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was more than a primitive reaction.
More than need, more than sex, more than desire. She wanted this
sex just as much as he needed it and she was okay with him like
this.
    She writhed beneath him, attempting to slip
out from under him.
    “Struggling only turns me on. My instincts to
hunt kick in and I want to make you submit.”
    Fear grew inside of her.
    “I just can’t. I should go.” She searched her
brain for logical reasons to leave. This was wrong and yet she
wanted to continue fucking him. She could do this all day.
    “You should stay. You’re mine.” He growled
and she felt the not so subtle slide of his dick inside of her
again.
    She whimpered. He was hot and his scent
enveloped her like a glove. It was hard not to react to him. Her
hips moved without any conscious thought, reacting to him with need
and want. “Yours.”
    He fucked her, and the rising need built to a
panic. How could she stop wanting this? Her body was reacting
without the ability to think. All she wanted to do was continue to
feel. How long they continued was beyond her. There were no clocks
in there, and no one stopped them.
    He nipped her neck, drawing blood. She hissed
in a breath, not caring only feeling.
    “So good.” Her eyes rolled back in her head
as she felt another orgasm roll over her body. “Fuck!”
    “You like that?” He shoved his dick inside of
her reaching deep, deeper. She was reminded he wasn’t human. A man
couldn’t have recovered that quickly from sex.
    She whimpered and shuddered on his dick. The
orgasm wracking her body.
    He groaned as her pussy clenched around his
dick once more. “Fuck, please!”
    She felt her world explode.
    Just then, the doors exploded open and a team
swarmed into the cell. Soldiers dressed in riot gear had them
pressed against their bodies. Wrath protected her sort of—with his
body. He roared in protest and she felt hands on her body. They
ripped her off him and she screamed.
    Hands were on her body, his and theirs
pulling her fiercely off Wrath. The pain was excruciating. Her
vaginal walls tore and she bled. Wrath growled and roared.
    That wasn’t the smartest way to disconnect
him from her. The knot tore out of her pussy, ripping her flesh.
She felt blood drip down her legs and nausea overcame her. The pain
blinded her and they carried her out. She could hear him screaming
and she screamed back at Wrath. She didn’t want to see him hurt.
“It’s okay Wrath. Just do what they say.”
    Tears flew freely from her and she watched in
horror as the scene wound down and the soldiers took control of his
prison.
    They shot him with something—and secured him
in the cell. New chains were on his arms and legs, securing him to
the walls. Even through the three inch thick metal doors she could
hear him scream out in protest. She was shaky and unsure of
everything.
    “What just happened here?” She asked herself.
In any other situation she would understand but just now it was too
crazy to believe it was reality. She clutched her torn clothes
together in an effort at modesty and one of the guards took off his
jacket and wrapped it around her.
    Chivalrous of him.
    She hurt. Pain shot through her. She was
shaking.
    The nurse inside of her understood what was
happening. She was in shock.
    Blood pooled in between her thighs, mixing
with Wrath’s seed. She wanted to run away and hide and fought with
mixed emotions. She also wanted to run back in there and defend
Wrath. Not that it did an ounce of good.
    “You were attacked in Number 216’s cell.
We’ll have to take you to the nurse for an evaluation.”
    “Wrath didn’t mean to hurt me.” She tried to
defend Wrath as they led her away.
    “Don’t worry 216 will be punished for hurting
you.”
    “I don’t want him hurt.” She didn’t like what
was happening. “I need to see him. I can calm him down. He’ll be
good. I know him.”
    “We just gave him a tranquilizer. He’ll be
out in less than five minutes.”
    Crap. Today was such a