Don’s Mate at the Gas Station

Chapter 2: It’s wrong

Getting up from the bed, my wolf felt satisfied, but I felt shattered.

Wounded.

Ruined in a way I didn’t know how to explain.

What scared me the most was not just what had happened—

It was how much of it had affected me.

How deeply it had gotten under my skin.

That terrified me more than anything.

My chest felt tight, my thoughts frantic, my whole body trembling under the weight of emotions I did not know how to carry.

I ran to the window despite the pain still pulling through me, needing distance, needing air, needing to get away before I drowned in everything I was feeling.

The second my feet hit the ground outside, I ran.

I didn’t think.

I didn’t look back.

I just ran toward the hospital, toward the only place that felt like it might still be safe.

What I didn’t realize—

What I wasn’t aware of at all—

Was that Vincenzo was right behind me the entire time.

His grip tightened around my waist like iron vices, pulling me back against his tattooed chest as he slammed into me from behind, each thrust driving his pierced c**k deeper into my aching p***y.

The woods blurred around us, branches snapping under our frantic movements, but all I could focus on was the raw burn of him stretching me, claiming me again without mercy.

My wolf howled inside, sanity fraying at the edges, but the pain mixed with pleasure drowned it out—I craved this brutality, needed his dominance to anchor me.

Vincenzo's breath was hot against my ear, ragged and furious.

“You don't get to run from me, little wolf,” he growled, one hand fisting my hair to yank my head back, exposing my throat.

His other hand roamed roughly over my naked skin, pinching my n*****s hard enough to make me gasp, then sliding down to rub my c**t in brutal circles that matched his punishing rhythm.

I was soaked, my juices coating his shaft, making every slide in and out slick and obscene.

I braced my hands against a tree trunk, bark scraping my palms, as he f****d me harder, his balls slapping against my ass with wet smacks.

The piercings dragged along my inner walls, sending jolts of electric heat through me, building that coil in my belly tighter and tighter.

“f**k, you're tight—gripping me like you never want me to stop,” he snarled, teeth grazing my shoulder before biting down, marking me as his.

Blood welled up, sharp and metallic, but it only fueled the fire, my body arching back to meet his hips.

My legs trembled, threatening to give out, but he held me up, pounding relentlessly, his tattooed arms flexing with every brutal drive.

I could feel him swelling inside me, the piercings pressing just right against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

“c*m for me, you filthy slut—show me how much you need this c**k,” he demanded, fingers digging into my hips, bruising the skin.

The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my p***y clenching around him in spasms, milking him as I cried out, voice echoing through the trees.

But he didn't stop.

Vincenzo laughed darkly, low and possessive, flipping me around to face him without pulling out.

My back hit the rough bark, and he hooked my legs over his arms, folding me open as he resumed thrusting, deeper now, his pierced tip hitting my cervix with each savage plunge.

His eyes locked on mine through his glasses, wild and unyielding, sweat glistening on his inked skin.

“You're mine now—every hole, every scream. No more running.”

The hospital lights flickered in the distance, so close yet forgotten, as he chased his own release, grunting with the force of it all.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, nails raking down his back, urging him on, lost in the haze of his aggression and my own desperate hunger.

Vincenzo's c**k hammered into my p***y relentlessly, each furious thrust feeling like retribution for every sidelong glance or whispered joke I'd thrown his way back in school.

The forest beside Mom's hospital loomed dark and shadowy around us, leaves crunching under his boots as he pinned me against the rough trunk, my naked body scraped and exposed.

I tried to push back against him, matching his brutal rhythm, but the pain sharpened with every slam—his piercings scraping my raw walls, stretching me to the brink.

It hurt so good, though, that coil in my core winding tighter, desperate for release, my juices dripping down my thighs in slick trails.

“Please, be gentle, please!”

I gasped out, my voice breaking as tears stung my eyes, the intensity bordering on too much.

My wolf clawed at the edges of my mind, urging me to submit, to let him break me.

He didn't slow.

Instead, his hand left my hip, and I felt him grab something from the ground—a metal egg, gnarled and unyielding.

Before I could twist away, he pressed the rough end against my ass, forcing it in alongside his pounding c**k.

The intrusion burned, splitting me open as he shoved it deeper, the metal scraping my tight ring while he kept rutting into my p***y like a man possessed.

I screamed, the pain exploding white-hot through me, my body jerking involuntarily.

“You want me to be gentle after treating me like s**t for years because I was the nerdy exchange kid, Ariel?”

Vincenzo snarled, his voice laced with years of pent-up rage, breath hot on my neck as he twisted the metal just enough to make me sob.

“f**k you! Take my f*****g punishment or die trying!”

I had no choice—his free hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my cries as he worked the metal egg in and out, syncing it with his savage thrusts.

My ass clenched around the invading egg, the dual assault overwhelming, pain twisting into a dark pleasure that made my vision blur.

He f****d me harder, his tattooed hips snapping forward, balls slapping my soaked folds, the piercings dragging fire along my insides.

I bucked against him, hating how my body betrayed me, hips grinding back for more even as I whimpered into his palm.

The hospital lights glowed mockingly through the trees, so close I could almost taste freedom, but Vincenzo owned me now, his c**k swelling thicker inside my p***y, the metal egg stretching my ass to its limit.

“That's it, take it all, you teasing b***h,” he growled, removing his hand from my mouth to grab my throat, squeezing just enough to make stars dance in my eyes.

I gasped for air, my screams turning to moans as the pressure built, my c**t throbbing untouched, begging for friction.

He angled his hips, grinding against that spot deep inside me with every plunge, the metal egg pushing me wider, fuller.

Pain and ecstasy blurred, my wolf howling in ecstasy, sanity slipping further.

I clawed at his arms, nails drawing blood from his inked skin, but he only laughed, low and cruel, thrusting faster.

“c*m on my c**k while I wreck your holes—prove you're sorry for all those years of bullshit.”

The orgasm ripped through me without warning, my p***y spasming around his shaft, ass gripping the metal egg in rhythmic pulses as I shattered, squirting messily over his thighs.

He didn't stop, chasing his own edge, grunting as he buried himself to the hilt, flooding my p***y with hot spurts of c*m while twisting the wood one last time, drawing out my screams until I went limp against the tree, spent and marked.

But even as he pulled out, c*m leaking from both my holes, his eyes burned with more hunger.

“We're not done, Ariel. Not by a long shot.”