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building in my lower belly as he
parted my thighs and buried his head between them. His tongue found
my clitoris with frightening ease and he teased and licked it while
I lay panting with the tension gripping my muscles. The unwanted
orgasm ripped through my body, and I lay there on that bed, my eyes
tight shut, hating him, but hating myself more for responding to
those relentless attentions.
    His mouth
travelled up my body, licking and sucking and nipping, until his
hips lay over mine. I had clenched my thighs together as soon as he
had finished making me come, and I held them closed now as he tried
to nudge them apart with his knee.
    "Open up,
Maddie," he whispered in my ear.
    "Fuck off," I
told him through gritted teeth.
    "Fuck indeed,"
he said, and his expression hardened. "Why are you fighting this? I
can feel how much your body wants me. It recognises me as its
mate."
    "I do not," I
said. "Get off me, you raping bastard."
    His expression
became even stonier, only his eyes conveying his rage, his mouth a
tight line. His hands tightened painfully around my wrists, and he
ground his knee into my thighs, forcing them apart. He settled his
pelvis between my legs, and used one hand to guide his cock into
me. I felt myself tear slightly as I resisted the penetration and I
flinched with pain.
    "Stop fighting
it!" he almost roared with frustration. "I don't want to hurt
you."
    "Then stop," I
pleaded. I could feel the tears running down my face, and I cursed
my weakness.
    "I can't. If I
don't do this now, then you become fair game for the rest of the
pack, and that I cannot and will not have. You belong to me, sweet
Maddie, and I must claim you this night under Law or lose you
forever."
    "Please stop,"
I begged, sobbing now.
    "I'm sorry, my
love, I can't," he murmured as he buried his face in my neck, and
slowly forced himself the rest of the way inside me. I realised
then that any further resistance was just going to hurt, so I made
my body go limp and shut my eyes and tried to pretend that this
wasn't happening, but the sound of his pelvis slapping against my
thighs and the feel of him moving inside me made that impossible. I
concentrated instead on the image of me burying a knife deep in his
gut, and twisting it, and seeing the terrible pain etched on his
face and feeling the blood spurt over my hands. In my mind I
twisted it over and over, working my way down the skin of his belly
until he was almost eviscerated. It helped to pass the time.
    Eventually I
felt his cock contracting as he came, shuddering against my
body.
    My wrists were
released, and I used my hands to push his head away from mine.
    "Get off," I
said tiredly.
    "OK," he said
and I felt him withdraw, and his weight lifted off me. He stood up,
took my hands, and pulled me to my feet. I felt sick with rage and
frustration, and I refused to look at him, jerking my hands out of
his. I felt his semen dribbling down my inner thigh as I stood.
    He twitched the
bedding back. "Lie down."
    "No," I said
shortly.
    "You need to
sleep, Maddie." He smiled ruefully down at me when I glanced up in
surprise. "I promise not to touch you for the rest of the
night."
    "Yeah, and I
trust you completely," I said sarcastically. "Dickhead."
    "I can't let
you leave, Maddie. You're mine now." He gazed down at me, his
expression harsh and forbidding. I stared back, taking in the size
of him and the muscles bulging under his skin, and I knew I didn't
have a hope of hell of fighting my way out of this. Play along,
Maddie, I told myself, inwardly seething.
    I climbed into
the bed, reaching to pull the covers over me, when he put his hand
out and touched my thigh. I looked down at the hand and the thin
line of blood that had drawn his attention. "You said you wouldn't
touch me," I reminded him coldly.
    "I'm so sorry,
Maddie," he said softly.
    I drew the
covers around me and rolled over to face away from him. The lights
went off and I felt him lie down on the other side of the bed. I
lay awake