“Abilities are everything! Don’t be so sure. I’m guessing I have to do something near you, or to you, using one of my gifts so that you instinctively defend yourself. That’s how it should work in theory. Instinct taking over and no room to think.” Colton looks away from me, a small muscle in his jawline clenching that reveals his rarely seen dimples again and I get a tiny surge of uncertainty. He’s thinking about something, analyzing, worrying, doubting his own decisions and I blink at him a little apprehensively. I don’t like the vibes he’s giving off, that have all my senses tingling, and now I’m starting to wonder in what way he might make me want to defend myself.
“So, what you’re saying is… you don’t have any idea either, how to actually do this, right?” I point out, rolling my eyes and playfully shove him in the shoulder in a bid to kill the tension and to get him to drop this stupid direction of thought. He’s making me nervous and I don’t like it.
“Hey… don’t question the man with the brains. Of course, I know what I’m doing, and I have a full proof, well, almost full proof, plan. You just need to not hate me after this…. Or kill me because that would be counterproductive.” He may sound like he’s joking with me, but there’s a U turn in his mood and a seriousness clouding over it that doesn’t reach his smile. A severe tingle of apprehension hits me in the gut as I pick up again on an undertone between us. An inkling of something hitting out at me that’s subtly under the surface of his jokey manner and fast smirks. I can’t put my finger on it, but catching him looking me over with a slightly vacant gaze, the tiniest of wrinkles between those brows of his and the hint of muscle twinge in his jaw, my stomach sinks and nerves seem to overwhelm me instantly. I tense and become aware of the fact, that for the first time since we bonded, I feel like I shouldn’t trust him at all.
“Don’t hold back.” He breathes it out and doesn’t give me a chance to respond to that weird command. I frown, mouth opening to say ‘What?’ but he grabs me by my hips, yanks me down the bed and jumps on top of me in under a second, using hyper speed and insane reflexes so I haven’t even time for a breath, or a blink. I yelp with the surprise of the maneuver, winded with his sudden weight on top of me, aggressively heavy, his body fitting snugly against mine in every way so he’s literally nose to nose with me and I can’t move an inch. My hands pinned to the cushions beside my head by his, and ankles shoved apart by his feet, viciously. Stunned and suddenly feeling all kinds of things that conflict and collide, I gawp at him, heart rate pounding up to insane levels and start to squirm in his harsh grip.
“What are you doing? Colton, get off of me.” I whisper huskily against him, panic flashing that this doesn’t feel right, or like that first time we started to mark but he has me completely immobile. I’m instantly a little too hot, and internally pulsing, for my liking, as the bond need for sex begins to boil up inside of me instinctively, misinterpreting our body contact, but somehow it’s not the same, and it dies when I realize it’s not radiating back at me at all. This isn’t lust driven and consensual. This isn’t seduction and a willingness to mate with me to seal our bond at all. He hasn’t even attempted to kiss me and he’s avoiding looking me in the eye properly.
Colton turns off all of his emotions and our link so that he completely shuts me out internally and I feel it go black almost the second he does, bringing my frenzied fear further to the surface. His face somber, a wall coming up between us as his eyes glow amber but not how they should between mates. For a second, I catch a fleeting second where he seems like he isn’t sure, and I swear there’s a sweep of regret. My internal self-preservation mode tries to reach out and warn me to get out of this now, but it’s too late. I can’t move.
“Forcing your hand. I’m sorry in advance, but we got to try. Don’t hate me for this. I won’t hold back either.” It’s barley above a whisper and I blanche at him.
“Wha….?” I don’t get the question out, because Colton is all over me in a flash, his touch from tight to harsh, his eyes glowing amber at ridiculous levels of fire and brightness and illuminate between us terrifyingly. Using his speed and strength to lasso me within his body, he flips me over to my stomach, so I’m almost smothered by the pillows on the bed and lose sight of everything, pinning me down, forcing my wrists together over my head with one hand, his feet kicking my legs apart and pushing my clothes down with his now free hand.
It all happens so fast that at first, I’m caught frozen, unable to catch a breath and absorb what he’s doing until the overwhelming terror hits me hard in the stomach. He’s yanking my clothes down and up to expose my naked body and follows with cruel grabbing and nipping of my skin with his semi elongated teeth. Dominating me horribly, in a way that mates don’t.
I gasp at first, in shock, as I try to fight him off, wriggling, bucking, squirming as much as I can, internal panic consuming me as he exposes enough of my body to make it clear what he’s going to do to me. My ass upwards, his groin in behind me as he completely uncovers my lower body and gives himself access to fuck me from behind.
Stop it! what’re you doing? Let me go, Colton…. You’re hurting me. You’re scaring me. Please don’t, not like this! Colton, please!!
I wail and beg, sobs and tears adding to the suffocation as I turn my head from side to side to be able to breathe. I can’t get loose at all.
My mind manic, but it’s like bouncing words off a brick wall, because he’s closed the link and is trying his hardest to keep me shut out. He pushes a hand on the back of my head and forces my face down, back into the pillows to quieten me and keep me submissive as he yanks his own clothes off, binding me still with sheer strength and keeping me imprisoned in the position he wants as he gets naked. He’s gone inside himself, locking down with determination and suddenly I don’t feel like I know him at all. Our bond is momentarily meaningless and what he intends to do will change forever what we are.
Colton turns increasingly hostile, as though sensing my fear goads him on, using aggression, his brute force, to apply pressure and pain on me, like he wants to push me into turning more than he’s doing already. Somewhere in the back of my brain, sense and logic is trying to claw something back to the forefront but I’m too lost in hysteria to think straight.
His commanding strength which is easily overpowering me is more than enough to keep me this way. His whole mood and manner changing, his body bristling, as he half turns to beast and I physically feel it oozing from him as smooth skin furs up around me. Stupidly, I wonder if it’s even allowed, to rape a femme in human form, while turned to wolf. Surely that kind of damage will kill me. I don’t think sex between the two are allowed even consensually, given wolves are four times a human in size and I’m sure that goes for genitals too. His non concern for how much he’s hurting me tells me I’m his prey and he isn’t going to stop for anything and doesn’t seem to care that I’m human and not willing at all.
I start to struggle again, sobbing crazily, gasping painfully, heart pounding erratically, hating how useless I am against this, but he rips my top open and sinks his head down instantly, letting his teeth extend as he brutally drags them across my spine, leaving extreme pain and blood in his wake. I wail in agony, writhing under him, trying to haul my legs closed but he wedges a knee between them, to force me to stay open.
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