“You’re going to pay for that,” he growled, and his voice was rougher now, deeper, with that same animal edge I’d heard in the growls of the wolves that haunted my nightmares. His breath was hot against my skin, and I could feel every word as it rumbled through him, like the growl of something far larger, far more dangerous, lurking just beneath the surface.
And then, before I could react, his hand wrapped around my upper arm, his fingers digging into the soft, vulnerable flesh, and he spun me around. I gasped, struggling against his grip, but it was like trying to fight against a steel cage, solid and immovable. My breasts were pressed against the soft padded fabric of the wall, and I pushed my hands against the wall, but I wasn’t fast enough.
Before I could think, before I could even draw breath to react, he moved. His hand snapped back and then swung forward, and I felt the sting of it—the sharp, searing pain that exploded across my backside, hot and blinding in an instant.
He’d smacked my ass.
Hard.
I gasped, the sound torn from my throat, and my body jerked forward, my palms slamming into the padded wall as I tried to brace myself against the force. My skin burned where he’d struck me, the sensation radiating outward in waves, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.
He’d spanked me!
“How dare you,” I managed to choke out, my voice quivering with rage, with embarrassment, with something else that I couldn’t quite name. My core spiraled tight and I tried to ignore the way my inner walls fluttered.
His hand clamped down on the back of my neck, firm and unyielding, his grip like iron, and I could feel the heat of him, the way his breath came faster, matching the erratic rhythm of my own.
Then he smacked my ass again. Just as hard as the first time. If not even harder.
I tried to push against the wall, but he held me in place, his grip like a vise, and I couldn’t get away. My legs trembled, the muscles in my thighs twitching as I fought against his brutal punishment, but it was no use. He just spanked me, every swat so hard and unyielding that I began to question if his hand was actually made of wood.
He spanked me again, the crack of it echoing in the small room, each swat sending a jolt of pain up my spine. It wasn’t playful, it wasn’t teasing—it was a punishment, raw and brutal, and I felt my face flush, hot tears springing to my eyes despite myself. I tried to twist away, tried to kick out, but it was like trying to fight a mountain. He barely even budged, his body holding me in place, and I hated how powerless I felt, how small and vulnerable.
It hurt so much.
“Stop it,” I yelled, but he didn’t respond. He just brought his hand down again, the impact stinging and relentless, and I gasped, my knees buckling. Heat scalded across my ass, burning and hot and I bit my lip, trying to quiet my cries, but it was growing increasingly difficult because the sting was building upon itself, more and more until it consumed my every thought.
“Fighting won’t change anything,” he growled, and there was something feral in his voice now, something rough around the edges that made my skin prickle. “You need to understand that.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to let him see the tears that blurred my vision.
His hand paddled my ass, and this time I couldn’t hold back the cry that tore from my throat, raw and broken. It wasn’t just pain—it was something deeper, something that reached into the darkest parts of me and dragged them into the light.
My legs trembled violently, and for a moment, I thought they might give out entirely. But still, he didn’t stop, his hand rising and falling with that same brutal, unyielding rhythm, until all I could do was survive, gasping, my skin burning with every strike, my heart pounding in my ears.
He smacked from the upper swells of my cheeks all the way down to the middles of my thighs, which stung more than all the rest. I closed my eyes, seeing the girls walking by me in the hallway with red handprints all over their asses, tears in their eyes, and imagined myself looking just like them.
My clit pulsed.
I tried to ignore it, but it kept throbbing harder with every hard smack.
I couldn’t be enjoying this.
I shouldn’t be enjoying this.
None of that changed the fact that there was a tiny piece of me that wanted him to spank me harder…
And he did. As if he knew exactly what I was thinking.
He spanked me so hard that I squeezed my eyes shut and my vision turned white.
“Please!” I begged.
And just when I thought I couldn’t take another moment, he stopped. His hand rested against the small of my back, warm and heavy, and I could feel him trembling too, could hear the roughness of his breath, the way it hitched, like he was fighting something just as hard as I was.
I stayed there, pinned against the wall, my body shaking, every nerve humming, and I waited for him to speak, to say something, anything that would make sense of this. Then he pulled back and jerked me backwards by my neck.
Then without preamble or any word of warning, he forced me down to the floor so hard that I landed on my knees. I sat back and hissed when my ass brushed against my heels, the scalded surface likely as fire engine red as all the other girls.
“Now, you’re going to show me that you can be a good girl, unless you need me to continue your punishment,” he growled, and my breath hitched in my throat.
A whimper escaped my lips.
I stared up at him, trying to swallow the fear that threatened to overwhelm me, and I knew, with a certainty that sent a shiver down my spine, that he wasn’t joking, not even close. That he was entirely serious about every syllable that fell off his lips.
His cock jutted up right in front of me, now fully erect and throbbing. It was dark purple, so full of blood that the veins to either side of his shaft pulsed with his desire, and that did something strange to my insides that I tried to ignore.
It was massive, intimidating, and yet… I felt a rush of something warm, something needy, spreading through me.
I ignored that too.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded, and the authority in his voice made me tremble. I shifted a little bit, biting my lip as my scalded ass brushed against the bottoms of my feet again and I glared up at him as rage billowed up from deep inside of me.
But I didn’t argue.
I wasn’t stupid.
This man was stronger than me, and the moment I tried to fight him, I would be on my stomach with him forcing himself inside of me and there would be nothing I could do.
I opened my mouth, but I wasn’t happy about it. If I really thought about it, it made me angry.
“Good girl,” he purred, and I hated how warm his words made me feel.
He gripped his massive cock in one hand, the other gripping the back of my neck, and with one swift motion, he pulled me forward. His thick, throbbing head pressed against my lips, and I tasted him, salty and warm, even though I didn’t want to.
Oh, God. He was so fucking big.
My thighs pressed together, and I realized with abject horror that I was wet. I don’t know when it happened, maybe it was during the spanking or maybe my body was just preparing itself for the inevitable, but there was no denying it.
I was soaking wet. I was fucking aroused by all of this, and I didn’t understand it.
I tried not to think about it, but when a single drop of arousal slipped down my thigh, it was impossible not to, and that made me furious.
My mouth stretched wide as he slid himself inside, his girth opening my jaw painfully, and I had to fight back the urge to gag. He was so thick, so long, and he filled my mouth completely, the tip of his cock pressing against the back of my throat.
My eyes watered, and I struggled to breathe, the heat and scent of him surrounding me, enveloping me until he was the only thing that I could think of. Until all that was me was him.
He groaned, his grip on my neck tightening, and I felt the muscles in his thighs flex beneath my hands as he pulled back, only to thrust into me again, deeper this time. I pulled back, choking a little on his cock and he thrust inside me again.
I wanted to protest, to push him away, but he held me in place, his hips grinding against my face, his cock thrusting deeper, harder, until all I could do was kneel there and take it.
My fury billowed up from the tips of my toes.
This wasn’t fair.
None of this was fair.
I’d had a life before this, and people out there who loved me, and these fucking wolves had stolen all that away from me just so that they could use me to carry their babies. They didn’t care about what I wanted. They didn’t care about what made me happy. All they cared about was the fact that I was human and that I could give birth to their pups.
I wouldn’t give in.
I couldn’t.
So I didn’t, even though I should have.
Without really thinking about what I was doing, I gnashed my teeth together and bit down on his cock, hard enough to draw blood. I knew because I tasted it, sharp and metallic.
I don’t know what I expected. Maybe for him to pull out of my mouth and backhand me across the face, but he didn’t do any of those things. Instead, he stilled and stared down at me, his cock pressed all the way down my throat.
“You should have taken it like a good girl,” he snarled, and my heart dropped to the tips of my toes.
I guess I had been hoping that if I showed him how much of a fighter I was, he wouldn’t want to mate with me. That if I was difficult enough, he would walk away, and maybe they’d deem me too much of a problem and let me go back home, which was stupid really.
I knew what kind of world I lived in. I knew that when I was nineteen, I would be taken and forced to spread my legs for the wolves just so that I could bear their offspring. I knew this was coming, so why was it so hard to accept that it was actually happening?
He whirled his hand around and I flinched, expecting a slap, but then he grabbed the side of my head, pressing hard on a point beneath my jaw. Agonizing pain exploded on the side of my scalp, forcing me to open my mouth even wider. He didn’t let go.
His fingers twitched, and the next moment, I felt his nails digging into my skin, longer, sharper, like claws pressing into my flesh. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at him with his cock still deep in my mouth.
His eyes glowed, a molten metallic gold that seemed to pulse with an inner light, the pupils narrowing into thin slits. His face had changed, the bones shifting beneath the surface, elongating just slightly, and I watched in horrified fascination as his teeth lengthened, pointed canines pushing past his lips that glistened in the dim light of the fluorescent lightbulb overhead.
The transformation wasn’t smooth—it was jagged, painful-looking, as though his skin couldn’t quite contain whatever it was that wanted to break free. I heard a low, rumbling growl rise up from his chest, vibrating through the air, and I felt it in my bones.
I swallowed hard, trying to quell the rising panic inside of me, but it was difficult. Truthfully, it was impossible.
I watched as muscles in his neck bulged, thick cords of tension rippling under the surface, and a faint sheen of sweat covered his skin, catching the light. I could see the veins standing out against his forearms, his biceps swelling, his fingernails curling into claws that now hovered just inches from my face.
His chest expanded, rising and falling with every labored breath, and his skin seemed to stretch, to ripple as patches of fur began to sprout along his shoulders, his arms, dark and coarse. His back arched, and I heard something pop—like bones snapping back into place, rearranging themselves into something that was no longer fully human. His ears elongated, narrowing to a point, and for a moment, I couldn’t look away from how they twitched, as if they were already picking up sounds that I couldn’t hear, every small noise echoing through the room.
He stood there, half-man, half-beast, and I could see the struggle etched across his features, the way his jaw clenched, muscles bunching and straining as if he was fighting to keep himself tethered, to keep from being pulled under by whatever primal force was trying to take over.
His breathing grew heavier, each exhale a ragged snarl, and when he looked at me again, I saw it—him. Somewhere, buried deep in that feral gaze, I saw the man he was, fighting desperately to regain control.
But the wolf was winning.
And then he began to fuck my face.
I realized then that he had been gentle before. He wasn’t any longer. Not even close. He thrust in and out of my mouth, jackhammering his cock down my throat and I screamed, but the sound was simply muffled by his cock. His hold on my jaw kept my mouth open, forcing me to take every thick inch of his dick whether I liked it or not.
I could feel him throbbing against my tongue as he lost control. Tears prickled in my eyes as he brutally savaged my mouth, leaving me aching and sore, but I knew my ordeal was far from over.
I knew better.
I knew it was only beginning.
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The wolf reached down and pulled me to my feet. In a rush, he pressed me against the wall, caging me in with his large form as I struggled to catch my breath.
The wolf’s breath was hot on the back of my neck, coming out in ragged, uneven gasps that sent a shiver racing down my spine. His chest pressed against me, each rise and fall pushing me harder into the wall, his heartbeat thudding against my back, wild and erratic.
I could feel every inch of him, the solid weight of his body, the way the rough, newly sprouted fur brushed against my bare skin. He was so close, so impossibly close, and there was nowhere for me to go, nowhere to escape.
Nowhere for me to run.
“Let me go,” I choked out, my voice catching, barely more than a whisper. But even as I said it, I knew it wouldn’t make a difference. He wasn’t listening. Or maybe he couldn’t anymore. The part of him that might have understood, the part that might have hesitated, seemed to be slipping further and further away.
His fingers curled around my arm, not tight, but enough to keep me in place, enough to remind me of the strength he held, the power simmering just beneath the surface.
Of the fact that I was nothing more than a human and he was a powerful wolf.
His head dipped lower, and I felt the tip of his nose graze my shoulder, a low, rumbling growl vibrating through his chest. It wasn’t threatening, not exactly—it was almost as if he were trying to ground himself, to find some anchor in the storm that raged within him.
And then it was gone like a swirl of ash in the wind.
“No,” he growled, his voice carrying with it a feral sense of overarching authority.
His hand grabbed my ass, squeezing it tight with his fingers, firm and unyielding. I gritted my teeth, the pain of his grip ruthless. His claws dug into my flesh, not nearly hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to send a message that I was to be an obedient girl, not a defiant one. Each tiny pinprick stung, and it took everything in me to swallow my cries.
Not that it mattered.
Before I could brace myself, he swung his hand back and brought it down hard, his palm colliding with my backside in a way that sent a shockwave of pain and heat radiating through my body. The impact was different this time, stronger, more primal. It felt like his strength had doubled, his hand no longer merely flesh and blood but something much more powerful.
I gasped, biting down on my lip so hard I tasted blood, but I refused to cry out, refused to give him the satisfaction. Each smack was pure pain, but my clit pulsed as if it had its own heartbeat anyway.
He punished me for my defiance, forcing me to accept every hard swat and there was nothing I could do but take it. Each smack made my hips jerk forward against the padded wall. Every smack sounded like a gunshot, deafening and loud, and I wondered if anyone walking by could hear it.
That only made things worse.
Again and again, his hand came down, every blow carrying the full weight of his strength, as though he were trying to imprint himself on me, to force me to understand the power he held. I gasped with each strike, my fingers curling into the padded wall, nails digging into the soft surface as I fought to stay upright, to hold onto whatever scraps of dignity I had left.
He didn’t just spank me.
He blistered my ass until there was nothing other than the sting of his palm and the scalding blaze that encompassed my entire backside. Tears blurred my vision, and I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting to get through it.
Until I finally gave in.
Until I gave him my full surrender.
Until he took it for himself.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded, his voice carrying with it a hint of unhinged primal savagery that made my thighs quiver and my clit pulse.
Sniffling, I shuffled one foot to the side and then the other until I felt exposed enough. Dissatisfied with my efforts, he used his foot to kick my legs wider apart, and before I knew what was happening his hand slipped between my thighs and caressed my pussy.
My soaking wet pussy.
I couldn’t stop the strangled cry that emerged from my throat at his heated touch. His rough fingers slid over my wet folds, silently exploring my abject shame.
I was afraid and aroused and I didn’t understand why. I didn’t understand why I enjoyed the feeling of his fingertips touching me there either.
Mariah and Lia had suggested that sometimes the women might enjoy being bred, but I had never imagined that I would.
His touch ventured forward until he caressed my clit, circling it gently, once, twice, and I moaned, the sound low in my throat. I wanted to take it back, but I couldn’t. I didn’t need to turn to know that his ears had twitched, that he’d heard such a shameful sound come from me. I closed my eyes and gulped past the lump in my throat as he pulled his fingers away from me, grateful for the respite from whatever this was.
It didn’t last long.
In an instant, his wet fingers were pushing between my lips and before I could even think to bring my lips together, they were already pressing against the back of my throat.
And then the taste of my own arousal washed over my tongue. A musky sweet flavor overcame my senses and I gagged, immediately overwhelmed. I tried to pull my head back, but he didn’t allow it. His other hand pressed against the back of my neck, keeping me in place no matter how hard I fought.
“You can bite down if you need to,” he said hoarsely, and I realized with horror that his cock was nestled between my legs. The tip edged at my entrance and for a moment, I panicked and thrashed against him, but even I knew it was useless.
The time for my first breeding had finally come.
And just like that, the man was gone. The wolf took over, his primal urges driving him forward, and before I could even draw a breath, his cock surged inside me.
It was so sudden, so unexpected, that all the air left my lungs in a single rush, and for a moment, the world seemed to shift, the edges of my vision blurring as I struggled to make sense of what was happening. In an instant, my whole world lit up with pain as the blazing hot spike of his cock pierced through my virgin barrier.
It hurt.
It hurt more than I could have ever imagined. The feeling was unlike anything else, a searing, burning agony that radiated from deep inside me, making it impossible to focus, to breathe.
He didn’t give me time to adjust. He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down. He simply pushed deeper, stretching me, filling me, until I felt like I was going to tear apart. My legs shook, my knees threatening to give out, but somehow, I managed to stay upright.
He drew his hips back after that, pulling out of me almost all of the way, and then he slammed into me, hard and deep, filling me completely, stretching me wide, and I could feel the heat and pressure building, the steady throb of his cock.
Then he did it again.
And again.
His thrusts were hard, punishing, each stroke sending a fresh wave of agony rippling through me, but mixed in with the pain was something else, something I couldn’t quite name, a feeling I couldn’t explain, but I recognized it for what it was.
Desire.
My body betrayed me, responding to him despite everything, and I hated myself for it.
But still, the wolf didn’t stop.
His pace was relentless, unyielding, and it was all I could do to cling to the wall as he slowly picked up the pace, pounding his cock into me over and over again as the heat in my body swiftly spiraled out of my control. My core squeezed tight, and my lungs seized as fire surged inside my core.
It was too much.
Too intense.
The pain.
The pleasure.
Everything was so raw, so overwhelming, and I felt like I was going to burst, like the pressure building inside me was going to tear me apart. With every thrust, the pain began to subside, little by little, until all that was left was a dull ache and then the rampant heat surging through my veins quickly took its place.
I was sweating now, trembling, my muscles shaking uncontrollably as the sensations rushed through me, and it was all I could do to stay standing, to keep myself from collapsing into a puddle on the floor.
I didn’t want to like it.
I didn’t want it to feel good, but as the seconds passed, the pleasure racing through my body was almost more than I could bear.
The wolf continued his assault, his thrusts coming faster, harder, each stroke sending a shockwave of pure bliss pulsing through me, and I found myself pushing back, meeting his strokes, matching his rhythm. I rocked my hips, taking him deeper with every thrust and soon enough, my body was poised on the edge of something that threatened to tear me to pieces.
I was going to come.
The realization struck me with the force of a sledgehammer, and I froze, my muscles tensing, every nerve in my body screaming as I hung there, teetering on the precipice of my orgasm, when his hand snaked around my hip and brushed my clit.
That was all it took.
That tiny, fleeting contact was enough to push me over the edge, and I felt my release explode through me, shattering any hope I had of resisting. The pleasure was blinding, all-consuming, and I felt my whole body seize, my muscles tensing, clenching, as a moan flew free from my lips before I even had the forethought to stop it.
Waves of ecstasy surged through me, crashing over me like a tsunami, and it was all I could do to cling onto consciousness as the wolf continued his relentless assault, his thrusts never slowing, never stopping, not even for a moment. My inner walls clamped around him like a vise, yet he still pounded into me with the vigor of a wild animal.
He rutted me from behind.
His cock plunged in and out of me, his movements wild, uncontrolled, the sound of his balls slapping against my wet skin echoing off the walls.
I felt his fingers twitch against my clit, and then the claws on his other hand dug into my hip as he held me in place, forcing me to take him, every thick inch, again and again and again as my orgasm whirled through me with the power of a category five hurricane.
It was too much.
It was too intense.
I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t do anything except surrender.
The sensation was overwhelming, all-consuming, and for a moment, I felt like I was floating, drifting through the air like ashes on the wind, and then before I could even think to stop it, another orgasm ripped through me with the power of a tidal wave.
I screamed, my body trembling, every muscle in my body straining, but the wolf didn’t slow, didn’t stop.
He kept pounding into me, his pace never faltering, his cock pistoning in and out of me, faster, harder, deeper, each stroke sending a fresh surge of pleasure tearing through me, and I didn’t know how much more I could take, didn’t know how much longer I could last, but it didn’t matter.
Because none of this was up to me.
And even if it was, I didn’t know if I would even put a stop to it. One orgasm bled into the next, the sensations whirling through my body like a tornado, ripping me apart and threatening to never put me back together again. There was no fighting it.
There was simply surrender.
His fingers pressed down on my clit, and I threw my head back, writhing against him as I lost control completely. The sound that tore free from my lips was somewhere between a moan and a scream, the sensation of his touch mingling with the overwhelming pleasure radiating from the depths of my core, and suddenly, the agonizing ecstasy was too much.
My body went rigid, every muscle tensing, and then the world around me erupted in a brilliant white light, the intensity of my orgasm threatening to consume me whole.
I was floating, falling, spinning, and everything else seemed to fall away until there was only me, him, and nothing else. Pain and pleasure transformed into one intoxicating sensation and there was nothing for me to do but to take what he was giving me.
And take it I did.
I didn’t know how much more I could take, and yet, still, he didn’t stop.
The pleasure was indescribable, almost unbearable, and yet, I didn’t want it to end, and that caused a spiral of shame to rock through me to the core.
I was a human.
He was a wolf.
I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying the way his thick, throbbing shaft plunged into my pussy, sending a fresh surge of ecstasy crashing through me.
I wasn’t supposed to like the feeling of his balls slapping against my skin with each thrust.
I wasn’t supposed to enjoy the way his fingers dug into my flesh, his claws threatening to break the surface.
But I was.
I was enjoying every second of it.
I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, his knot expanding, stretching me even wider, and then without warning, his grip tightened on my clit, his claws digging into the sensitive nub, and the sensation was enough to send me over the edge once more.
My inner walls clamped around him tightly, the muscles in my thighs shaking uncontrollably, and I could feel his cock twitching, the muscles in his legs trembling as he thrust into me over and over again.
I don’t know how many times I came after that.
It was all a blur, a haze of pleasure and pain, a dizzying whirlwind of sensation, and all I could do was hang on for dear life. His pace was relentless, unyielding, and it was all I could do to hold myself together, to keep from shattering into a million pieces.
The pleasure was overwhelming, all-consuming, and even as another orgasm ripped through me with the force of a lightning strike, I could still feel him inside me, his cock throbbing, pulsing, his knot swelling, and I knew, deep down, that he was getting close.
I could hear it in his breathing, the low, rumbling growl that emanated from his throat, the way his claws dug into my hip, his grip tightening, his pace never faltering, and the thought terrified and exhilarated me.
His pace was brutal, relentless, and I lost myself in the sensation of everything that was him. His scent swirled around me, enveloping me, and I could feel his presence everywhere, his power, his strength, the raw, primal need that fueled him.
And then, with one final, powerful thrust, his knot swelled, locking us together, and I felt his release shoot through me, hot and thick, filling me to the brim.