Chapter 183
“Take my cock,” he demands, moving faster inside of me, his thrusts hard as he pushes as deep inside of me as he possibly can.
He lets go of my hair and then slaps my ass, causing me to whimper again as I feel the slight sting of his hand against my bare flesh. He slaps again and again, the pain mixing with the pleasure as I cry out, my voice becoming more and more shrill.
The pain becomes sharper, but the pleasure is so intense as his hand strikes my bare skin that the inevitable happens.
I cum hard, screaming. He ignores it, thrusting harder and harder, pounding into me as my core throbs. I cum again, my body shaking violently. He moves harder. Our bodies slam together, slick with sweat, joining. My eyes close in bliss. I cream myself, feeling my walls clench tightly around his cock. My whole body is reverberating from the pleasure of his cock moving inside of me over and over. He reaches around and grabs my breast, squeezing it roughly, and it feels like lightning sweeps through me.
I want more. So much more. I’m insatiable.
“You’re such a good little fuck toy,” he groans, “taking my cock and Cumming like a good little slut,” he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness.
The sexy way he speaks, the dirty language just makes everything feel more exciting as he claims me, bends me to
his will.
I feel the sudden pressure, the sudden intensity. My legs tremble as it approaches. He senses the change in my body, the sudden tensing as I try to brace myself, my cries going higher and higher, my walls beginning to clench around his cock. It’s too much. I can’t stand it any longer. I squirt, the juices flowing onto the sheet and over his cock as he gives a low growl of pleasure.
“You’re my fucktoy, my plaything. Nobody touches this body but me,” he snarls, still thrusting into me, his body bent over me, forcing me to take everything he has to offer.
He slides out of me. I can feel his semen running down my thighs and spilling from my pussy. Gently, he reaches over and unties me, allowing the circulation to return to my wrists. He kisses me on the forehead, gathering me to him, his hand going to my stomach and gently caressing it. His touch is tender, different from how rough and domineering he had been at the start.
“My Luna,” he murmurs thickly, sounding satisfied.
I sigh and let him nuzzle my neck. I glance towards the window, a frown creasing my brow. We didn’t have much time, I could sense it. Mother’s warning continued to echo through my mind, a scream in the silence. Would we make it back to the pack before it was too late, and would Hades heed my warnings?
No matter what, I would protect our pack, even if it cost me my life, but part of me desperately hoped it wouldn’ come to that.

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