The Pack Girl's Retribution (Sequel to The Pack's Girl)

Racer's Ravaging

I leaned up between my own legs as much as I could to catch his shoulders. "Then stuff it full, Racer. Hurt me."

His brows lifted then he gave me a slow evil smile. "As you wish."

He pushed the back of my thighs further down making my ass naturally lift toward him as I was folded. He spit on his hand and lightly moistened the entrance. Trailing his finger around it.

Making me writhe with the need to be stretched. Despite being pinned as I was, I rotated my hips in circles beneath him. Inviting him in.

"Ugh." He groaned. His eyes brightening at the sight. He tipped his hand and pressed a finger into me. Turning it to loosen the ring of muscle protecting my entrance.

"Does it feel good, Vanna?"

"Yes." I breathed. My neck straining and still pulling at his shoulders in my impatience.

"Now, Racer." I panted. "I want you inside."

"Fine." He leaned up on his knees and aligned his hard cock with the tiny opening.

For a brief moment I wondered if I had been too hasty. He was so hard it felt like he couldn't fit.

Racer didn't hesitate. His gaze intent on my face as he forced into me. Planting his hard staff deep inside me. Straining the muscles of my ass as he stuffed himself into me.

It hurt and I screeched. Catching myself and stemming it down.

Racer was as relentless as I'd asked him to be. Holding my thighs down to keep my ass lifted and open for him as he drove into me. Tilting over me at an angle to get deeper made it feel like he was surely going to pierce

me.

"Harder, Racer!" I commanded.

With a growl his eyes flared yellow, and he braced his hands outside my legs. Pinning them against me with his chest as he filled me. His sack slapping against my body as he filled me. Banging in and out of me. Curling his hips with the ferocity of any animal as he rode into me. Stroking hard and fast. Short thrusts which strained me inside.

His wild grunts somehow arousing me despite the strange stinging pain I had hungered for. Then he moaned in wild pleasure. His body flexing and vibrating with his climax as he poured into me.

The feeling was uncomfortable, but I ignored it, focused on my desires in the moment I swept my legs sideways, knocking his shaking arms from beneath him and making him fall face down on my chest. I swung my legs down with him still planted in me. Hooking one of his thighs I slid off him and hopped my pelvis up to flip him sideways.

Rolling atop him I mounted him while he was still hard. Rolling my hips forward on him and taking my own pleasure. I dragged my nails viciously down his chest. Leaving long bloody scratches.

I felt my eyes flare yellow as I dropped to sink my teeth into the side of his chest, not fierce enough to mark him but enough to hurt.

He yelped but didn't stop me. Instead, he lifted surprised arms. Flattening one along my back and cupping the back of my head with the other. Holding me to him so I could shower bites beneath his collar.

He winced, hissing through his teeth. But despite all that he was thickening again. Swelling to full hardness once more.

I was slamming down on him hard enough that I knew if I missed, I could seriously hurt him. But I didn't care.

Expending my rage on his body.

Haunted by the images of me covered in the blood of my brothers. Saturating my hair until it looked dark red. Pouring down my face and pooling beneath me. Seeing the laughing face of the scarred alpha. Hearing the cold scoffing sound, he made like an echo that kept ripping through my mind.

I was filled with pain and fury. I lurched up. Tossing my blonde hair back to fall down my back and between his thighs. I thrust up my breasts as I pounded down on him. Bruising my soft inner walls with his hardness.

"Vanna Rae?" He gave me a faintly worried look. His brows drawing together.

"Shut up." I ordered.

His expression didn't change but he quieted, sensing it was something I desperately needed in that moment. He caught my hips and began dragging me forward as I came down. Pushing himself deeper into my hole. Swaying his hips into me made the piercing pain at my furthest entrance.

Pain which I wanted, in that moment. Physical pain that could steal what I was suffering in my mind, for a moment.

I gripped his muscled, furred, thighs. My nails biting through his skin as I gripped them to gain momentum on him. Finally, my emotions broke, and the images stopped. Pleasure exploded in me. Vibrating through every nerve ending and swirling through me until I collapsed backward. Slipping off him.

Racer was still hard but willing to suffer it since he'd already received one climax tonight. He moved into a crawl and climbed down to the bottom of the bed with me.

I rolled away from him and curled into a ball.

Racer slumped down behind me. Folding around me and holding around my waist and chest to pull me against him. Sensing I need held despite that I was somewhat cold.

"I don't know what you're going through, Vanna. But I'm here. I'll take your rage and give you mine whenever you wish it. I'd do anything to assuage your pain, you know that?"

And though Racer was the coldest of them I knew it was the most vulnerable and genuine thing he'd ever said to me.

"I do." I nodded. Staring at the dark wall beyond the bed and feeling a lone tear slip down my cheek.

"I'm sorry you're suffering." He whispered before pressing his lips to the back of my head.