Chapter 4

Kiara Robertson pov

My pants were pulled from my lower half, and I sighed as the cool night air touched my hot, damp cunt.

“Damn, you are a prize, little lady,” Nathan snarled as he grabbed my ankles and easily flipped me over.

“You're strong,” I purred while he ran his tongue up my calves, sending jolts of desire coursing to my core.

It was so much more intense than I had ever felt, causing my curiosity to be piqued.

When he bit my inner thigh, I bared my fangs back at him as my eyes narrowed at his.

Gripping my hips, I was pulled back as the head of his enormous cock prodded my eager entrance.

Normally I was the one who initiated, and having a man dominate me was tantalizing and new.

Filling me with one powerful thrust, my eyes rolled back into my skull as I let out a long, satisfied moan of pleasure.

Nathan wasted no time on pleasantries and buried his fingers into my sides to hold me while he pumped. Running his tongue up my spine, goosebumps followed, and I called out his name when he sank his fangs into the side of my neck from behind.

“No fair, I want to bite you,” I moaned, lost in the intense fire that was building below.

Getting fucked like a wolf was always stimulating but odd for a male vampire, I thought as he continued pounding into me from behind.

He stopped suddenly, and my brow furrowed as I tried to turn to see what had happened until I felt his fingers tracing along the brand burnt under my scars on my back.

Pulling himself out of me completely, I felt empty and frowned at not getting to finish yet again when I'd been so close to the edge.

“DEVAN, come here and take a look at these whip marks and brand; it looks like your dad's handiwork.”

I cringed as the wolfman came jogging over.

It had been years, but I was going to be discovered shortly.

Narrowing his eyes on my back, Devan huffed, “You're branded as a Vaewolf?”

Swallowing, I quickly shifted into my wolf, scooped up my clothes in my muzzle, and was just about to dash off into the forest. Unfortunately, Devan swiftly grabbed a fistful of fur on my nape, then he wrapped a silver chain around my waist, neck, and back.

I wasn't quick enough, and the cold metal sizzled against my fur and skin, weakening me.

“Come on, Dev, she and I were having a good time,” Nathan stated while he buttoned up his pants.

I had lost my shift and crashed to the dirt, hissing at the bastard holding the end of my restraints.

“She's a feral bitch and a killer. She will face my father and receive her punishment from the council,” Devan growled unemotionally.

“The vampire is my mate,” Morgana hissed, and my wolf growled sternly, “That wolf is mine.”

The same wolfman twisted my arms behind me, and I grunted, “Oh hell no.”

Lifting me to his face, he asked me about what I had said, and I hissed. Then I asked, curiously, why he was being so rough, which gave him pause.

“Considering that you are a Vaewolf, female, I highly doubt that this even fazes you,” he asserted as I continued to stare into his dark, unmoving eyes.

Refusing to blink, I raised my black brow and the corner of my mouth at him for not faltering as well.

“Challenge accepted,” I thought, but then thought bitterly, “I will never submit to him being my mate.”

Unfortunately, I knew that would bite me in the ass when my mate's heat would start. Simply despicable.

“Can you walk, or do I need to carry you, Kiara? It's you, isn't it? Kiara Robertson, right?”

Eyeing him warily, I asked if I could put clothes on, and his eyes lingered over my body.

“Grab her clothes, Nathan, and put them on the wench,” Devan demanded.

"I must get away by any means," I thought as Nathan pulled my pants up my legs, which he had just been in between. Looking at him, I chewed on my bottom lip as his eyes met mine and he grinned.