A Bloody Good Time

*Hezzlie*

For fuck’s sake, it’s starting again–and there seems to be absolutely nothing I can do about it.
I felt my body begin to flare up before the moon even crested above the tree line. Every fiber of my being is lit on fire. I thought about the tingling sensation Dean was asking me about. He’d been referring to magic, but this is different. This is all want, carnal need.
My mind fills with images of Rowan behind me last night, fucking me senseless. I want that again, so badly. I think it’s even worse tonight because I know what it feels like.
I hold out, willing myself not to cry out to him. I know how embarrassing it is to have the entire household know that I’m begging him to come and ravage me, but I can’t control myself, and eventually, I end up calling out for him. I mew at the door, scratching at it, begging at the top of my lungs for him to come to me.
Remarkably, it doesn’t take as long this time before I hear his footfalls coming down the hallway. His intoxicating scent grows stronger as well. I back away from the door and climb onto the bed, realizing he’s not happy. He’s not prancing in here like a man happy to satisfy the needs of his woman. No, he’s coming to try to shut me up without giving me what I want, like he did last night.
Well, I won him over then, and I’ll do it tonight, too. I have to. I know it’s desperate and embarrassing, but I don’t have any choice. My body is on fire, and he’s the only one who can quench the flames.
Rowan flings the door open like it wasn’t even locked. I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them as he stalks over to me. He must’ve still been working because he’s wearing a white-button down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows in a very sexy manner, as well as black slacks. His black tie is loose around his neck. He looks like he was just about to call it a night when I started calling out for him. I wonder if he’s even eaten dinner. Well, I’m more than ready to satisfy his every hunger.
“Hezzlie!” he shouts, standing a few feet away from the end of my bed. “You cannot keep calling for me like this!”
“I don’t have to keep calling, now that you’re here.” My tone is sultry, husky even, a voice I hardly recognize as my own.
He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. “No, Hezzlie. I’m not doing that again. That was a mistake.” He lifts his head, and his eyes practically bore holes through me.
But he’s not looking at my face. His eyes trace every inch of my body, every inch he can see.
Realizing I’m not doing everything I can to make my case, I change my pose. I lean back on the bed and spread my legs so he can smell the wetness wafting off me like a siren’s song.
He notices. His normal scowl deepens so that his face is even more wrinkled than ever. “Stop.”
“No.”
“Hezzlie! You don’t understand. I cannot give you what you want.” His voice sounds a little pained. At first, I think it’s because he really does want me, but then I realize the only thing he wants me for is sex.
I double down.
Rising up on my knees, I grab the bottom of my tank top and pull it off over my head, leaving my breasts exposed. I’ve never had an overabundance of boobs, but they’re better now than they were when I moved here, a skinny stick, and I see his tongue dart out to wet his lips. Success.
He shakes his head. “Put your shirt back on, Hezzlie.”
“Come over here and make me, why don’t you?” I call, pushing my breasts up the best I can. My nipples are already hardened and ready to be licked and sucked, a sensation I’ve never felt before since he took me from behind last night.
His face turns red with rage. “Hezzlie!”
I slide my shorts off and toss them aside, letting my knees fall apart. Apparently, I have no shame.
“Hezzlie!” he shouts again. “For the love of the Goddess!”
I’m dripping wet, aching, and ready to melt. When my hand moved between my folds of its own accord, I don’t try to stop it. I circle my clit, my eyes on him, begging him to step over and push inside or lower his head and taste me.
“Fuck!” Angrily, Rowan unbuckles his belt. I imagine what it would feel like if he bent me over his knee and slapped the leather against my ass. That might be delicious. For now, I’m just hoping he gives me the dick.
Buttons fly as he rips his shirt off. He dispenses of his clothing quickly, almost as fast as it would’ve been shredded if he was leaping into the air to shift. In just a few seconds, he’s naked. I see every rippling muscle of his body as he moves closer to me. He has a condom, and he puts it on, and I practically come undone just watching him, my fingers working faster than ever.
“On your knees,” he commands me.
“No,” I tell him. “I want to look at you.”
“Hezzlie! That wasn’t a question. Do it. Now.”
“No.”
He moves toward me, and I imagine he’s going to try to make me flip over, but I grab his thick cock before he can reach out and grab me, and once my hands clamp down around him, he’s no longer capable of thinking. I pull him to me, and we both scoot further onto the bed before he sinks his dick into my waiting pussy like a spear vanquishing his enemy.
After that, everything begins to go hazy. The soreness this time is minimal compared to last night, but even if it hurt like a bitch, I wouldn’t be whimpering because of that. I’m crying out because I want more. I want it harder. I want it faster.
And then he starts to give it to me.
Rowan shoves me back so I’m flat on my back and devours my left breast while he plucks and pulls my other nipple so hard I envision it snapping off. It feels so good, though, I don’t care.
He hammers into me picking up speed as he goes. The headboard bangs into the wall so hard, I imagine there will be a series of holes there tomorrow. I thread my fingers through his hair and hold on, lifting my hips to meet him the best he can, but he’s going so fast, I mostly just have to hold on and try not to hit my head hard enough to knock me out.
The fire I felt before morphs into an electric pulse that shoots throughout my body. My mouth hangs open as I curl up the best I can with the enormous Alpha on top of me. I can’t suck in a breath, but I welcome the arms of death if this euphoric feeling never ends.
I’m losing awareness of the world around me. It’s almost as if my wolf is taking over, but I know she’s not. I’m not trying to shift. Still, my thoughts are unfocused. My body continues to pulse as I lift my head, and the next thing I know, the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. Did I bite my tongue? I don’t feel any pain, but my tongue is coated with an aluminum-tinted liquid.
I crash backward as Rowan pumps into the condom, grunting, groaning, and also cursing. He seems like he’s angry, besides the fact that he’s coming so hard, without the condom, I’d have spooge coming out my ears. When he’s finally done, he doesn’t collapse on top of me. Instead, he pulls off the bed to standing, and the sudden change in temperature and weight has my eyes flying wide open.
My senses come flooding back to me as he grabs his neck. “What the actual fuck, Hezzlie?”
That’s when I see the blood. It’s not mine. It’s his. I bit him. On the fucking neck.
I recoil, trying to sink into the bed as I sit up and scoot back into the headboard, pulling the blanket over my naked, trembling body. “I’m sorry!”
“Why the hell did you do that?” His hand covers the mark, and I can see it’s not bleeding that badly, but still, I’ve injured him in the throws of passion, and I feel terrible. He didn’t even want to have sex with me in the first place, and then I bit him?
“Of all the stupid fucking things to do!” He continues to yell as he pulls his pants on and collects the rest of his clothes and shoes. “You stupid bi–” He comes up short of calling me a bitch, but he wouldn’t be wrong. I deserve everything he’s yelling at me.
“Do you want to see if James can patch it up?” I ask him, timidly.
“No, I don’t need Dr. Bolton,” he snarls, walking toward the door. “You have no fucking idea what you’ve done!”
“I know I bit you,” I practically whisper. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
He shakes his head. “You are leaving tomorrow morning. Be ready to leave the mansion at nine. Thank the Goddess I will finally be rid of you!”
With that, he opens the door, steps outside, and slams it behind him. The entire room shakes.
And I burst into tears.