âSo, what youâre saying is, you donât have any idea either how to do this, right?â I point out, rolling my eyes and playfully shoving him in the shoulder.
Iâm trying to kill the tension and get him to drop this stupid direction his thoughts are taking. Heâs making me nervous, and I donât like it.
âHey, donât question the man with the brains. Of course I know what Iâm doing, and I have a foolproof, well, almost foolproof, plan.
âYou just need to not hate me after this or kill me because that would be counterproductive.â
He may sound like heâs joking with me, but thereâs a U-turn in his mood and a seriousness clouding over it that doesnât reach his smile.
A severe tingle of apprehension hits me in the gut as I pick up on an undertone between us, an inkling of something hitting out at me thatâs subtly under the surface of his jokey manner and fast smirks.
I canât put my finger on it, but I catch him looking me over with a slightly vacant gaze, the tiniest of wrinkles between those brows of his and the hint of muscle twinge in his jaw.
My stomach sinks, and nerves seem to overwhelm me instantly. I tense, and for the first time since we bonded, I feel like I shouldnât trust him at all.
âDonât hold back,â he breathes out and doesnât give me a chance to respond to that weird command.
I frown, mouth opening to say, âWhat?â but he grabs me by my hips, yanks me down the bed, and jumps on top of me in under a second, using hyper-speed and insane reflexes.
I havenât even time for a breath or a blink.
I yelp with the surprise of the maneuver, winded with his sudden weight on top of me, aggressively heavy, his body fitting snugly against mine in every way, so heâs nose-to-nose with me, and I canât move an inch.
Heâs pinned my hands to the pillows beside my head with his, and my ankles are shoved apart by his feet viciously.
Stunned and suddenly feeling all kinds of things that conflict and collide, I gawk at him, heart rate pounding up to insane levels, and start to squirm in his harsh grip.
âWhat are you doing? Colton, get off of me,â I whisper huskily against him, panic flashing that this doesnât feel right, or like that first time we started to mark, but he has me completely immobile.
Iâm instantly a little too hot for my liking and pulsing internally as the bond need for sex boils up inside me instinctively, misinterpreting our body contact.
Still, somehow itâs not the same, and it dies when I realize itâs not radiating back at me at all. He hasnât even attempted to kiss me, and heâs avoiding looking me in the eye.
This isnât lust-driven and consensual. This isnât seduction and a willingness to mate with me to seal our bond at all.
Colton turns off all of his emotions and our link so that he completely shuts me out internally, and I feel it go black almost the second he does, bringing my frenzied fear further to the surface.
His face is somber, a wall coming up between us as his eyes glow amber, but not how they should between mates.
For a second, I catch a fleeting moment where he seems like he isnât sure, and I swear thereâs a sweep of regret.
My internal self-preservation mode tries to reach out and warn me to get out of this now, but itâs too late. I canât move.
âForcing your hand. Iâm sorry in advance, but we have to try. Donât hate me for this. I wonât hold back either.â Itâs barely above a whisper, and I blanch at him.
âWhaâ¦?â I donât get the question out because Colton is all over me in a flash, his touch from tight to harsh, his eyes glowing amber at ridiculous levels of fire and brightness and illuminating between us terrifyingly.
He is pinning me down, forcing my wrists together over my head with one hand as his feet kick my legs apart, and he pulls at my clothes with his free hand.
Using his speed and strength to lasso me within his body, he flips me over onto my stomach so Iâm almost smothered by the pillows on the bed and lose sight of everything.
Heâs yanking my clothes down and up to expose my naked body and follows with cruel grabbing and nipping of my skin with his semi-elongated teeth.
Heâs dominating me horribly in a way that mates donât.
It all happens so fast that, at first, Iâm caught frozen, unable to catch a breath and absorb what heâs doing until the overwhelming terror wallops me in the stomach.
I gasp in shock as I try to fight him off, wriggling, bucking, squirming as much as I can, internal panic consuming me as he exposes enough of my body to make it clear what heâs going to do to me.
My ass is upward, his groin in behind me as he ultimately uncovers my lower body and gives himself access to take me from behind.
~âStop it! What are you doing? Let me go. Colton, youâre hurting me. Youâre scaring me. Please donât, not like this! Colton, please!â~ I wail and beg.
Sobs and tears add to the suffocation as I turn my head from side to side to be able to breathe. I canât get loose at all.
My mind is manic, but itâs like bouncing words off a brick wall because heâs closed the link and is trying his hardest to keep me shut out.
He pushes a hand on the back of my head and forces my face down, back into the pillows to quiet me and keep me submissive as he yanks his clothes off.
Heâs binding me still with sheer strength and keeping me imprisoned in the position he wants as he gets naked.
Heâs gone inside himself, locking down with determination, and suddenly I donât feel like I know him at all. Our bond is momentarily meaningless, and what he intends to do will forever change what we are.
Colton turns increasingly hostile, as though sensing my fear goads him on, using aggression and brute force to apply pressure and pain on me like he wants to push me into turning more than heâs doing already.
Somewhere in the back of my brain, sense and logic are trying to claw something back to the forefront, but Iâm too lost in hysteria to think straight.
His commanding strength, which is easily overpowering me, is more than enough to keep me this way.
His entire mood and manner are changing, his body bristling as he half turns to beast, and I physically feel it oozing from him as smooth skin furs up around me.
Stupidly, I wonder if heâs even allowed to rape a femme in human form while turned as a wolf. Surely that kind of damage will kill me.
I donât think sex between the two is allowed, even consensually, given wolves are four times a human in size, and Iâm sure that goes for genitals, too.
His lack of concern for how much heâs hurting me tells me Iâm his prey, and he isnât going to stop for anything and doesnât seem to care that Iâm human and not willing at all.
I struggle again, sobbing crazily, gasping painfully, heart pounding erratically, hating how useless I am against this.
Still, he rips my top open and sinks his head instantly, letting his teeth extend as he brutally drags them across my spine, leaving extreme pain and blood in his wake.
I wail in agony, writhing under him as I try to pull my legs closed, but he wedges a knee between them to force me to stay open.
My skin stings and burns as fabric rips across my shoulders, and he drags whatâs left of my coverings off, burning and marking me with the assault of their removal.
His claws rake over my body as they make their way over my ass, my thigh, roughly scraping my skin as he circles under and heads for my core with undeniable intent.
âNo, no, NOOO!â I scream so loud my voice cracks, and my throat burns in searing agony. He has me held taut, stretched out, and fully accessible to do whatever he wants to do to me.
Imprinted or notâdestined mates or notâit always has to be consensual, and no matter how hot you are for your chosen, force is never an option.
Itâs a cardinal sin to take your mate without her say-so, without her willingness. Femmes are treasured by their dominants. Respected and cared for.
Rape is a crime in our lands that could get him hanged. Only the scum and outcasts would do such an awful thing, even to my kind.
I canât believe Colton would rape me. I canât believe Iâm bonded to someone who could do this to me. Or why? This isnât him; this isnât who I felt him to be when we imprinted.
My head is trying to make sense of this, something nagging in the depths, but terror takes over, and logic dies a death.
I buck and close my eyes as his claws inch between my legs, getting closer to defiling me and taking from me what is no longer his to take.
Iâm twisting and turning my body in useless defense and trying to push him from between my thighs, to no avail.
Iâm trying to bite, even though my face is crushed to the soft plushness of the pillows. Aware my teeth are extending, he has my head all but wedged between my arms. Iâm unable to get free.
His voice ricochets inside my head painfully, making my brain shudder as he reopens the link suddenly.
He instantly assaults my senses with the extreme loudness of his booming tone, his dominant gift, to control me further, and I know Iâm completely powerless against him.
~âSTOP FIGHTING ME AND LET ME TAKE YOU. I WANT WHATâS MINE!â~
Like before, I momentarily lose my body and voice, outraged, hating him with every ounce of my soul, clawing back with a need to save myself from what he intends to do, but it sparks something inside me.
That sudden surge of anger, rage, and power, fighting him with everything I have to break free and defy him for thinking he could do this to me.
Iâm not a possession or an object. Iâm not trash to be used as he pleases and commanded with his will. Iâm a heart, soul, and body that deserves to be treated like any other.
I am NOT nothing! Iâm a Whyte, and once upon a time, our kind was respected, loved, and accepted. He canât reject me and then think Iâm his to abuse or ruin for any other mate.
Iâm worthy, and ~HE~ is ~NOT!~
~HOW DARE HE THINK HE CAN BRUTALIZE ME THIS WAY!~
I combust, like an inner mind implosion all over again, but everything goes black this time as my brain gives out completely.