The Unforgettable Storm

The jump

Scarlett

Coughing up water while I crawl onto shore has me gagging. But it’s not the filthy water that makes me feel like I’m dying. No my skull feels like it’s splitting in two.

He knocked me out! That’s barbarian hit me. So much for mates.

I stumble on shore and look around. I’m in a forest, not sure if I’m still on pack lands, but at least I’m away from that psycho. At least I thought so…

Then I hear that god awful word again

“Mate, why are you not helping me? What if I had gotten knocked out and drown from the water? You aren’t being very thoughtful”

“Thoughtful? THOUGHTFUL!!! You knocked me out and then I wake up choking on river water! If anyone could have died, it would have been me! Some mate you are.”

I turn around to wring out my clothes and start the trek back to the pack. Before I even leave the shore I’m yanked around and thrown on the ground. He is pressing me down with his hard, wet body. My n*****s harden from being brushed against the fabric of my clothes while he leans into me.

“ going somewhere mate? We need to start moving before the search party finds us. I have plans for us and being caught would mess them up. Now are we doing this the easy way or the hard way? Because I do so love the hard way”

As if emphasizing his words I feel the hard length of him pressing between my legs. And he feels huge. Bigger than anything I’ve experienced. The feel alone makes me wet. And before I can detour my thoughts the smell of my arousal surrounds us.. groaning when I see the smirk come across his face which only widens as the smell becomes more prominent. His d**k only hardens and he rocks forward into me. Making me gasp with excitement.

What is wrong with me? Why am I doing this? I just met him. I don’t even know his name.. his name

“What is your name?”

“Kirian, mate. That is the name you will be screaming soon”