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I am surprised when she lets out a little moan. It sounds like arousal, but with a significant edge of relief. She’s been looking for someone to stop her, I think. Running wild with brutality and grief and discovering the new fear that every lone wolf eventually encounters—the notion that she can’t be contained, can’t be tamed, can’t be dominated.

I’ve shown her that’s not true, all in less than five minutes.

She is responding with need. The arousal I scented on the wind when she first raced past us is thicker now. So much so it seems to be hotboxing the van. She is in heat, and my handling is pushing her further into that feral state in which she has to be mated or she’ll risk madness, illness, or both.

My cock is rock fucking hard inside my pants. I can already feel the beginning of my knot starting to swell. I’m going to mate her because she is fucking mine. My instincts knew it from the moment I first scented her, and now my human mind is catching up with the blindingly fucking obvious.

Breathing heavily from my own growing mating need, I move her around on the seat. Knees on the floor, chest on the padded chair. I hesitate. I could cut her ankles free, but the way her ass looks presented like this is fucking gorgeous. She has a perfectly soft roundness to her cheeks, and then the thickness of her thighs tapers down to knees that could spread for me if I would let them, but she’s bound. Her slit has dark fur over the lips, but it is swelling from desire and the pink inner lips are very much visible as her chalice drips with invitation.

“Look at you,” I growl down at her, running my fingers up the seam of her lips and back down again. I want her to be very aware of how exposed she is, how undeniable her heat is. I want her to feel the flush of vulnerability. I can, and will, pin her down and fuck her, but at some point she’s going to come to her full senses and these moments will stay in her mind long after I’ve spent my seed inside her.

She curses under her breath, but it’s impossible to tell if she is swearing at me, or if she is begging to be fucked the only filthy way she knows how.

I tune out the exact mutterings because I know her words are nothing more than the feral snarling of a trapped little beast. What’s real is the way her pussy is swollen and dripping and begging for cock.

I’m not going to keep her waiting for that much longer. Her need is starting to become so desperate she is emitting little whines and whimpers that cut right to the core of the most dominant part of me.

I free my cock from my pants, where it feels like it’s being stifled to death. My erection is huge and throbbing, more so than usual. My body recognizes her in a fundamental way. I have to claim her because not doing that would be a crime against nature.

I realize it fully now, and the revelation runs through my body like a bolt of lightning. It makes sense. I just didn’t want to dare think it because it seemed too unlikely and I didn’t believe destiny would have anything this beautiful in store for me.

But I can’t deny it anymore.

Fiona is my mate. She was always my mate. We’ve been one with each other since before we were born. I just didn’t know it before now, because she was never old enough to be mated, never in heat.

I press the length of my shaft along her dripping slit. Immediately, the warmth of her wetness starts to coat the underside of my cock. I rub back and forth, letting my length and the head of my cock slowly gather her wetness.

I’m not speaking to her anymore. She’s not telling me to fuck off either. She’s gone quiet, actually. As I watch my cock sliding against her pussy, I can’t help but notice the way her hips are hitching up every time the head of me is anywhere near that tight little hole that leads to her interior.

She wants to be fucked. She might even need to be fucked. All this madness, murder, exposing herself. It could all be the frenzy of an unmated female. By taking her now, like this, as she needs me to, I’m going to be saving lives.

Reaching up, I grip her hair in a thick fist, helping her feel more anchored and controlled. I want her to feel me as a presence as much as she feels my dick inside her. I want her to know she’s being taken care of as well as being taken.

I let the thick, flared head of my cock find that dip between her lips, the place where her body is designed to channel me in. Holding myself still, I wait to see what she does. There’s not much space for movement, but she can pull away, or… she can push back. She can spread her soft inner lips around the head of my cock with a plausibly deniable but absolutely voluntary motion of her hips that pushes the head of my cock into the entrance of her pussy.

“Good girl,” I praise her, gripping her hips and slowly sinking myself into the tight heat of her body.

It feels like coming home.

She wraps around me as if she is welcoming me in, her inner walls tight, supple, and wet. She grips me as I slide in, making this first thrust as slow as I can. I want her to feel me taking her in hand; I want her to know that my cock owns her now.

I thrust slowly, inexorably, all the way inside her, until there is nowhere more to go, until I have her entirely.

“Very good,” I praise again as I keep her right there, impaled on my cock. The van judders over uneven streets, making us slide against one another a little. I wonder if I could stay like this, soaking inside her tight hole until one or both of us came. Probably. She would feel it was being held and used, I am sure, which she could do with. She needs to be taught to submit properly, to relax and to surrender into a state of submission where she is safe, where her body is doing what it was designed to do, where I have complete control and where she can let that happen.

I give her a slow thrust, almost all the way out and then almost all the way back in.

“Asshole.” That makes her curse at me again.

I smirk to myself as an idea comes to me. I lift my other hand and I press my thumb right over the puckered entrance of her body, the one I am not currently using.

“This is your asshole,” I inform her, giving her long, slow thrusts. “Keep up the attitude, and you will find my cock there.”

The sound she makes is a cross between frustration, fear, and need. She needs to be mastered. I can feel that in her in the way she resists and then melts when I dominate her and give her no choice but to accept.

I’m limited in what I can do on this, the first of what I am now certain will be a lifetime of matings because my cock is starting to knot. We have only a few more thrusts before I am tied inside her, her pussy swimming with my seed.

Gripping her tight, I make those final thrusts count, giving her the rough pounding she has been craving. It feels good to give in to pure animal impulse and simply use her sweetly offered pussy. My cock thickens, her pussy grips me even more tightly, the bindings and my grip do their job keeping her in place as I make her take my cum, filling her in thick jets as I sink myself as deep inside her spread pussy as I can go, my knot inflating inside her body, ensuring she’s not going anywhere for a while.