The lightening flashed and the thunder cracked as the rain came down in torrents. It had not rained in nearly a year and the soil needed this drink. Truth be told, so did his soul.
Tied to a tree, naked and gagged, he saw true fear in her eyes as the lightening flashed overhead. He knew better than to be outside in weather like this, but tonight, his lust would be unleashed. He brushed her matted hair from her eyes as it clung to her brow. She shivered as the cold, wet rain assaulted her skin, and she trembled at his delicate touch.
His fingers teased the soft flesh between her legs as he devoured her mouth with a hungry kiss. The wolf had been set free tonight and his lust would soon run free.
She cried out when his teeth sank into her nipple and she begged him to go slow. The animal in him heard nothing as it focused its intensity on her body. Nips and bites along her flesh sent conflicting emotions coursing throughout her body. She was both repulsed and aroused all at once.
The leather from the whip cut into her flesh and she screamed loud enough to cause alarm to anyone who might hear. But tonight they were alone, just she, naked and tied to the tree, and he, the whip-wielding wolf in nothing but a kilt and boots.
Another lash and another scream, more lightening and thunder clapping overhead. He pressed his body against hers again and held her face tenderly as he stared deep into her eyes. The bark of the tree dug into her back and soon, her flesh would become abraded. He lifted his kilt and pressed his throbbing shaft against her sex, lifting her off the ground.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as the pelting rain cleansed her muddy feet. He buried his head in her neck and thrust deep and hard, each thrust driving her against the tree. It wasn’t long before a new sound filled the torrid night air, a sound of guttural and animalistic grunts as he took his pleasure from the mortal’s body.
She did her best to match match the rhythm of his thrusts by lifting her hips against his body. The wool from his kilt scratched the wounds from his whip and she winced in pain. She sobbed when she thought of the bruises and the ache she would feel tomorrow, but her mind instantly cleared when she felt him freeze in place.
With a final thrust inside her, he held her against his body as he claimed her as his own. His seed filled her womb and she had been bred. She was his. His alpha. His queen.
As the rain began to slow, he lowered her to the ground, his seed dripping from her sex. He carefully untied her wrists and gathered her in arms. He then carried her inside.
In the comfort of their cabin, the bath was drawn and he bathed her before treating her wounds. The savage beast from earlier was nowhere to be found. He finished his care of her and carried her to his bed. He lay her down and pulled the blanket over her before taking his place beside her.
As the lightening flashed again outside, the room was momentarily filled with light. He leaned over and took her in arms. Pulling her to himself, he held her close and kissed her softly. As her breathing slowed he gently ran his fingers down her back and whispered softly, “Sleep, my love. For tonight I will keep you safe.”
