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had she felt filled, taken
by a man who knew he had not only the strength to please her, but
the right to use her.
    He fucked her, pulling
out of her body and slamming back in with each thrust, driving home
his right to her body. Andraste angled her hips so his cock rubbed
against her hidden spot, widening her legs and pushing back against
him with each thrust. He grabbed her hips and gave her his full
strength and speed, a fucking no human man could ever hope to
match.
    The incessant,
relentless invasion of her pussy drove Andraste towards a peak
aided by the mating hormones that ripped a full scream from her
throat, strangled as she tried to catch her breath. An orgasm
jacked through her, an explosion of heat and pressure that left her
trembling, head dangling limply, arms shaking from the exertion of
holding herself upright.
    But he wasn’t done. He
pulled out of her and stood, lifting her so her legs wrapped
automatically around his waist. He raced his legs even as she
impaled herself on him, the angle sharp, his cock hitting her
cervix. He pulled her head back.
    “ Look at me,” he
demanded. “I want you to see me, know me, when I mate you. I want
you to tell me your pussy belongs to me, to fuck as I please, any
way I please any time I please. Mine.”
    The hard words,
erotically possessive tone crawled through her, sinking claws into
her stomach. He began to move his hips, using strength and balance
to fuck her upright, a delicious friction on her clit. He walked
backwards so the pads of her feet touched the edge of the desk, and
she used the leverage to move her hips in time to his savage
thrusts, matching him, taking all he would give her. Giving all he
would take.
    “ You’re my mate,”
Andraste said, even as a second orgasm began to unfurl. “Not my
Alpha. If I belong to you, you belong to me.” She wrapped her hands
around his neck, baring her teeth. “I don’t share.”
    It was a ridiculous
statement. Mated pairs couldn’t cheat on each other. They might
want to, but the physical act would be beyond them. There wouldn’t
be any way of even achieving arousal with another man, or another
woman. But Andraste wasn’t feeling very logical. He ground his hips
against hers, shouting as he came, spilling into her, grinding so
every drop of cum bathed her pussy.
    Andraste rested against
him, not knowing what to say, utterly spent. She knew nothing of
the man Rolf, only knew of the Alpha. And didn’t particularly like
him. Knew that whether she liked him or not, if she didn’t want the
crippling of a Severing, she had to figure out what to do. And the
first order of business would be to convince him to let her leave,
at least for long enough to come up with a plan.
    Her head rose. “I have
to-”
    “ What the
fuck?”
    Rolf’s head turned
towards the door as sudden shouting broke out, and the sound of
splintering wood came from the front of the bar. She heard the
startled snarls of wolves and cursing of men as booted feet swarmed
over the creaky wood floor.
    The couple sprang into
action. Andraste felt their sticky, mingled cum on her thighs, felt
the soreness of her pussy, but couldn't let it stop her now. She
pulled on her pants in a lighting fast movement, forgoing heels. If
she had to fight, it wouldn't be in four inch stilettos.
    She cursed at Rolf,
realizing she didn’t have a shirt. He tossed the Dalig Hund jacket
at her. She recoiled, almost dropping it on the ground. His blue
gaze clashed with hers.
    “ Put it
on.”
    She couldn’t. Couldn’t
put on the symbol of her enemy’s possession. What they did here,
together, was still somehow… private. Something that didn’t have to
be visibly acknowledged. If she walked out of this room with this
jacket branding her…
    “ Give me your
shirt,” she demanded, tossing the jacket at him. “I’m not Dalig
Hund, I won’t offend your pack by wearing that.”
    He measured her
briefly, but there was no time. He did as she asked, not bothering
with