Take Me, King

*Hezzlie*

I feel like I’ve been tied to a stake and a pyre has been lit beneath me. The flames seer my body from the inside out. My skin tingles with electricity, like a thousand beetles with pulsating feet climbing all over my limbs, burrowing into my gut.
I’ve returned to my bed after a long stint next to the door where I was practically trying to claw my way out. I have no idea what I would do if I had managed to get out of the room, but my fingernails hurt, and I have to wonder if I’ve done any damage. It’s not at the top of my list of worries at the moment. I’ve got to do something about this horrible ache in my cunt.
I’m soaked through my shorts, the scent so strong, it’s overwhelming, but I can still smell my mate down the hallway, that masculine odor that tells me he’s nearby. God, I want him to come in here and fuck me so bad, I don’t know what to do.
I shove my hand down my pants and thrust them into my aching pussy, moving them back and forth as I have several times since all of this began, but it does nothing, and I begin to whimper. Only one person can help me, and he doesn’t care enough about me to even come and yell at me to quiet down. I’m growing so desperate, I’m even beginning to consider begging someone else to come and fuck me, but I can’t imagine what it would be like to lose my virginity to James or Dean.
I can definitely imagine losing it to Rowan, though. Visions of his perfectly sculpted muscular body gleaming in the moonlight from that night he shifted in front of me occupy my every thought. I imagine my fingers are his long, thick cock, but they are no match.
When my door creaks open, I think I’m imagining it at first, but then I smell him and pull my hand out of my shorts and sit up to look at him.
Rowan slowly plods toward my bed wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. I can see the outline of his dick against the fabric, begging to be let loose. I bite down on my bottom lip and sit up on my knees, like I’m begging.
I am.
“Rowan, please…?” I whimper, my bottom lip protruding. “Please… fuck me.”
“Stop it, Hezzlie.” His words are full of malice, but I hear a slight waiver that makes me think perhaps I have a chance at persuading him. “You can’t keep acting like this.”
“It hurts,” I tell him. “God, I want you so bad.” I move toward him, but he backs away. I can’t help but grip my crotch, squeezing and rubbing. “Please?”
“No! Goddessdamnit, Hezzlie! I’m not fucking you. Stop asking.”
“You want me, too,” I tell him. “I can see it. I can smell it.” Again, I reach my hand in his direction, but he takes another step backward. This one isn’t as far, and I can tell he’s starting to falter.
My body takes over. I get up on my knees and turn so that my bottom is facing him, basically shaking my ass in his face. “Please? I’ll do whatever you want. You can take me from behind. I don’t care. I just need your thick cock buried in my screaming, wet pussy. Please, Rowan? Just once?” I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder.
His eyes narrow, and he reaches down to stroke his cock through his boxers. He wouldn’t have come if he didn’t want me. I reach up and pull my shorts down to my knees, exposing everything to him. I can feel his eyes watching my every move as I slide out of the shorts and spread my legs for him. My pathetic whimpering echoes through his silence.
“I’ll hurt you,” he growls. “I’ll rip you apart.”
“I’m already being ripped apart,” I whine. “Please? Please?” I lift my ass in the air even higher, doing my best to entice him.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “You’re in heat, Hezzlie. That’s all this is.”
I know that word from a friend’s dogs. I don’t care why I feel this way. I just need him to fuck me.
He growls again and when I look over my shoulder at him, he’s taken his boxers off. He’s standing there in all of his glory, the full moon’s beams illuminating his rippled chest. He’s got a condom, though I have no idea where it came from–I guess he came prepared–and he’s rolling it down the length of his enormous dick. I watch, licking my lips, wondering if he’s actually going to do it.
So fast I can hardly track him, Rowan climbs onto the bed, kneeling behind me. He grabs my shirt and tears it in half, leaving my breasts dangling as he takes hold of my hips. I feel his tip at my entrance and wiggle, trying to back into him.
“I will not be gentle,” he warns.”
“Fuck me.” It’s all I can say.
“You’re a virgin?”
“Fuck me, please.” I don’t answer his question. He knows the answer already.
When he thrusts inside of me, pain rips through my entire body, starting in my crotch and rushing right through my chest. But it only lasts a few seconds, and then the ache I’ve been feeling for days dissipates as warmth spreads throughout my entire body.
He’s not taking it easy, that’s for certain. He is fucking me like he’s been afflicted by the same pain for as long as I have been, and the only way to get rid of it is to thrust harder and faster. He reaches around and squeezes a nipple, hard, and I moan. Then, he gathers my hair into a ponytail and wraps it around his wrist, tugging my head back as he plunges into me again and again.
He says nothing, so neither do I. Instead, I focus on the sensation of heat filling me. My body feels like it’s vibrating. My fingers splay on the sheets as I try to keep from losing my ability to think rationally, but soon enough, my pussy begins to spasm around his cock, and I’m crying out, pleading with him to both stop and never stop. I can’t breathe. My muscles tighten, and I feel a wave of pleasure explode deep within me.
A few moments later, Rowan begins to grunt. He lets out a loud groan, and his body shudders against mine several times before he goes still.
But he doesn’t pull out.
Confused, I turn to look at him around my arm.
“It’s the fucking knot,” he explains. My forehead furrows. “I won’t be able to get out of you for a few minutes since you’re in heat. Anatomy doesn’t recognize condoms.” He wipes sweat from his forehead and glares at me.
Again, I only know about knots from my friend’s dogs. I say, “Oh,” and am suddenly fully aware that my ass is up in the air.
Oh, my god! We just had sex! I just lost my virginity! I just begged this man I hate to fuck me!
Mortification sweeps over me, and there is literally nothing I can do. Tears well up in my eyes, but I refuse to let him see me cry.
Rowan groans again, and the next thing I know, he’s lifting me off the bed and moving me so that I’m lying on my side with him behind me. He’s still very much buried inside of my cunt, but at least this is more comfortable. He covers me with a blanket, and I bury my head in my pillow, praying I can fall asleep so I don’t have to face him.
I hope my father claims me tomorrow. I can never look at Rowan again.