Twice a Wish

I moaned as he threw his head back, driving his hips deeper into mine, filling me further. His throat rippled with muscles as he swallowed. Sweat ran down his scarred and muscular chest.

I had no idea where he came from, and in some recess of my mind, I screamed to get free. To remove his body from mine and curl up in the corner. To bellow for someone to save me. But that timid little voice of propriety was instantly gagged by another torrential wash of desire.

He was a stunning specimen of a man. Big in all the right places. Hairy on the parts that oozed masculinity. Brutal and ruthless with an aura of an animal who took what he wanted and often.

I was totally at his mercy, his fingers bruising my hipbones as he continued to thrust unforgivingly. I couldn’t get away. I couldn’t tell him to stop. He wouldn’t let me go until he’d debased me in every lewd and aggressive way.

That ought to make me cry.

To make me fight for my freedom.

And I would.

I should.

But…the elixir had turned me into an enemy.

The longer I watched him taking everything from me, the longer I swayed and pumped to his rhythm with his cock still buried inside my drenched pussy, the more my lust amplified.

Unlike the day when Sully gave me the elixir, and I’d had no outlet to release the pain of blistering pleasure, today…I had an outlet.

I wasn’t slowly dying from a build-up of agony that had nowhere to go.

I wasn’t tired from my release.

I wasn’t annoyed at his continued rutting.

And I definitely wasn’t sated.

I would use him as much as he used me.

I welcomed his cock because it was the painkiller to my disease.

I encouraged his rhythm because it gave my overworking, overstimulated senses something to cling to.

My back arched. A ripple of need ran down my spine.

He grunted and fucked me harder.

I groaned as he collapsed over me. His huge hand splaying over my nape, trapping my cheek against the dirt. His chiselled belly crashed into my ass each time his hips pistoned forward, stuffing his throbbing erection deeper into me. His sweaty chest smeared on my spine as he put his weight on me, pinning me immobile, his pace growing fast and shallow as he chased his own release.

His grunts filled my ears, sounding entirely like a bear and not at all human.

And fuck, it turned me on.

Tears oozed from my eyes as another full-body quake appeared out of nowhere, responding to his sexual treatment, the unapologetic way he claimed and controlled me, the delicious way his body consumed mine.

His tongue licked my skin where salty tears fell. He swallowed once, twice, his lips opened and guttural, lust-raspy words spilling out. “You’re crying because I’m fucking you?” His hips drove forward, accenting the word fuck. Reminding me exactly what he was doing. This was a take-over—hostile and violent—and because of the drugs swimming in my blood, I wanted it more than air.

I whimpered as he rolled his hips, digging into me as deep as he could. “You don’t like this?”

I squeezed my eyes, shaking my head as another wave of bliss added to the first, getting ready to squeeze my womb and ripple down my core.

“You don’t want me to fuck you?” His hand dropped around my waist, his fingers finding my clit just as his voice licked into my ear.

My second orgasm wrenched a sob-scream from my lips.

Once again, I vanished from the physical plane and shot into the astrophysical. I bounced around glittering, pulsing stars as my body came undone. I literally couldn’t tolerate the intensity, the magnitude of every atom committing suicide with rapture.

He growled as my inner muscles squeezed him, his pace turning erratic and hungry.

His strength scooted me forward along the earthen floor, smearing my cheek with dirt, painting me in the filth of what we were doing. My tears continued to rain, needing an outlet for my confusion just as my body needed his for relief.

His fingers threaded through my long hair, tethering me all while holding my nape. Breathing was difficult, my spine ached, and my knees burned, but all I could think about—all I cared about—was wringing out another orgasm and another and another…chasing the right to my own body again, determined to be sane and not this wild, unhinged creature.

His hands clamped on my hips, jerking me back as he snarled in some ancient tongue, jettisoning his release into me.

No condom.

No protection.

Just this stranger who’d claimed me for his own.

His body lost its throbbing tension as he withdrew. A splash of his cum mixed with mine and landed on the ground. I shivered as he slowly skated his hand from my nape and down my spine, over my ass crack to the slippery wetness between my legs.

I winced as he rubbed my clit, moaning and wanton as yet another climax demanded to be shed. I had too many stored inside me. I could see them. Little glowing orbs of sinful need, blinking blood-red eyes like demons, biting at me with lustful teeth. There was an entire nest inside me. A nest of rabid monsters, straining at their leash, desperate to escape and chew me apart.

“I asked you a question.” His voice lowered, his breath coming in quick exhales. “Three, actually.” Smearing our combined wetness on my thighs and up over my hipbone, he murmured, “Why are you crying? Because of what we did, what we will do, or because you liked it so much?”

With Herculean effort, I pushed myself off the ground and swivelled until I sat on my knees to face him. My breasts rose and fell with tattered breath, and even now, even after two of the most blistering orgasms of my life, I still needed more. The ache still brewed in my teeth and fingertips. My skin still sparked with sex and sickness. My heart skipped and tripped; unable to find a calming beat, it settled for mayhem instead.

He sat on his knees too, his cock still hard, glistening with our mixture. Angry and veiny, threatening me as much as tormenting me. “So?” He raised an eyebrow, playing with me.

Our gazes collided, and I swallowed back loathing, disgust, and, most of all, shame. I was ashamed of what I was. Mortified that I’d allowed him inside me without even knowing his name or his past or if he was safe to be with in this manner.

But Sully had said his elixir eradicated shame. That it freed us from the rules and barriers we’d put on ourselves. So why did I still fight?

Why, even though my body had given in…why did my mind still revolt?

My hands curled, and a flash as bright as a burning comet blazed with temper. I hated Sully. I hated what he’d made me become. That he believed I’d enjoy this.

Enjoy what exactly?

Being stuffed in some otherworldly dimension with a caveman who’d just taken his fill? Who already looked ready to take me some more? Or the fact that I already squirmed in place, fighting the urge to touch myself, biting my cheeks to ward off the overwhelming need to stick my fingers inside me and come.

Again.

Again.

With a sigh, I dropped my chin so my hair curtained all around me. Each strand had a tongue, licking my sweaty skin. Each crackle from the fire had heat, stroking me. Each icy breeze from behind the fur entrance had fangs, lacing me with frost, only to melt with my desire.

“You can talk to me…here, in this place.”

My hands balled as I looked up. My fingernails sliced into my palms, and instead of wincing in pain, I stifled a moan of drunken desire. Pain matched other pain. Bruises would help ease some of the deliria inside me.