He knows I don't have my magic, I reminded myself, but then he was sliding inside of me, inch by careful inch. I'd figured him for a single thrust asshole, but he seemed to like the expression on my face and sat there, savoring every moment of it. At first, I held my breath because I was certain he might be too big for me. But as he moved, as my muscles clamped down and actually found something to hold onto, I let out a long sigh of relief.
"Never fucked a fox before," he growled, grabbing the bunch of my tails. The white fur was wet with blood, but so was the rest of the bed. It was fucking everywhere; we were both covered in it. "Hope you like hate-sex because that's what you're going to get."
"Fine with me," I said, as he thrust his hips and filled me completely.
My head fell back as a sigh of pure ecstasy escaped my throat, my eyes fluttering shut from the waves of pleasure and, unsurprisingly, the violent relief that flooded through me. I needed this, more than I'd even realized. Food, water, air ... sex. I was missing a crucial component for life.
Bennett leaned down and breathed along the side of my neck, pausing his thrusting for a moment to lick my pulse.
"I could kill you now if I wanted," he whispered. It was all a goddamn game to him. Had to be or else he could've raped and killed me anytime he'd wanted in the past few hours. He wasn't interested in that, no. He was just wanted to play.
I could feel his natural magic bubbling between us, heady and wild. It flowed through me as he bit the side of my throat, right over the bite wound that Mikhail had left. Bennett was marking me, and I didn't give two wild fucks.
Instead, I relaxed into him, let my body go limp and pliant as he pinned my wrists over my head. When I spread my legs wider and wrapped them around his sweaty, muscular body, there was no more wound there. My thigh was pale and whole. Not only that, but I felt like a million bucks, better than I had since I'd lost my magic. It was almost like I was sharing it with Bennett in that moment, and pulling that lunar-lupine mix of power through my body was intoxicating. It lit me up inside, lightning in a dark sky.
When Bennett grasped my small breast in his huge hand, I groaned and clamped down hard around him, making him growl. He grabbed my long hair with his other hand and tugged, sending a painful but intriguing sensation through my scalp.
"Not too hard or fast. I want to enjoy this." He crushed his mouth to mine, searing me with his lips, thrusting his tongue into my throat. And I fucking loved it.
"More," I breathed, and Bennett snarled, pinching my nipple, biting my lower lip. He drove into me with hard, merciless thrusts, filling up all those empty places inside of me. I sneaked a hand down between us and went for my clit, loving the feel of his hard abs rubbing against me, beads of his sweat dripping onto my skin.
The fox side of me was both terrified and thrilled to know that I was letting a predator fuck me like this. My human side was intrigued and honestly, goddamn grateful that I'd finally given in to my instincts.
"I have half a mind to make you my mate," Bennett said, but he could be as cruel or mean or weird as he wanted to. I didn't care. I just laughed and squeezed him between my thighs. He covered my mouth with his again, cutting off my laughter, kissing me like he had some sort of claim.
The fingers of my left hand fisted into his dark hair, holding him close to me as he rode hard and fast, all the way through the tightening of my muscles and into a wild, violent orgasm that had me screaming and clawing at the sheets. Bennett didn't stop though, slamming my blood-covered body into the wet sheets and bringing me to orgasm a second time, just before he had one of his own. He grasped my ass in his hands, threw his head back with a snarl, and spilled his hot cum into me.
I wasn't much of a cum girl, but I had to say, there was something satisfying about that, knowing that I'd finished him off, taken his seed, mastered him.
Bennett rolled off me with a grunt, one knee popped up as he folded his arms together behind his head. His gold eyes were half-closed, his lids heavy with satisfaction. And that look of smug, male triumph on his face ... well, I knew he was an asshole from the start, so it didn't bother me.
"You're all healed up," Bennett growled after a moment, his eyes fully closed now. "Get the fuck out of my house and go home."
Without a word, I stood up, opened one of his dresser drawers without asking and stole a t-shirt.
Second time that week I'd be stealing an asshole's clothes, but at least this time, I'd actually gotten fucked first.
I popped into the bathroom, took a quick piss, and cleaned up again. Throwing the huge t-shirt over my head, I snatched my weapons from a chair near the alpha wolf's bedroom door, and I left.
I walked back to my car in human form. Took a while longer, but I felt so fucking alive. The wind kissed my bare skin, the moonlight shimmered on the ebony waves of my hair. In the distance, I could just see the sun coming up over the horizon, but I wasn't tired. In fact, I felt like I was running on my own magic again, and it was thrilling.
Of course, I knew it was Bennett's power that I was borrowing and that it wouldn't last, but while I had it, I was damn well going to enjoy it. Once it faded, I knew I'd have to start feeling all those emotions I was trying so hard to avoid.
So while I walked, I hummed to myself and let the trees and foliage, the random pockets of snow, the decaying leaves, soothe my spirit. Out here in the woods, it was like I was walking beside Inari Okami herself.
I needed that.
I'd really need that to get through the next week, I was sure.
"Have a good time?" Mikhail asked as I stepped out of the cover of the trees and found him leaning against the side of my car. His eyes flashed down to my bare legs, to the bit of blood still caked to my skin, before they whipped up with lightning speed to my face.
"Are you talking about the sex or the fight?" I asked. Mikhail turned and punched out the passenger side window of my car. My lips pursed and hot, wild anger surged through me but I didn't move. I knew better than that. An angry, frustrated vampire—especially one Mik's age—was not something to be played with.
"You deliberately disobeyed me," Mik whispered, picking pieces of glass out of his hand. "Thea, I trusted you not to be here tonight. I trusted you to make the right choice."
"I had a job to do," I said, but my words sounded weak. As I stood there watching my boss bleed, I felt Bennett's magic drain out of me like a tap had been turned, bleeding it into the soil. I wasn't on pack land anymore; I'd lost my buzz.
"You almost died," he breathed, his words carried away on the cool morning wind.
"But I didn't," I retorted, unable to hold my damn tongue.
Mikhail stormed over to me, his dark pupils obliterating his sapphire eyes.
"And you paid a price for that." He reached out and grabbed the side of my face, forcing me to turn my head so he could look at my neck. "He bound you, Thea."
"You mean like you did," I said as Mikhail dragged his fingers down the side of my neck. The touch of his nails ignited every nerve ending in my body, from my scalp down to my toes. I found myself curling them into the frosty forest dirt.
"He shouldn't have been able to do this, not with my mark present." Mikhail was talking, but he wasn't talking to me. He stepped back as rage poured through me.
"I never asked to be bound by either of you," I snarled back as Mikhail turned away and started heading for his Thunderbird, like he was disgusted by me or something. "But at least Bennett was saving my goddamn life; I would've died if he hadn't done it, so whatever the consequences are, I'll deal with them. What you did—"
"What I did was an accident," Mik hissed, opening the door of his car and standing there like he was trying to figure out what to do next. "I didn't mean to bind you. If I could take it back, I would." He lifted his eyes to mine. "I can only turn one person in my entire life. One. And I gave that magic to you."