Chapter 3: Devoured.

The wolf's strong, muscular body pressed her easily against the forest floor. Both wrists locked in a thick fist. The monster finished destroying the last of the dress he was wearing as impatient grunts and groans escaped the hard line of his mouth.

Sascha kicked the monster, fighting the force that with insulting ease held her captive. It was a foolish, desperate and useless action. She was a simple human woman and he was a monster full of magic. She could feel it, rubbing her skin like one more extension of the monster and Sascha stirred in disgust and fear.

The monster forced her legs apart and settled between them, the evidence of his arousal against her core. A hard, taut knot of terror settled in Sascha's stomach. Her heart pounded without pause or delay, her body stiffening. Moisture clouded her view, condensed and tangled between the human's thick, dark lashes. Tears of fear and frustration soon flowed, fell from her temples, and disappeared into her raven hair. She looked up from her, above her head, from the monster's head and the first stars began to flicker to life.

The night was falling and she was lost.

The monster flexed his hips and Sascha felt him hot and hard against her entrance. With a long, hard swing, the monster plunged into her. He let out an ecstatic groan and she a cry of pain. Her body, tense and unwell, was not prepared for such an invasion, especially when she had not received that kind of attention for months. Clumsy and wild, the monster continued to move, his hips rippling against hers in uncoordinated movements. His heavy muscles trembled as if they were under great pressure.

More tears came, fell silently, and were lost in her hair like her predecessors. Little moans of pain escaped from Sascha's throat and in her mind, she cursed the world, the bastard of her ex, the monster, and herself in particular.

The monster began to grow inside her as shudders shook his strong male body. Sascha groaned he was stretching her, stretching her internal muscles painfully to the edge of her. She then began to pulse and she felt the hot stream of the monster's essence fill her.

He buried his face in her throat, and Sascha trembled when she felt the brush of sharp fangs on her skin. So, that was it, she lay there limp and drenched in sweat, waiting for the monster to bite her throat out. Nevertheless...

She glanced at the monster, the amber eyes clearing and for an instant, a lucid glow flashed in them. The monster turned his face away and bit his forearm instead of her. A hoarse moan exploded from him and he arched over her. Sascha felt him throb, his cock knotted inside her.

Through the wet patina, Sascha caught a glimpse of the wolf's expression. The monster looked at her with an incredulous expression, dilating his strange pupils. As he looked at her something changed in his expression, something for which she had no words and she did not want to name either.

With one last spasm, the monster collapsed on top of her. He did not crush her, however. He released her wrists, but she did not move the truth was that she did not have the strength for anything other than to lie under her sweaty, panting body on top of her. Strong, rough hands gripped her hips and even together, they turned to reverse positions. Sascha fell onto the monster's chest, feeling his stiff erection still throbbing inside her and the happy rumble of the wolf against her ear.

She should run away. She thought her. Now that he is distracted and satiated.

However, it was easier to think than to do. Her body did not respond. Bruised and battered, she would not be walking for a while.

The monster's hands began to travel up her back, claws gently raking her skin in an upward path to the nape of her neck and from there to her face. The monster grabbed her chin and forced her to meet her intense amber gaze. He lowered his frightened gaze from her, he moved closer to her. Her masculine face just inches from hers. Sascha squeezed her eyes shut, in an attempt to shut reality out of her.

A monster had just raped her. Sascha could not believe it. How bad could her luck get to be her? A lot. How much more shit would she have to put up with from the world? She almost wondered if it would be better for the monster to rip her throat out and get all the shit done at once. She was usually not a crybaby. No, Sascha considered herself a survivor, but everyone had a limit and she had reached hers.

Abandoned. Faulty. Betrayed and now she could add raped -and by a monster no less- to the list. Yes, Sacha had reached the limit of how much shit she could take.

Just kill me once and get this over.

She did not realize she said it aloud until the monster growled, vibrations echoing against his hands resting on his hard, muscular chest. She opened her eyes and tried to pull away from her because he did not seem particularly happy now, an aggressive sneer curving his lips, and his sharp fangs flashing at her. The monster let her rise over him. However, he did not let her break the link between her bodies. The male erection firmly sheathed in her female core.

His amber eyes fixed on the circumference of her bare breasts, the peaks hard and bristling from the cold evening breeze, the curve of her waist, and the profile of her hips. The monster's pupils dilated and she felt him harden inside her. She trembled. She felt exposed and vulnerable, scared and exhausted like she had never been before in her entire life.

Her arms weakened and she collapsed again.

The monster was still looking at her. His eyes hers, the only light in the darkness of the Forest. Hands pulled her closer to her until they were nose to nose. Then the monster kissed her. Stiff and dumbfounded, she Sascha had no chance to fight and by the time her brain synapse, that male tongue had already overcome her.

Contrary to expectations, it was a slow, soft kiss with a tender, buried aftertaste that spoke directly to a forgotten part of her soul. A thousand tendrils of mana leaked with silken hands into her flow and her energy tickled along her nerve endings, crackling and cracking around her back, breasts, and legs, bringing a new kind of unknown pleasure.

He never stopped kissing her. His hard mouth moving persuasively and seductively against hers. His hips moved too, with slow, deep thrusts he mimicked the movements he made of his with his tongue. He was taking her with both, his tongue and his male member. Sascha's internal muscles tightened around him, exacerbating the sensation of friction. The taste and smell of the wolf overwhelmed her and for a second, she Sascha forgot where and with whom she was.

Until she moaned and arched in sexual pleasure over the monster. The sound of her breaking the sensual spell with which the monster had so cleverly chained her.

Her mind cleared with horror. She could not be enjoying herself. Of. None. Damn. Way. Then he rubbed the little knot of nervousness between her legs. Sascha moaned breathlessly, feeling split in two. Her mind was horrified by her behavior, while her body hungrily enjoyed the monster's attention.

How desperate and hungry was she for affection?

The monster quickened the rhythm of her thrusts and a treacherous moan came from her lips.

A lot.

"Tell me your name."

"What?" Was that her voice? Low, panting, and hoarse? What the hell was wrong with her?

"Your. Name." The monster growled against her lips, the rhythm of his hips only gathering momentum and speed, Sascha felt something build in her belly, a long-forgotten warmth. "Tell me."

"No." She gasped.

The monster bit her lips and then licked them.

"Tell me and I'll let you go."

Sascha's eyes widened with a mixture of disbelief and skepticism. Her gaze flashed for a second at the scene she witnessed. Thousands of amber flashes of light surrounded them or rather surrounded her. It was incredible and for a second, she was seduced by the unreality of the moment. Amber light bathed her sweaty bodies and her surroundings, glowing in the darkness of the forest like thousands of fireflies.

Then the wolf kissed her. Harder, rougher, more demanding and savage than before, the rhythm of his thrusts turned wild as well. He began to grow again, but instead of pain, this time Sascha felt pleasure, all her inner places caressed from her and as if it were not enough, the flashes of energy focused on the core of her.

Sascha's body exploded in a devastating climax. Her mind went blank and for a second she did not think of anything. There were no worries, pains, betrayals, or recriminations. The world was firmly outside her, where she could not touch it.

He grunted and his body trembled violently under her. The throbbing between her legs intensified and she with glassy eyes watched him bite his forearm again.

Is she trying not to hurt me? Is that why he bites himself?

"Sascha," Sascha said breathlessly before she could restrain both the impulse and the words. Without strength, she collapsed onto the male body.

"Sascha." The wolf repeated with a soft growl, seemed to savor the letters one by one. "I will remember."

"You will keep your word." It was not a question; it was an order, plain and simple. Sascha wondered if a lunatic had possessed her in the last couple of seconds.

"I will" the wolf growled in amusement. "But for now, the night is still young."

And he made sure to make her understand what he meant. He wore her down, consumed her, and scarred her in ways she had never felt and by the time it was over, Sascha could not hold her head up from hers. The last conscious thought was...

I can't hit that bastard anymore, right?