Bad Romance

My skin prickled. I trembled from fear rather than cold. Rex’s temper had a famously long fuse—just one reason why he made such an effective Pack Master. But pushed too far, he was like a boulder careening downhill.

Nothing could stop him.

“That was your plan?” he growled, his voice deep and guttural. “Get one of my sons to knock you up so you wouldn’t have to go?” He stood before me, naked and impossibly tall.

I scrubbed the goosebumps from my arms. “Well, it would’ve worked—”

His hand shot out, long fingers wrapping around my throat.

“You lied to me, Taryn. You plotted behind my back to undermine my authority.”

“What choice did you leave me?” I choked out. “You want to trade me like a fucking resource, tear me away from everyone I know—”

“As a Pack Master’s daughter, that is your duty.”

I wrenched free of his hold, knowing that the only reason I could was because he’d let me. “Fuck duty, fuck the treaty and fuck you!”

He raised his hand as if to slap me. I flinched, ready for the blow. His eyes dipped to my bare breasts, my stomach, the sparse thatch of hair between my legs. He lowered his hand. “You would have my son’s pups?”

“I would,” I said. “If that’s what it took.”

Rex bared his fangs in a smile that made my stomach flutter.

“Would you have mine?”

My heart leapt into my throat.

“You want to stay with the pack, she-wolf, you have to serve the pack.” He took a step toward me, one for every step I took backward. “That means serving your Pack Master.”

The hunger in in his gaze was like a force unto itself. His eyes burned like embers. My pussy tightened, an ache that refused to be ignored. My inner thighs were slick with my juices; I could smell my own pheromones.

Rex’s hard cock pressed against my stomach. He was a big man and an even bigger wolf. But the thing jutting out from the pelt between his legs was massive. I whimpered as my inner muscles throbbed. My body didn’t care that he was the man who’d raised me. He was a beast with a hard cock, and I was a she-wolf in heat.

I dropped onto all-fours.

My Pack Master growled approvingly. The sound sent gooseflesh prickling across my skin. I closed my eyes, then gasped as I felt his long, hot tongue glide across my shoulder as he knelt into position behind me. With his teeth on the back of my neck and his arms flanking my waist, he slid his thick, hard cock into my wet pussy.

“Fuck!” I cried out as my virgin muscles strained to adjust to his girth.

Rex’s thrusts were more like battering rams, his cock pummeling me over and over. I squeezed my eyes shut against the mortification of him taking me from behind, like the bitch that I was. Yet, as my muscles adjusted, my pussy stopped hurting and started craving more.

The feel of him inside me, claiming me, rutting like some single-minded beast, wasn’t something I ever could’ve prepared for.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Oh, Rex, that’s so good...”

He fucked me hard and fast, like he was making up for all the years he’d gone without a mate—without even a human woman to pleasure him, for fear of accidentally siring a half-breed. His roar filled my ears. Suddenly, there was a gush of fluid pouring into me, so much that my pussy couldn’t contain it. A firmness began to build around the base of his cock, a swollen knot that stretched my walls and stopped his cum from seeping out of my pussy.

I knew what knotting was; I’d heard the older females whispering about it once. But knowing and feeling the bulb grow inside me were two different things.

Rex dropped his weight onto me, forcing me to lie flat on the ground with his cock locked inside me. The pressure around my opening was almost unbearable. I couldn’t move without feeling like I was going to tear my pussy apart, so I didn’t. I remained still. He inhaled deeply at the back of my neck where his teeth had scraped me. I wondered if he’d drawn blood.

Eventually, the knot shrank and Rex was able to slide out.

“Shit,” he exhaled the word, his chest expanding and contracting against me. “Your cunt is fucking perfection.”

He rolled me onto my back so he could kiss me on the mouth. I parted my lips to accept his tongue, stroking his strong, sweat-dewed arms and upper back. I whimpered as he licked a trail down my throat to my chest. His tongue lathed across my nipples, making me moan. When he heard how much I liked it, he did it again, each lap igniting a corresponding spark behind my clit. I raised my hips, urging my Pack Master to move lower.

The moment his tongue dipped between my legs, I howled.