Chapter Two – His Hunger

His mouth hovered against my wrist, teeth grazing my skin, and I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. My body burned with a hunger I didn’t understand.

I should’ve been running. Screaming. He was a wolf—a monster. But when his golden eyes pinned mine and his hot breath teased my pulse, the only thing I wanted was more.

“Say it again,” he growled, voice vibrating through me. “Tell me you don’t want me to stop.”

I swallowed hard, my voice trembling. “I don’t… want you to stop.”

His answering snarl was primal, triumphant, and then his mouth closed over my wrist, sucking, biting just enough to make me gasp. Pleasure and pain blurred until my thighs pressed together helplessly.

“You’re trembling,” he muttered against my skin. His hand slid from my wrist down my arm, strong and rough, until his fingers brushed the curve of my breast through my shirt. “Here. And here.” He pinched my nipple, sharp and deliberate. “Your body doesn’t lie, little human.”

A whimper escaped me, and shame flared hot in my cheeks. “This… this isn’t right.”

His gaze darkened. “It’s the only thing that’s right.”

He shoved me back gently but firmly, until I was lying against the forest floor, leaves and earth cradling me. My heart thundered as he prowled over me, bracing himself on either side of my head. The heat of his body was overwhelming, every muscle straining, every scar a promise of violence and survival.

“Look at you,” he whispered, almost reverent. “Fragile. Soft. And still, you touched me. You saved me. That makes you mine.”

My breath caught. “I’m not—”

His mouth crashed down on mine, stealing the rest of my words.

The kiss was brutal, claiming, nothing like the hesitant brushes of lips I’d known before. His tongue invaded my mouth, demanding, and I moaned into him, clutching at his shoulders. His taste was wild—smoke and salt and something darker, addictive.

When he pulled back, I was gasping, dizzy.

“Fuck,” he snarled, grinding his hips against mine. His cock—thick, hard, impossible—pressed into my stomach. “Do you feel what you’ve done to me?”

Heat flooded me, my body arching toward him against my will. “You’re hurt,” I whispered weakly, trying to find sense in the chaos.

His eyes glowed brighter. “I’ll heal. You’re the only wound I can’t walk away from.”

His hand slid down, fingers pressing between my thighs, right over my jeans. I gasped as he rubbed against me, slow and teasing.

“You’re soaked already.” His grin was wicked, sharp teeth flashing. “You want this as much as I do.”

“Please…” The word slipped out before I could stop it, a desperate whisper.

“Please what, Raine?” His voice was silk over steel. “Say it. Beg your Alpha.”

Something in me shattered at the word. Alpha. The sound of it sank into my bones, heavy, right, like my body recognized something my mind refused to accept.

“Please… touch me,” I whispered, trembling.

His growl was pure satisfaction. “Good girl.”

His hand moved fast, yanking my jeans open, shoving them down. Cool air kissed my bare skin before his hand slid beneath my panties. His fingers found me soaked, aching, and he groaned low in his throat.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he muttered, sliding a finger inside me, then another, stretching me, curling just right. My back arched, a cry ripping from my throat as pleasure shot through me.

“Louder,” he ordered. “Let the forest hear who you belong to.”

His thumb circled my clit, relentless, and I broke, gasping his name though I didn’t even know it yet.

“Yes,” he groaned, lips on my throat, biting, marking. “Say it again.”

“I—I don’t even know your name,” I managed between moans.

His teeth scraped my skin, making me shiver. “Kael,” he growled. “Your Alpha. Remember it.”

Kael. The name burned into me like fire.

He thrust his fingers harder, faster, until I was writhing under him, lost, begging. My body tightened, pleasure building sharp and unbearable.

“Come for me,” he commanded, and my body obeyed.

The orgasm ripped through me, hot and blinding. I cried out, clawing at his back, shaking as waves of pleasure tore me apart.

Kael snarled against my neck, biting down hard enough to sting, but the pain only made the release deeper, sharper.

When I finally collapsed, trembling, his fingers slid free, slick with me. He lifted them to his mouth and sucked them clean, groaning like a man starved.

“You taste like sin,” he rasped. “And I’ll never have enough.”

I whimpered, overwhelmed, body still quaking.

He shifted, pressing the head of his cock against my entrance, and my eyes flew wide.

“Wait—” I gasped. “You’ll break me.”

His gaze softened just a fraction, though his hunger didn’t fade. “I’ll be gentle. This time.” He smirked, leaning down to kiss me again. “Next time, I’ll ruin you.”

The blunt pressure of him nudging at my opening made my breath hitch. He was huge, impossibly so, and I wasn’t sure my body could take him. But god, I wanted to try.

Kael groaned, forehead pressed to mine. “You’re so tight already. You’re going to feel every inch of me.”

“Kael…” I whispered, torn between fear and need.

Before I could say more, he froze. His head snapped up, nostrils flaring. His grip on me tightened.

“What—?” I started, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips.

“They’re coming,” he growled, eyes burning.

“Who?” My heart raced.

His lips curved in a wicked smile. “My brothers.”

The way he said it made my pulse stutter all over again—fear, anticipation, and something hotter tangled in my gut.

Because if one Alpha felt like this… what would three of them do to me?