled this time grabbing a fist full of my hair unsure if he should pull me away or not. 

    "f**k," his hips bucked under me his c**k wildly twitching inside of me. "Scylla,"

    I pulled back snarling as he called out my name with fear lacing his voice. I bit him again. My claws are digging into his chest claiming my property reminding him that he no longer belongs to anyone other than me. His body shook under me as I continued to rock against him. I cried out again as the o****m erupted, sending shivers throughout my body. I looked around to find a lot of blood. Both mine and his drenching our bodies, the comforter. I collapsed against him taking in deep painful breaths.

    Our minds are opening up to one another. I can feel him invading all of my senses like he hadn't already taken the throne in my life. If I thought I could feel him before this, I was wrong. He's intrusive, relentless, powerful. My body is trembling as it got used to the acceptance of him. This is the greatest high I have ever felt in my entire existence. I had a good reason to start a war before this. Now that he's here. I have the perfect reason to make it out alive.