Wrapped in My Enemy’s Arms

Chapter Fourteen

Ayla’s POV

The moment the words left my lips, something feral unlocked in Kael.

His glowing red eyes flashed with pure predatory hunger. The injured alpha was gone and in his place was the wolf who had waited too long for his mate. He flipped us so fast my back hit the mattress with a soft bounce, his massive body caging me in. The air between us crackled, thick and heavy, like it was feeding on our desire.

“Careful what you wish for, little wolf,” he growled against my throat, voice so low it vibrated straight to my core. “Because I’m about to ruin you.”

His mouth crashed back onto mine, no longer testing, it was claiming now. His tongue stroked deep, demanding, while one large hand shoved my shirt up and over my head in one rough motion. Cool air kissed my heated skin for only a second before his palm covered my breast, squeezing possessively. I arched into him with a whimper, the mate bond pulsing like liquid fire in my veins.

But the old anger still burned beneath it all.

“I hate you,” I gasped against his lips, even as my hips rolled up to meet him.

You hate him but you can’t stop grinding Ayla.. a voice said in my head.

Kael’s laugh was dark and cruel. He yanked my pants down my legs along with my underwear, baring me completely. “Good. Keep hating me, Ayla. I’ll have to f**k the hate out of you.”

Two thick fingers slid through my already slick folds, teasing my entrance before pushing inside me without warning. I gasped sharply at the sudden stretch, my walls clenching around the intrusion. His fingers were big— long and rough— curling expertly against that sensitive spot deep inside while his thumb circled my swollen c**t with ruthless precision.

“So f*****g tight,” he groaned, pumping slowly, watching my face like he owned every reaction. “This greedy little p***y is dripping for me, the enemy. How does it feel, hating me while you soak my hand?”

I bit back a moan, nails digging into his shoulders. “I still hate you— ah!”

He added a third finger, stretching me wider, and thrust them harder, faster. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room. Pleasure coiled tight and vicious in my belly.

Then he leaned down and replaced his thumb with his mouth.

The first hot swipe of his tongue over my c**t ripped a cry from me. He devoured me like he wanted to punish me with pleasure— licking, sucking, flicking relentlessly while his fingers kept driving deep. My hands flew to his hair, gripping tight as my hips bucked against his face.

“Come for your enemy, Ayla,” he growled into my p***y, the vibration sending shockwaves through me. “Let me taste how much you hate me when you break.”

I shattered with a scream, my walls pulsing violently around his fingers. The orgasm crashed through me so hard my vision blurred. He didn’t stop— he kept sucking and thrusting through every wave until I was shaking, oversensitive, gasping his name like a curse.

Only then did he pull back, lips shiny with my release, eyes burning brighter. He shoved his pants down, and my breath caught at the sight of his c**k— thick, heavy, and brutally long. The head was flushed dark, veins pulsing along the impressive length. He stroked himself once, watching me with dark satisfaction.

“See what your hate does to me?” he rasped. “This c**k is going to split that tight p***y open while you keep telling me how much you despise me.” His dirty words kept my thighs slick.

He settled between them , the blunt head nudging my soaked entrance. One hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, the other braced beside my head.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered. “I want to watch you take every inch while you lie to yourself.”

He pushed in.

The stretch was brutal and delicious. Even after his fingers and my orgasm, his girth forced my walls to fight and yield. Inch by slow, relentless inch he sank deeper, growling low as my p***y clenched around his thickness.

“Fuck.. so goddamn tight,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mouth doesn’t.”

Halfway in, the words tore from me again. “I hate you, Kael.”

He responded with a sharp, punishing thrust that drove the rest of his massive length inside me in one brutal stroke. I cried out, back arching as he bottomed out, his hips flush against mine, stretching me to my limit.

“Liar,” he snarled, pulling back only to slam back in harder. “Say it again.”

“I hate you—”

Another deep, vicious thrust cut me off, punching the air from my lungs. He set a brutal rhythm— hips snapping forward with raw power, each stroke dragging his thick c**k along every sensitive nerve inside me. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the room, mingling with my moans and his low growls.

Every time I gasped “I hate you,” he answered with a harder thrust, driving deeper, grinding against my c**t on every inward stroke. The mate bond flared brighter with every clash, turning hate and need into something explosive.

The pleasure built like a storm I couldn’t control. My nails raked down his back as another orgasm coiled tight and violent in my belly.

“Kael— f**k— I hate you, I—”

He angled his hips and pounded into me relentlessly, his thick length hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Come for me while you hate me, little wolf. Milk this c**k that’s ruining you.”

I came with a raw, shattered scream, my walls clamping down on his girth like a vice, fluttering and squeezing as blinding pleasure tore through me. The tightness pushed him over the edge.

Kael roared, burying himself to the hilt one final time. His body shuddered violently as he came hard, flooding me with hot, thick pulses of his come. The mate bond snapped fully into place between us, sealing the violent mix of hate and raw possession.

We stayed locked together, panting, trembling, his c**k still twitching deep inside my spent body.

Kael brushed damp hair from my face, his glowing red eyes dark with satisfaction and something dangerously close to tenderness. “Keep hating me all you want, Ayla,” he whispered hoarsely, still buried inside me. “It only makes you mine faster.”

I smiled weakly, body boneless and utterly claimed despite the words burning on my tongue.

“f**k you,” I breathed.

His lips curved into a dark smirk. “We just did, mate.”