Carnage Island (Reject Island)(34)

He growls a little, but his gaze holds a note of amusement. “Still trying to top me, hmm?” He catches my lip between his teeth and bites down hard, drawing blood. “I’m Alpha, baby.” He drives his hips forward to punctuate his point. “I’m the one with the knot you need.” He licks the blood from my lip, a soft rumble following from his mouth. “You’ll submit.”

I buck into him instead, my nails digging into his back.

If he wants me to submit, he’ll need to work for it.

His lips curl, his eyes flashing with his wolf.

“Keep fighting me,” he says, his palm wrapping around my throat as he thrusts harshly into my aching heat.

I wrap my legs around him, squeezing out my demand since I can no longer speak.

He growls in approval, his wolf so close to the surface that I can almost taste his feral nature.

This is dangerous.

He is dangerous.

But I’ve lost the ability to worry about what he may do to me.

All I can do is hold on and dare him to fuck me harder, which I do by writhing beneath him.

He smiles, but it’s not a kind look on him. It’s dark. It’s predatory. It’s sexy as hell.

This male is the epitome of Alphas everywhere.

He’s the one that makes other Alphas bow.

Except maybe Caius and Volt, who are both standing nearby watching, their gazes searing my flesh.

I can feel their need, sense the rising inferno building in the room between the four of us.

It’s overwhelming and intoxicating and I’m absolutely done fighting this. What’s the point? I’ll die if this Alpha doesn’t come inside me. I need his essence like I need air.

“Please, Tieran,” I choke out, his palm loosening enough to allow me to breathe, but the dominance is there, the threat lingers, his savagery is just beneath the surface, threatening my very existence.

But there’s a glimmer in his gaze that I trust.

A hint of knowledge and coherency that tells me he’s not lost himself in this cloud of need. He’s still very much in control. It’s me who has lost myself to this passionate oblivion.

He’s my anchor.

The one who will forever ground me.

The Alpha that my wolf craves to mark as her own.

His feral smile turns kinder now, the glint in his blue eyes morphing into one of pleasure. “There you are,” he whispers. “My sweet little wolf. My intended.”

I’m utterly lost to him now.

This Alpha.

This powerful being.

My wolf’s chosen one.

She wants them all. The whole circle. And there’s nothing I can do to stop her now.

I’m finally starting to understand what he’s been telling me about going into heat. It’s a dangerous mindfuck that threatens my very sanity.

It turns me into a being of lust.

An animal lost to her instincts.

And while a part of me knows this should truly concern me, I can’t help giving into it.

I kiss Tieran.

I sink my teeth into his lip to make him bleed.

And I swallow the aftermath of our mingled essences.

He growls.

I growl back.

And our frenzy turns into animalistic insanity.

He’s brutal.

I’m feral.

Our beasts are mating through our skin, the wolves driving us toward a rapture that will probably kill me.

I don’t care.

I chase after it.

And he chases me.

He drives me forward.

He destroys me.

He owns me.

His palm squeezes my throat, cutting off my airway, demanding I look at him and beg him to release me with my eyes.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he fucks me harder.

Then he roars as he reaches the precipice of his climax, and exquisite agony shoots into my core.

I scream, the unexpected penetration sharp and sending me spiraling into a darkness I can’t navigate without light.

It’s terrifying.

It’s amazing.

It’s melting me from the inside out.

Air fills my lungs, Tieran forcing me to breathe. Sensation hits me in my belly and ripples out to my limbs, leaving me a writhing, crying mess beneath him.

But it’s a good feeling.

Like I’ve been ripped apart and put back together again.

As though I’ve finally become one with my wolf.

He’s still shuddering on top of me, his lips whispering reverently over mine.

It goes on for hours.

Maybe actually only minutes.

That pulsating knot inside me hot and filling me to completion over and over again.

Until it finally starts to withdraw, leaving me empty and aching for so much more.

I meet his gaze, see the very real concern in his depths and the care deep within.

He doesn’t really want to hurt me. He wants to test me. To mate me. To see how much my wolf can take to make me a worthy mate.

I understand because my animal feels the same.

Which is exactly why I claw at his back again.

Why I lift my hips into his.

Why I growl and snarl at him to do it again.

He smiles, his lips brushing mine. “Challenge accepted, Clove.” It’s softly worded and underlined in hedonistic need.

He takes me harder this time, pushing me to my very limits before we both explode in hot waves of ecstasy.