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  Desire raced through me, setting my blood on fire, causing the brand on my back to feel like it was actually burning a hole in my flesh. God, how I wanted her! Wanted to claim her, once and for all. Wanted to make her mine. But…

  “I don’t want to hurt you, Goddamn it!” I growled. I tried to pull away from her. Even with her hot and open before me and my shaft coated in her wetness, I tried not to. But Taylor suddenly had her legs locked around me again—I could feel the lips of her pussy part as she embraced me, could feel my aching shaft sliding along her wet folds, searching for her entrance…

  No, I can’t do this—I can’t! I closed my eyes. I am calm, I am centered, I am one. I am calm, I am centered, I am one. Iamcalm,Iamcentered,Iamone…

  For a minute I almost felt like it was helping and then Taylor changed the game.

  She bit me.

  I felt the familiar rush of pleasure having her fangs in me always brought. God, I loved that sensation—the feeling of her piercing me, penetrating my flesh with her sharp little fangs. It never failed to make me hard, to make me ache for her. And I was already aching, burning from the inside out I wanted her so badly.

  The beast roared inside me…begging to be let out…demanding to rut. For a minute I actually lost consciousness as he took over.

  The room is a red wash of lust and I see the female before me. She is bared, her cunt wet and willing and ready for my shaft. Her heat is high…her scent rising like smoke to fill the room, to fill my head. She will be mine, I will claim her, fuck her and fill her until no other male dares to even look in her direction…

  “No!” I shook my head fiercely, trying to drive him back and the room came back into focus.

  By that time I was on the bottom and Taylor had somehow crawled on top of me. She was naked now and my pants were around my ankles. She was straddling me, rubbing her sweet little pussy against my throbbing shaft. I groaned as I felt her hot wetness glide along my length and stop so that just the head of my cock was lodged at her entrance.

  “Taylor,” I said hoarsely. “Baby, no—you don’t want to do that. Not like this.”

  She didn’t reply in words. Instead, she leaned forward and dug her nails into my chest. I let out a low groan as she dragged them down, leaving red furrows over my pecs and abdomen. She was scratching the hell out of me and it hurt but it was a good pain—an erotic sensation that made my balls tight with the need to come.

  “Taylor…” I begged, raising a hand to her but she only bit me again, sinking her sharp little fangs deep into my wrist. I hissed with shock and a mixture of pain and pleasure. As mindless as she was, Taylor seemed to register what an effect her biting had on me. She pulled away and bit my other wrist, then leaned down and bit my chest and neck.

  She wasn’t biting to feed—my blood ran down her chin unnoticed. No, what she wanted was to make me hers. She was marking me in the same way a female were would mark her male—with scent and teeth and claws. God, it drove me crazy.

  “Goddamnit, Taylor!” I growled. “God-fucking-damnit—no!”

  She raked her nails down my chest again, threw back her head and gave a long, low, wailing cry that called to something in my blood. I felt the hairs on my arms stand up at that cry—it was the sound of a wolf bitch in heat—the sound she makes when she needs desperately to be bred. When she has to fuck or die.

  Fuck her, urged the beast inside my head. Fuck her—breed her. You do it or I will!

  I knew then that I had no choice. Taylor’s heat was dire and my own had grown to match it. Even if it meant losing any chance of having her permanently in my life, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I was too far gone—we both were. If I didn’t breed her, the curse would claim me. And if that happened, I would kill her—the beast inside me would literally fuck her to death. If the uncontrolled heat didn’t kill her first, that was.

  I shook my head. This was it then—she would hate me forever when she came out of this—hate me for doing to her what I had sworn I would never do. For doing what had to be done.

  I was committed to it now but knowing that I was about to ruin any chance I had of having her forever, made me angry. No, more than angry—fucking enraged.

  “All right,” I snarled, switching our positions suddenly, pinning her to the mattress. “You want to fuck, baby? Then let’s do it right.”

  I turned her over roughly and pushed her into position on her hands and knees in front of me. I hated myself for it but the beast inside me was so close to the surface I couldn’t be gentle, couldn’t be sweet the way she deserved.

  Taylor didn’t seem to care. She arched back against me, her naked ass rubbing my cock as I covered her lush body with my own. I was dripping with blood from all her bites and scratches but I barely noticed. All I could see was her naked body, all I could feel was her soft skin against my own.

  And all I could smell was her heat—the scarlet heat that filled my head with madness and wouldn’t let me go.

  Grabbing her hips, I pushed her knees apart just as I had in the vision she’d had on Skull Rock. Taylor moaned and tilted her pelvis for me, showing me her hot pink pussy, open and wet, practically begging me to fill her.

  I didn’t try to resist anymore. I lined the head of my cock up with her entrance and rammed home inside her with one hard thrust.

  She moaned and writhed under me when I reached the end of her channel. I felt her inner muscles contract, almost as though she was trying to pull me in deeper.

  The feeling of her hot little pussy squeezing my cock like a glove was too much, too good. Instinct took over and I lost myself in her. And as I did, I lost any tenderness or gentleness I might have had with her—with the woman I loved. There was no love in my heart now—it was completely buried by lust. My eyes were hot and burning and I saw everything through a red haze. All I knew was that I had to have her—had to breed her and make her mine completely.

  I’m ashamed to admit I wasn’t gentle—I gripped her hips and rammed myself into her as hard as I could. I didn’t try to be careful, didn’t try to be sweet or go slow—I held her down and fucked her hard—shoving my cock as deep in her tight little cunt as I could. She was mine, Goddamnit, and I was going to make sure she fucking well knew it.

  Taylor backed against me, her breasts swaying like ripe fruit with each savage thrust of my cock into her tender, unprotected pussy. She was gripping the bedspread and moaning, the high, keening sound of an animal in pain. Was it the heat hurting her…or was it me? Somewhere in the back of my head I knew I should be more careful, gentler, but I had lost all capacity for those softer emotions the moment I entered her. All I wanted to do now was fill her with my cum. All I wanted was to make her mine just once—even though I knew I couldn’t keep her.

  Taylor seemed to want the same thing. She wiggled against me, bucking wildly. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to get away or get more. What if I was really hurting her? What if she was in pain? In distress?

  God no, can’t do this. Let her go if she needs to.

  The beast inside me roared but a tiny bit of sanity reasserted itself in my brain. I eased my grip on her hips to release her. I couldn’t make myself pull out but if she wanted to run, I could at least let her go.

  To my mingled relief and desperate disappointment, she did just that, wiggling away from me and pulling her tight little pussy off my cock. But then, instead of jumping off the bed to get away from me, she turned and shoved me hard in the chest.

  Surprised and off balance, I fell over on my back. Once again, Taylor straddled me. Her face was wild, her eyes wide and filled with hunger as she looked at me. For a minute I thought she would lean down and rip my throat out. And God help me, I would have deserved it.

  Instead, she reached down and grabbed my shaft, making me hiss and tense in her grip. But instead of hurting me she fit me to her entrance and pushed my cock back inside her in one swift motion. Apparently, she’d just wanted to be on top.

  I groaned when I felt myself hit bottom insid