He was huge, thick, stretching her to the point of pain. She tried to crawl forward but he dragged her back and slammed into her again harder. "You do not run." His voice was barely human, all Rhen.
He started moving deep and punishing, his hips slamming into her ass, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the trees. She could not breathe, could not think, just feel him everywhere, filling her and splitting her open and owning her.
His hand slid up her spine and fisted in her hair, pulled her head back and arched her so the angle changed deeper, impossibly deeper. She sobbed. "Too much...."
"Take it."
He fucked her harder and faster, his other hand coming around to her throat and holding her, not choking, just possessive and claiming. She felt his teeth at her shoulder scraping and testing, almost biting then pulling back. He was torturing both of them because the marking spot was right there and his wolf was screaming for it but he did not do it, not yet.
