Wolf or Love

Danica decided it was very possible that Gio could fuck her into unconsciousness. He was pounding into her at a frenzied pace, like fucking her was the last thing he would do before he died. Pinned as she was, all she could do was take everything he had to give. It should have infuriated her that

his huge powerful body was like a cage around her, leaving her unable to move. But, strangely, she found that she kind of liked it. It was sheer male domination, but it wasn’t threatening or painful. Her wolf approved of her male’s dominance, believed him to be worthy of her surrender. The pleasure had swept Danica under and she couldn’t even find it in herself to care that she was still hurt by his words or that her heart was a mess. Her body was winding tighter and tighter, making her moan and groan and whimper.

A voice inside Gio whispered that he was being too rough, but he was too far gone to heed it. Lust had consumed his blood. She had consumed his

blood. Every sound she made had his body burning hotter and hotter, had him heading closer and closer to his climax. He could already feel the telling tingle in his spine but no way would he come until she had found her own release.

Just then a hint of a familiar scent drifted to him and he almost smiled. Chris was obviously on a run in his wolf form and had wandered close. Gio

removed his teeth from her nape and whispered in Danica’s ear loud enough for only her to hear. “You know Chris is out there, don’t you? I’m glad he’s watching. I want him to see my cock thrusting in and out of you, owning you. I want him to remember that it’s me who fucks you, not him, not anyone else.”

“No one owns me,” Danica somehow managed to growl even as she was still moaning and whimpering. She flexed the hands he had pinned behind her back, clawing his stomach in retaliation.  “I swear to God I’m going to rip your spine out of your ass,” she panted. “As soon as I can move, I’m going to do it.”

He chuckled and licked his mark, liking the shudder that ran through her. Movement in his peripheral vision snatched his attention and he looked to see Chris again. Most likely sensing that Gio’s wolf saw him as intruding and wanted to attack, Chris turned and trotted away.

Only when he was satisfied the other wolf was a fair distance away did Gio return his focus to Danica, nuzzling her hair. “I’m sorry for what I said, baby. I was in a shitty mood. I took it out on Duda.” Just like that, all the emotional torment that she had pushed aside came flooding back. She swallowed hard. “Like I said, it wasn’t anything I didn’t already know, you only said the truth.”

“No.” He withdrew, gently flipped her over, and then slid back inside.

They both groaned. He kept his thrusts slow and sensual as he spoke. “I just say stupid things when I’m pissed. I didn’t mean any of it.”

“Then why say it?”

“I don’t know. I’m not good with this stuff, baby. Things weren’t supposed to be like this, it was only supposed to be about a deal.”

He sounded so lost and confused that it prickled at Danica’s protective instincts and, before she 

thought better of it, she was curling her arms around his neck.

“When Duda talked about you staying and I realized how much I wanted you to it spooked the hell out of me and stupid shit starting coming out of my mouth.”

She could understand him being spooked. The second she realized she cared for Gio, she’d shit her pants. 

“You know what I want, Danica,” he growled as

leaned over her, curling his hips as he increased the pace of his pounding.

“Give it to me.”

Danica knew what he meant, but she clamped her mouth shut and shook her head.

His eyes flashed wolf. “Bite me, mark me, now.”

“No!”

He tangled both hands in her hair and tugged hard. “Do it, Danica. Put your fucking brand on me.”

She writhed beneath him, growling, “Fuck you!”

He gentled his voice a little and pinned her gaze with his. “Why fight

it? Why?”

“This isn’t real,” she almost sobbed.

“Wrong, baby. This is as real as it gets.”

“I told you I won’t always placate your wolf!”

“He needs it, baby. I want it. I need it.”

Danica shook her head again, knowing he couldn’t realize what he was asking, couldn’t realize what might happen. Nor could he realize that she was

fighting herself just as much as she was fighting him. “It’ll never fade!”

“I don’t want it to. I want to look in the mirror and see it there. I want everyone else to see it there.”

“You want me to mark you so another female can cover it with hers?

Fuck that!”

He arched a brow tauntingly. “You don’t like the idea of another female marking me? Then leave your brand there, warn them off, show them who I belong to.”

“It might start the imprinting! You don’t want that!” It surprised her that his expression suddenly softened.

“You’re not listening to anything I’m saying, baby. I’m not giving you up. Even if we don’t imprint I’m not giving you up, I can’t. If another man touches you I’ll kill him. I will. I’ll rip his fucking throat out and I won’t even care. You’re mine, Danica, and you’re not going anywhere. I need you here with me, and I need your brand on me. Do it, Danica! Give it to me!”

Whining in defeat Danica lifted her head and sank her teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

It took everything Gio had to stop from coming there and then. “Fuck, yeah. More!”

She raked her claws down his back just like she and her wolf had wanted to from the beginning.

“Again, Danica!” This time she bit down onto his shoulder but she didn’t release him and he loved the possessiveness of that act. Pounding into

her even harder he demanded, “Come for me, Danica.” He clamped his teeth over his claiming mark and she screamed around the flesh of his shoulder as her climax tore into her. That together with her muscles closing around his cock had him erupting inside her once again. 

And that was when it happened. Danica released his shoulder with a gasp as her entire body clenched. A bond was developing between them alright. A true mate bond. 

Should she really be so surprised? Wasn’t this  what her wolf and her body had hinted at all along? There had been plenty of signs. Like the way her wolf reacted to Gio’s scent, hell, she’d even been calm when he kidnapped her and constantly craved his company and touch. Like the way her body had from the very beginning reacted rather enthusiastically to him.

Like the way she had somehow been positive that he would never hurt her for God’s sake, the psycho actually made her feel safe. He was going to be so smug about this. “You know this is more than imprinting, don’t you?” he said softly.

She nodded. “Are you scared?” she asked quietly, dreading the answer.

Gio shook his head . “No.” He wanted her bound to him in every possible way.

 “Are you?”

Not wanting to lie and thinking he would probably sense it if she did, she nodded again.

He stroked her hair gently. “Why?”

“I don’t know if I’ve just claimed someone who doesn’t care for me.”

“Feel what I feel.” answered Gio.

Closing her eyes, Danica found their connection instantly. She didn’t feel it in her head as she had thought mates did, she felt it everywhere, felt Gio everywhere. She knew that he was genuinely happy that they had bonded, knew that he had been serious when he said he wouldn’t have let her leave no matter what. This was about Gio and Danica, the man and the woman. When she opened her eyes it was to see him looking at her with confusion in his eyes.

“You think you love me,” he practically whispered. 

He hated that he couldn’t say it back, knowing it would hurt her. Stroking her hair again he said, “I don’t know what that is, baby.” Danica’s heart literally ached for him. He was telling the truth, he didn’t know what it was. He had never had any real examples of love in his life, and he was convinced from the things he had done and was capable of doing that he wouldn’t be able to feel an emotion like that. He’d only been a child when

he’d closed himself off. A child who didn’t want his dad’s words or treatment to be able to hurt him anymore. Closing himself off so early like that had

stunted his development and he was, in a way, emotionally immature. 

“Love is giving someone the power to completely destroy you, and hoping that they won’t.”

Gio framed her face with his hands, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. 

“I’d never purposely hurt you. Never. I’m a man which means I’ll fuck up. Regularly. I’m not good with words, I spout crap when I’m angry, and I’m about as romantic as a pebble. But…See, I’m not good with words.

All I can say is you’re important to me in a way I can’t explain or understand. More important to me than anything else.”

And Danica could work with that because he did care for her, and that was more than she would have hoped for. “Same here.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Gently he brought her face to his and ravished her mouth, gliding his tongue against hers and drinking her in into him. “My wolf’s feeling pretty

smug about this.”

She smiled. “So is mine. Think the rest of the pack will be okay about it?”

“Let’s go find out.”