I gasped in a small, panicked breath as even my wanton pussy tensed with fear. As much as my body needed him, there was no mistaking the absolute fury currently in control of the alpha. The only thing he seemed interested in right now was to maim—and I was the only breakable target within reach.

At the sound of my gasp, the alpha froze, and he whipped his head around to locate the source of the noise. Black eyes bored into mine, and I tried to shrink into the bench with a whimper of fear. But there was nowhere for me to hide.

His roar quieted to a deep, rich growl—like a stalking panther rounding on its trapped prey.

“D-don’t h-hurt m-me,” I pleaded, because that was the only thing I could do. “P-please, please. Don’t—don’t h-hurt me!”

If he even heard my words, it was clear he didn’t understand them. His upper lip pulled back in a snarl again as he took in my quivering form strapped to the breeding bench, and he took two long steps toward me. But before he came close enough to touch me, his nostrils flared wide and he froze to the spot.

He’d finally caught the scent of my heat.

Black eyes roamed over my body again as he scented the air more deeply.

When he growled again, it had a distinctly different tone than before—deeper—and my pussy responded in kind.

I groaned at the spasm in my abdomen, and moaned at the rush of liquid gushing down my inner thighs and dripping on the floor.

Even though my heart was still pounding in terror, my body recognized the alpha’s shifting interests.

Strong fingers twisted into the manacles shackling my wrists to the bench. 351 pulled at the metal, his muscles bulging with the effort, but they didn’t give.

I looked up at him, confused at his intent, and flinched when he snarled with irritation at his inability to break them.

The movement caught his attention, and his darkened gaze returned to me. His pupils were still blown, but there was more than just anger in his eyes now. A heat that had my breath catching in my throat radiated from the black pools—and when I glanced between his thighs, I saw the unmistakable proof as to why.

Despite my body’s eager shiver of delight at the sight of the gruesome cock jutting straight up in evidence that the feral alpha was no longer interested in fighting, I couldn’t help but whimper with horror.

It was so impossibly big, the head alone easily the same size as my own fist. Oil or not, there was no way I’d be able to take that—there was just no way.

The alpha either didn’t notice or didn’t care about my terrified stare. His gaze swept over my body once more, taking in my naked flesh stretched out for his use, and a pleased rumble escaped his throat.

When he bent over me, I shuddered with equal parts fear and yearning, but I wasn’t prepared for my body’s reaction when he pressed his nose against the side of my neck and sniffed.

Me hips jerked backward of their own accord, trying to push up to present my flushed opening to the alpha scenting me for readiness to mate. This time, my whimper was long and needy.

351’s only response was to lick at my neck, lapping at my sweat and tasting my skin while he breathed in my scent. Slowly, he moved down my body, licking at my shoulders and neck as he shifted next to the bench for ease of access until, finally, he moved around the back to stand between my spread legs.

I was shaking at this point, my fear of his brutal size nearly lost to the fog of hormonal bliss. My instincts, forced to the forefront by the artificial heat, relished in the alpha’s attention. He was so big, and strong, and I could practically taste his pheromones in the air as he scented me. They made the panicked voice in my head die to an indistinct murmur and the urge to mate overtake my frazzled mind.

When his tongue lapped at the small of my back, I keened pathetically and rolled my hips the small bit my restraints allowed, trying to make him focus on where I needed him the most.

It worked.

The heat from his breath brushed against my drenched opening as he slid down in a crouch behind me, followed by his big, warm hands as he grabbed a hold of my ass.

“Alpha,” I moaned, wishing with everything I was that he would mount me and finally end my torment.

The feral man growled again, making my pussy gush for him. When he dragged his tongue up through my folds to taste my offering, I nearly passed out.

“Ooooh! Yes!” I groaned, and—when he did it again— “Please!”

But 351 seemed in no rush. Despite my more and more desperate whimpers and pleas, he kept licking at my drenched sex, forcing sharp crackles of bone-shattering pleasure through my swollen clit every time he caught it with his tongue.

I struggled against my restraints, writhing mindlessly for his lips and tongue while he lapped at my sodden folds and buzzing clit. Pleasure rose from my toes up through my straining legs, threatening to throw me over a cliff I hadn’t known was so close, but in the core of my being, I knew it was all wrong. I wanted relief, needed it more than the air filling my lungs in pained gasps, but not from a sharp, superficial release brought on by having my clit manipulated.

He was my alpha. There was only one way he would be able to end my torment.

“Please, please fuck me—oh! Oh, God, please, alpha… take me. I need you. Please!” My voice wasn’t my own, pleasure-addled hormones making it much rougher than I’d ever sounded before. And, when he sucked my clit into his mouth in response, a growl I’d never even known I could produce ripped from my throat.

“No! Don’t! Not like this!” I thrashed against the sharp shocks of pleasure, fighting back the rising tide threatening to overcome me. “I don’t… I can’t! Inside! Please! I need you inside! Now!”

I don’t know if it was my words or my growl, but finally, he heard me.

The alpha growled deep in his throat in response, releasing my tormented clit. I felt him shift behind me, saw his shadow loom over my back when I desperately craned my neck to look at him. Huge, rough hands grabbed my hips, jerking at me as if to shift me into position. The strain on my shoulders and wrists from where the manacles held me in place made me grit my teeth, but when something hot and huge nudged at my weeping sex, all thoughts of discomfort evaporated.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I chanted as I tried to arch my back and push myself down his cock, but the manacles kept me locked in place.

Not that the alpha needed my assistance.

Firm, heavy pressure pushed against my opening. My pussy gaped open in welcome, the steady drip of fluids from my core and liberal helping of oil easing my lower lips apart around his fat cock head. But even the rich amounts of lubrication didn’t change his size.

My pussy yawned open as wide as it could, desperate to allow him inside. Only he didn’t fit. His tip kissed my pink tunnel, but the girth of his head caught in my opening.

I mewled in frustration—but I needn’t have.

With a growl, the alpha dug his fingertips deep into my hips and shoved.

The pressure rose to the unbearable when he bore down on my opening with all his weight, but it only lasted a second before my pussy caved. White-hot relief mixed with agony as his thick cock head barreled into my unprotected pussy, forcing it much too wide in one, rough push.

I shrieked, clawing at the padded bench in an instinctive attempt to get away from the brutal intrusion, but his grip along with the manacles forced me to stay put. There was nothing I could do but endure.

The feral alpha didn’t pause to let me get accustomed to his size, either. Once his head popped inside my horrifically dilated opening, he rolled his hips and shoved home with far more strength than my body could ever hope to counter.