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My chest vibrated with satisfaction, my wolf more than happy to see him take such action. I knew my eyes were glowing too, reflecting the green of my inhuman nature. But, unlike him, I still had a shred of reason left, albeit a faint one.

Growling, he pushed my shoulders forward. I leaned on my elbows, completely exposed. Fenrir positioned himself behind me and brushed his cock against my slick entrance once before thrusting in abruptly.

I let out a cry of pleasure, throwing my head back and parting my lips. He growled, gripping my waist firmly and moving back and forth.

Inside, my body vibrated. Yes, yes, yes!

This was what I needed; this was what I wanted. Fenrir fucked me like an animal, pushing into me and pulling back to repeat the motion. His large cock stretched me more and more.

Though my body hadn’t been prepared, I was wet enough to feel him slide inside easily.

I closed my hands around the damp leaves covering the ground, crushing them. With each impact of his body against mine, I was jolted forward, pressing my forehead to the ground.

All I could feel was him. All I could hear and focus on were the sounds of his husky groans mingling with the howl of the wind shaking the tall tree branches.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me toward him, lifting me to my knees without disconnecting our bodies. With his other hand, he swept my hair to the side, over my shoulder, and kissed the bare curve of my neck.

Every fiber of my being throbbed, craving more. It was as if it still wasn’t enough.

"Fenrir..." I murmured, his name no more than a breathy moan.

He kissed my skin, blowing warm breath over me, and dragged his tongue, licking me as if savoring my taste. The arm around my belly tightened, turning to steel.

He kissed me again.

I leaned my head against his chest, grinding against the tip of his cock teasing my entrance.

He licked the patch of skin once more.

I smiled, shivering at the rough touch of his warm tongue.

And then, without warning, he pulled his face away only to return and sink his fangs into the side of my neck where a vein pulsed, breaking it and taking my blood.

Marking me as his property.

My eyes widened, and I let out a shrill cry, trembling as a sharp pain struck me so fiercely it felt as if my bones would split in two. It was quick, unexpected, and abrupt. It lasted only a blink, and then it was replaced by pleasure.

I felt the hot liquid trickle down my collarbone, sliding over my breasts.

Something inside me broke.

It was as if my wolf took full control.

I clenched my teeth, and my fangs extended. Fenrir thrust into me, groaning against my nape. I dug my nails into the arm he kept around my waist as he moved back and forth, riding him up and down.

I threw my head back and moaned loudly, whispering unintelligible words.

Fenrir’s bite acted like an adrenaline injection into my bloodstream. It was intense, delicious, and overwhelmingly warm.

I kept grinding in his lap, uncontrollably, letting myself be consumed by the sensation of being marked by him, utterly dominated.

Every fiber of my being thrummed with pulsating energy.

It wasn’t natural; it was pure, absolute magic.

The sound of our bodies’ suction echoed through the forest, driving away any animal with even the faintest sense of awareness.

He pulled his fangs from my neck, letting out a guttural sound—a growl mixed with a howl.

I broke free from him, throwing myself forward, spinning on my heels. He was still on his knees as I prowled around him with calculated, silent steps.

His golden eyes locked on me, blood dripping from his chin. I tilted my head, studying him, absorbing our mixed scents, and smiled in satisfaction.

Fenrir stood, assuming the same position as me, as if preparing to hunt me. There was nothing human left in him, only the beast within.

We circled each other with our bodies crouched and arms loose, ready to strike. He was much stronger and faster than I was, but even so, I wasn’t intimidated.

In a sudden move, I lunged forward. He caught me mid-air, preventing me from toppling him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt the rough bark of a tree press against my back as he trailed kisses down the fresh wound with hungry lips.

I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back. I parted my lips, revealing my fangs, and then bit down on the side of his strong neck, marking him just as he had marked me.

His blood tasted like fire—pure and ancient.

He shuddered before letting out a low moan. There was no resistance. He accepted being marked by me. Whether it was the man or the beast in control, he accepted my claim.

I sucked the warm liquid, taking it in, letting an essential part of him flow into me, merging us as one.

Fenrir positioned his cock at my entrance and thrust sharply, even as my teeth were still sunk into his flesh.

It was so intense, so overwhelming.

I could feel what he was feeling—the deepest, most absolute pleasure. It was as if I was feeling for both of us.

He growled, gripping my thighs tightly.

I couldn’t hold back; I lost myself in an orgasm so powerful it felt like my bones were shattering. I released his neck, throwing my head back against the tree trunk as my body trembled.

Fenrir grabbed my hair in his fist, forcing our lips together in a kiss, mixing the taste of his blood in my mouth with mine in his.

He kept pounding into me, sliding his cock all the way to the hilt before pulling out to repeat the motion.

My blood tasted like honey on his tongue, and mixed with his, it seemed to vibrate. He felt it too, groaning louder against me and gripping me tighter. I felt the tip of his cock swell, releasing the knot. And then... he unraveled in a deep orgasm, spilling himself inside me.

For a few seconds, we didn’t do anything. We remained still, staring at each other. The rough tree trunk scratched against the bare skin of my back, and the cold breeze rustled my hair, dirty with dried leaves and soil.

I gazed at Fenrir, taking in how the subtle silver glow of the moonlight illuminated his face. His eyes were still a bright gold, but they were fading with every passing second. His hair was a beautiful mess, with broken twigs tangled in a few brown curls.

The forest had fallen into a sepulchral silence, as if the animals around us had fled far away, keeping their distance from the two of us.

He blinked once, twice, three times, as his eyes shifted, taking on their human form and replacing the golden hue and dilated pupils with a deep blue, speckled with silver. He frowned, looking confused. His gaze moved from my face to the mark on my neck, and then he stepped back, placing me gently on the ground. Staggering two steps backward, he touched his neck where my teeth had marked his skin, then widened his eyes and stared at me with palpable hatred.

The emotion was so profoundly genuine that I could feel it seeping from every pore of his being.

"What did you do?" he hissed, the veins bulging at the sides of his neck, distorting his handsome face into a grimace.

I gasped, just as confused as he was.

"What?" I whispered, suddenly feeling cold for the first time since my heat had begun.

I wasn’t sure if it was the way he was looking at me or the guilt of having had sex in the middle of the forest with a male I barely knew. I felt shame, sadness, and... all of his anger.

"We’re mated now, damn it!" he shouted, yanking at his hair in despair. "What are you?" he growled.

I crossed my arms over my chest, covering myself from the male who had just fucked me and... marked me.

Only then did the realization of what this meant hit me.

I gasped, swallowing a scream that got stuck in my lungs.