Prologue
 

 

 

 

“Just push!” Bella breathed out, writhing under him.

She was losing patience, her wine-colored eyes melted into fires of gold, burning with lust.

She wanted his full length inside her now, and Antonio Evans wanted badly to thrust into her lovely pussy and slam up to the hilt, deep into her core. He knew how to sate a female’s throbbing ache.

But her entrance was too slender. It was slick, shivering with need, but his cock was larger than most males’, and she was a virgin. 

He glided an inch inside her, pushing through her heated passage.

She was too tight.

Beads of sweat appeared at his hairline from his restrain. The last thing he wanted was to hurt and traumatize her for her first time.

Her pink, delicate folds gloved his shaft. His heart pounded at the erotic view. He wanted to drive into her center at this moment and let her pussy swallow his shaft completely, but he wasn’t going to “just push” as she’d suggested.

Especially when he’d felt she was hurting as his cock stretched her inner passage.

Damn it.

For the first time, he wished he had a smaller dick.

He was a wolf shifter, a general who led the pack to war nearly every day. He was larger than all the wolves except King Marrok.

Bella wasn’t one of them since he didn’t smell an animal inside her, but she wasn’t a normal human either.

What is she?

He had never met someone quite like her.

City of Nine was the dumping ground for the exiles, criminals, freaks, and monsters. It wasn’t the place for a wild thorn rose. This city would soon turn to floating dust in space when the post-apocalyptic planet went up in flames.

She shouldn’t have come here. She wasn’t like any of them—the vicious, violent savages.

It made it more difficult for him to fuck her. He shouldn’t care—he was a brutal wolf general, but he just couldn’t bear to hurt this delicate flower.

He had never had such heat for any female before.

She made his blood boil like no other.

And damn it, now she wiggled her hips impatiently, and his cock grew even larger at her entrance. He hadn’t known that was even possible.

His granite-hard cock, however, didn’t have his care. It wanted to force through her wet hotness to explore her sweet depth. So, he gave it another try and drove forward one more inch, stretching her clenched walls.

The passage, though hot and inviting, only got tighter.

Yet, he pushed through as she bucked her hips up to take him in deeper.

A cry of pain escaped her lips. The girl hadn’t expected his blunt force.

Antonio willed himself to cease any further advancement, sweat breaking on his forehead at the effort. He trembled.

Her silk softness wrapped around his hardness. The pleasure was unbelievable, particularly on his crown and the ring under it that was being clenched by her walls. He needed to go further and thrust madly until he released the pressure in the heaviness of his balls.  

It was physically painful for him not to do just that.

“What are you waiting for?” She writhed again underneath him in the grip of lust, even though she’d experienced searing pain when his cock had gotten rough with her. “Just push it all the way. My girlfriends have all done this. They said it’d be fine to just push.”

Then she stared up at him, ember fire in her eyes receding, and he felt as if he was holding on to a thin thread. He couldn’t bear to cause her pain, yet he could bear less to see the ember turn to ash. He had to act. He needed her to stay with him, so he clenched his teeth and pushed again.

She drew a sharp breath. “You’ve never had a woman before. Is that it? Oh, no. Fucking storms! You’re a virgin as well. This is bad. This is a very bad idea. I need an experienced lover to set my body on fire. A virgin won’t do. We should stop now. Damn it.”

If she could swear like a sailor, she wasn’t as delicate as he’d thought.

Indeed. She bent a knee, ready to kick him off the bed.

Antonio growled. Like hell he’d let her get away.

Even though he’d just met her, he’d felt that she was his.

My mate.

Where does she come from? He’d ask her after he fucked her.

“I’ve fucked since I was fourteen,” he said huskily. “So, don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not a virgin. I just haven’t fucked someone like you. I’m not going to stop.”

Even if the meteorite fell on him right now—it could happen literally since Pandemonium was a magnet to meteor showers, he’d still take her this very second. 

Her pussy was irresistible, and he was too hot to allow her to walk away.

He gripped her hips, ready to flip her over. Her eyes widened with dark delight and anticipation—she liked his dominance, though she also tried to claim her own territory. 

“We’re changing the position, so you’ll receive me better,” he said, and paused for a second.

His cock wasn’t willing to leave her warm silkiness. By sheer will, Antonio pulled it out of her heated channel. Bella gasped and parted her lips to protest, but he bent down and slanted his mouth over hers.

The scorching kiss solicited a sweet moan from her. She clung to him, demanding more.

“Be patient, female,” Antonio said against her plump lips, though patience was never his strong suit either. “You’ll get a good fuck. I promise.”

He made her lie on her side and pulled her back against his broad chest. She snuggled in, and he hooked her leg over his arm.

Her shivering folds opened for him.

Antonio nudged the blunt head of his cock at her small entrance, sliding in an inch, then another inch, slowly and smoothly. 

“Just pu—” She gave him an instruction again, but before she could finish it, she screamed.

If she wanted his whole length so desperately, then he’d deliver it. 

With one powerful thrust, he drove deep into her center.

She didn’t scream from pain, but from pleasure.

He didn’t hurt her.

The slenderness of her passage was but a ruse.

She was tight, but she was resilient. Her pussy stretched for him as if it was made for his cock.

The lust drove him out of his mind, and he could no longer hold against its storm. So, he unleashed it.

He thrust into her again, and again.

There was no inhibition now.

The former consideration for her was forgotten in the carnal need that he hadn’t known could be so potent and undeniable.

He slammed in up the hilt, deep into her molten center.

Harder and faster he pumped into her.

She mewled in pleasure, her nails raking across his thighs at his vehement movements. Her golden eyes watched his every move, wild and drunk, taking in the ripples of his taut muscles in appreciation.

My female. Mine. 

When had that happened? He couldn’t believe his luck. This had better not be a dream.

Her hot pussy sucked him in deeper. It would never let him go, but he didn’t want to go. He wanted to bury his cock deep inside her forever.

He wanted to fuck her every morning and every night.

She moaned. Her pussy milked him violently, giving him maximum pleasure.

His mate was having the first pulse of the climax, and he felt the coming of his own release.

Just a few more hard thrusts—

A knock rapped on the door.

Who dared disturb him now? He was going to kill that sorry ass. He was the scariest wolf, next to his king.  

What if King Marrok came to stop him?

No, no one was going to stop him while he had this female—his mate—in his arms, with his cock deep inside her. Hell could freeze over for all he cared.  

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The door shook. It was going to fall in if he didn’t go open it.

His gaze dropped to Bella. He didn’t want anyone to see his female bare.

He snarled.

He would claw the liver out of whoever was at the door.

Bang! And bang!

Fuck!

“Antonio, open the door,” a high-pitched voice called. “I understand you’re still sleeping, but this is urgent!”

Antonio’s eyes flashed open.

The female in his arms disappeared, and his cock stood tall, jerking with ache.

He’d never had such mind-bending pleasure. It was the best dream he’d ever had, and in its wake, came frustration and rage. Lust and longing lingered on his tongue that had tasted the female in his dream.

He hoped the sucker who had awoken him was still outside the door, because he needed to beat someone to a bloody pulp to blow off steam.

Antonio slung himself out of bed, hurled on his trousers, and jerked open the door.

He’d expected anyone but Gina, his old flame.

The curvy brunette thrust her breasts forward to get his attention.

But this was the worst time to show off her bosom. 

Antonio frowned with irritation, but he couldn’t punch a female just because she’d dragged him out of his best wet dream. If they were on the battlefield and she was his foe, he wouldn’t have any problem damaging her. 

“What?” he snarled.

She had no business here. She was now a part-time bartender in A Wolf’s Howl & Dream, the only bar in the City of Nine. And he wasn’t a drinker, unlike other shifters, and especially not in the morning.

She gave him the once-over, her gaze fixing on his bulge. Heat arose in her eyes.

He almost groaned. That wasn’t for her. It was for his ghost mate, the only female who had made him so hard, even though she was but a character in a dream.

How pathetic was that.

“It’s morning,” he grunted.

Why did he need to explain anything to his old hook-up?

“I don’t mind,” Gina said with a sultry look, and flicked her drooling gaze to his face.

She still had the hots for him.

If he hooked one finger, she would jump into his bed and finish what he’d started with his dream female.

His dick throbbed painfully inside his trousers. He needed to release the pressure badly.

He gave Gina another glance, and her wolf purred.

No. He wasn’t going to invite her in.

No matter how horny he was now, he didn’t want her. He doubted he would want any female again except the one who’d been with him and demanded he push.

But she wasn’t real.

Then how had he known her name?

Her name was Bella, and her scent haunted him. Involuntarily he inhaled, afraid it would fade. As he sniffed, he could no longer catch it. He snarled.

Not long ago, Marrok, his king, had found his fated mate, Kaara Nightshades, on this godforsaken planet. It had been a one in a million chance, yet it had happened to Marrok. So Antonio probably wished the same would happen to him on some subconscious level.

So, the dream played out, mocking his deepest desires and fantasies.

“Why are you here, Gina?” Antonio asked harshly in order to stop her from throwing herself at him. He’d told her he wasn’t interested a few times now. Why did she keep bothering him?

He needed more fighters in his pack to secure his species’ survival.

He didn’t need a stalker.

Gina stopped swaying her hips and shaking her boobs and shrugged, as if it was his loss that he didn’t invite her to bed.

“I’m available,” she said. “But I won’t always be.”

“I don’t care,” he said, still annoyed she’d stopped his dream.

Gina shrugged again as if she was sure he’d come around, regain his common sense, and beg her to take him back.

“I’m busy,” he said, about to shut the door. “If you don’t have official business—”

She jammed a foot in the door with a sour expression. 

“King Marrok went to guard his mate and the witch in the Witch Tower,” she said. “Two-thirds of our force went with him. Our watching wolf spotted a spaceship flailing in the high sky, tossing in the vortex. It’s going to drop.”

Now it made sense why Gina was here. She had to fill in when there was a lack of guards.  However, without enough wolves, how could they overcome the other nine clans in the arena where all fought to claim any ships that dropped?

No ships passed Pandemonium without crashing.

Then his heart skipped a beat.

Could the female he’d been fucking in his dream be on the ship that was going to fall? Somehow, he’d had a premonition that she would come to Pandemonium for him.

He wouldn’t pass on this one in a million chance to have her.

She was coming, and he was going to fuck her.