BOUND: Mates at War | 18+

10 Bound

His lips against mine make the world disappear. His hand is still on my neck, applying slight pressure but it's not painful... quite the opposite.

His eyes snap open and a deep, angry growl rolls through his chest, vibrating against my own. It looks like he's disoriented for a moment before a violent rage passes through him.

He slams my body against a tree, roughly restraining my arms behind me. I flail in his arms, trying to free myself from his grasp.

"Stop fucking fighting, I'm bringing you in," he growls as he jerks my body forward.

I'm not letting him bring me in without a fight, in fact, I'm not letting him bring me in at all, he's going to have to kill me here and now.

He forces me forward, my hands pinned painfully behind me. I push my body back on the side and bite into his shoulder with as much strength as I can muster.

He lets out a surprised yelp and slams me against another tree. The bark digs into my face and chest painfully as I struggle in his grip.

"Stop making this so difficult or I'll snap your fucking neck," his whisper is harsh against my ear. I try to push back but his body is pushed up against mine.

Beneath the anger, I feel the soft tingle of his skin on mine, his chest against my back.

"Do it, I'm not going to make this easy for you," I grit through my teeth.

"Don't fucking..." He starts but I cut him off by throwing my head back, hard, feeling the back of my skull colliding with his chin and mouth. He doesn't release my arms but he does stumble back, pulling me off of the tree.

An angry roar rips through him and he spins me around, letting go of my arms, before pushing my back against the tree with one hand on my throat.

Blood drips from his busted lip as his eyes flicker with seething fury.

"You're going to pay for that," he tightens his grip painfully, blocking my airway completely.

For a moment I don't struggle, I won't give him the satisfaction. I hold eye contact with him until my chest starts to burn and my hands involuntary rip at his, trying to pull them away. His face is as hard as stone as his fingers dig into my neck.

As I feel my eyes start to burn his grip loosens and I cough and sputter, sucking in ragged breaths as he forces me to the ground. After pulling restraints from a bag he starts to bind my hands.

I turn my face in the dirt, moving so that I can see him while he quickly immobilizes my arms.

The muscles in his chest contract and ripple under his skin. He looks murderous but there's something else there too, something... venereal. A flood of arousal washes over me, making my core clench and my thighs press together in the dirt.

My knees feel weak as he leans down and grabs my arm. For a moment he doesn't move, he sits completely still, staring down at me, his eyes flitting from my bound hands to my ass. The look on his face makes my entire body hot. I want to hide, to shield myself from his intense gaze.

He tugs me roughly to my feet, pulling my body flush with his.

"Fuck you..." I whisper as my body trembles like a leaf. I don't understand what's happening to me. My mind and my body war against each other. My body quivers pushed up on his, his naked skin sending furious jolts straight to my core.

"I can arrange that," he bites against my ear.

He pushes his hips forward slightly, letting his hardness move against my ass.

My eyes flutter closed and I fight to keep calm. My mind is reeling. Our bond is wreaking havoc on my body.

I feel like I'm on fire and he's somehow both water and gunpowder. His hands on my skin, his body pressed to mine, it's soothing, relieving the ache. It's also igniting, burning me to a crisp.

"Fuck," he growls angrily before pushing his hips further, forcing my body against his.

I tuck my chin down, turning slightly so that I can see him, any part of him will do. The sight I'm met with sucks the air from my lungs.

His large hand is fisted tightly around his swollen shaft, roughly moving up and down over and over again. His eyes are pinched shut and his bloody lips are parted, sucking in heaving breaths.

I watch his hand, biting into my lip to distract myself from the growing ache between my legs.

This is wrong. I shouldn't feel this way. Something is wrong with me. He's a monster, a murderer.

I'm grateful for his closed eyes. I don't want him to see how this is affecting me, how his pleasure is making my body betray me. A deep, vibrating growl rolls through his chest and I force my gaze to the ground.

He rubs himself against me, wrapping his free hand around my neck, his face pushed into my shoulder. Electricity flows through me, I can feel him, not just physically but through the bond. He stumbles forward, pushing me into the tree, again. This time I welcome the rough bark, the large trunk keeping me upright as my traitorous body struggles to stand.

My fingers itch to reach out and touch him. We stay like this, silent but for his panting groans, until I feel him release, thick and warm over my skin. My knees wobble as I try not to whimper at the feeling.

A growl rips through his chest as he pushes away from me, leaving me bound and spent, clinging to the branches to support myself. After a moment he returns, dressed from the waist down. He yanks me from the tree and shoves me forward.

"Let's go," he snaps as we move through the trees. "Fucking magic bullshit," he whispers angrily to himself as we walk.

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