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I grunted, thrusting upwards harder. When I felt her quiver and her slick pussy start to tighten, my eyes darkened and my teeth tingled. I pulled away as my canines elongated. I found that sweet spot where her shoulder meets her neck and bit down hard. My thrusts became erratic as I plunged upward seeking my own release, the pleasurable pain of her nails tearing open my back as she clung tightly when I bit down harder, planting my claim for all to see and scent.

I pulled away from his grasp and slapped him across the face, were-strength not activated. "Listen here buddy, I'm not easy like the blonde bimbo you had on her knees earlier." I raised my eyebrows at him. "You're gonna have to work—HARD to even get to first base, so if you ever so much as pucker those sexy, pink, luscious lips at me again, I'm gonna bite your head off," I poked him with my finger as I spoke. "Is that a promise, Princess?" He had a playful smirk on his face.

“You and I both knew it was going to hurt. I was a willing participant, and honestly, it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. Though it still hurt, and I don’t remember you losing control.” “Yeah, well, I did.” “When?” she asked, drawing small circles on my chest. “When I bit you. I’d made up my mind that I wasn’t going to anymore.” “Oh, Jarren, get over it. It doesn’t hurt.” “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.” “I’m not lying. When you bit me, it just heightened the pleasure. It made it more intense,” she said, yawning. “Go to sleep, Piccolo. You’re tired.”

"They're not your friends?" "Don't get in the way if you want to live." The man pulled me violently and with his great strength I ended up on the right side behind him in a place where the monsters couldn't reach me. Three more tried to rush us, but they didn't do anything the way the crazy man kicked. If his behavior wasn't bad I might have applauded him. I thought he was winning consecutively, but my eyes widened when he bit his shoulder. I heard him scream in pain.

I felt a satisfying crack as my paw connected with his jaw, and he released me, staggering back. I limped towards him, my vision swimming, but my determination unwavering. This had to end. Now. I launched myself at him with a final burst of strength, my claws raking across his face. He howled in agony, and I seized the moment, biting down on his neck once more. This time, I didn't let go. I bit down harder, feeling the bones crack beneath my teeth. He thrashed and struggled, but I held on, my jaw locked in a vice-like grip. Slowly, his movements grew weaker, and finally, he went limp beneath me.

He bit down hard, pulling a cry from me that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with him. The danger was gone, but he didn’t soften. If anything, something snapped inside him. He spun me onto my back and slammed back into me, harder than before, like punishment. His teeth and claws left stinging trails across my skin. He bit my breast until I screamed, blood wetting his lips.

“Please… fuck me harder.” I gave it to him. I hammered into his ass, the couch creaking loudly under us. I grabbed his throat with one hand and squeezed while I pounded him. His cock was leaking all over his stomach. I leaned down and bit his nipple, sucking hard on it while I destroyed his hole.

Hated that I’d loved him through every whip, every cruel word, every time he reminded me I was nothing. And yet I’d craved it. Needed it. Wanted more. My fingers dove into his hair, tugging the neat bun loose until dark strands fell messily around his face. He growled softly, teeth gathering more skin at the curve of my neck—then he bit down. Not gentle. Hard enough to sting, hard enough to bruise. A sharp cry tore from my throat. “Please… harder…” I begged, voice wrecked. “God, please—I want more. Mark me. Bite me.”

This…deliciously. “You won’t hurt me more than you already have. Do it harder.” He laps his tongue at my jaw. “Mmm. Let me get the blood off you." He bites down on the spot as if he wants to break the skin and then sucks hard until I’m lightheaded. My skin tingles when he steps back to leave space between us.

And the little spitfire bites my tongue. It stings, but she couldn’t do real damage to me if she tried. Her bite has only made my cock harder, anyway. I release her just enough to put my forehead against hers. I can still taste her, along with the coppery blood now on my tongue. “Bite me all you want, sweetheart,” I tell her. “Scratch and claw. You’ve heard the rumors about how wolves take their mates. The harder you fight, the hotter my blood runs for you.”