"The only reason you haven't been owned before is because I hadn't come along yet."-Jonathan King (Reign of a King)

I wanted to regret my words but a part of me knew he would react like this. I tilt my head up and see that his eyes are flashing gold and his canines are extended. I feel my wolf purr at the sight. He's showing off his power, telling Leya that he is a worthy mate.

He doesn't give me any warning. His canines pierce my mark and it sends a bolt of pleasure through me that only increases the throbbing at my center.

"You want to talk like a slut Alessandra? Because then you'll get treated like one," he whispers into my ear. I know he says it because he's angry but I can't help that his words only spur me on.

"Yes," I moan as he licks the trail of blood that leaked from my neck. His eyes widen in surprise.

I'm surprised too, I didn't think that his words would make me so hot. In a flash, he turns me around and puts me over his shoulder. He rushes us to his house using his werewolf speed. Everything is a blur as the cold wind hits my skin. Before I know it we are at his house that I will always gape at because it looks like my dream home.

He walks us up to his bedroom where he places me on my feet.

I take a second to calm my heart down but it only beats faster. I don't have time to take in my surroundings because Zane is on me in the next second.

His hand grazes my mark and moves up until it's gripping my hair. The distance between us vanishes as his mouth consumes mine. We've kissed before but it's never been like this. Our tongues massage each other and I can feel tingles on my lips. I bring my hands up to his neck as Zane deepens the kiss. He pulls away but not before nipping at my bottom lip.

"You don't know what you got yourself into mate because I plan on ravaging you until there's nothing left."

He pushes me onto the bed and rips my sports bra down the middle. I do the same to his pants. His eyes have a predatory gleam to them and I know mine look the same too. His eyes leave mine and choose to stare at my breasts. The right one finds itself in his mouth while the left one is massaged by his hands.

"Oh my god, Zane!" I moan out, my hips jutting forward. I feel him smile against me.

His mouth leaves my breast and begins to pepper kisses down my stomach. I raise my body a little bit as I wait for him to find his final destination. He looks down at my spandex like they offend him and they meet the same fate as my bra. I don't have time to process that I'm completely naked in front of him because his mouth is on me in the next second.

I moan out as his tongue traces my clit. His strokes are slow at first but they pick up speed and I continue to get wetter.

"Zane, fuck, please!"

He rips his mouth away. I whimper.

"What was that?" Zane asks, with a cocky tone to his voice. I almost huff in annoyance.

"Please."

"That's right, my little slut likes to be fucked by my tongue," he says. He goes back to ravaging me. His tongue continues its onslaught of entering me and then going back to my clit. I'm so close to the edge that I can feel my orgasm begin to creep up my back.

"Yes!" I cry out. His middle finger caresses my opening, gathering my slickness before he thrusts it inside of me as his tongue continues to work my clit. It's too much. His words, his tongue, his finger, him.

I moan as an orgasm overtakes me. It feels like I'm on another planet as wave after wave of pleasure engulfs me from head to toe. I pant, breathless from my release. Zane comes up and plants his lips on mine. I can taste myself on his tongue as he swirls it around my mouth.

"You're a vision when you come," he speaks against my mouth. I think I blush.

"I want more," I tell him. The head he gave me was amazing but the ache inside me can only be satisfied with one thing.

He wipes the hair away from my face and tilts my chin up so my eyes are focused on him.

What? My mate is hot as hell, it's hard not to ogle his muscular body.

"If we do this, there is never any going back. You will be mine forever and I'll never let you go," he says. He intends to warn me but the opposite occurs.

"Would you let me go now?" I ask.

"Not a chance," he responds with a smile.

"I want you, Zane," I tell him. I bring my hips up so I can rub myself onto his cock.

He lines himself up at my entrance. The head of his cock moves against my lips and gathers my wetness on it. He looks right into my eyes as he pushes into me. There's a sting at first but then it gets better.

"Ok, that's not too bad," I tell him. He arches his brow in response.

"I'm not even halfway in yet."

I widen my eyes in shock. Before I can say anything he thrusts all the way in, filling me deep with his dick. Tears prick my eyes as I adjust to the pain.

He wipes my tears away and kisses me. It's slow, gentle, unlike any other kiss we've had.

"Are you ok?"

I nod.

He pulls himself out a bit before pushing back in. I moan as the pleasure begins to build. He continues to thrust but he's going slow and I know he's holding back.

"More," I tell him.

He picks up his pace. I can hear the slapping noise as we continue to connect. Zane grabs my neck and brings his face down so we are nose to nose. He just looks at me as I moan in pleasure, desperate for another release.

"You love being fucked by my cock don't you?"

"Yes," I pant. Goddess, I love it when he talks like that.

"Zane," I beg. He lets out a roar and grips the headboard with one hand for leverage. His other hand goes to my back and he pulls me up slightly. His cock hits my insides with an angle, rubbing against the perfect spot. His thrusts get faster, the slapping noise almost violent as he continues to fuck me with no mercy.

"Zane I can't," I pant. It's too much but at the same time, it's not enough.

"You can, and you will," he grits out.

He slows down for a second, and just when I think he couldn't go any faster, he does. I'm a mess of moans and whimpers as he gives my body what it so desperately needs. I feel every thrust hit deep inside me as our bodies continue to connect in perfect rhythm.

My claws extend on their own and I scratch them down his back leaving dark, angry marks. Zane hisses and traps my hands in his own. One hand keeps my claws away from him while the other grips my hip as he strokes into me.

We're nose to nose. Each breath we take is together as he continues to fuck me. My moans turn into gasps. I try to free my hands so I can touch his face but he only holds them tighter. My eyes bore into his and his stare back with the same intensity.

"That's my dirty little slut."

I don't know if it's his words or his thrusts that send me over the edge but either way I come. I come so damn hard I think I might pass out. He pumps into me a few more times before I feel his semen shoot into my womb. He lets out a final groan of satisfaction.

Our sex is animalistic, filthy, but it's perfect.

Zane collapses next to me and brings me into his arms. My eyes flutter shut from the exhaustion that hits my body full force. It might be my sleepiness, but I swear I feel Zane kiss the back of my head before I drift away into a peaceful slumber with the smell of pine surrounding me.