Chapter 11

Shemika had been shadowing Caturix for weeks, just as she’d promised him she would. Every evening at dinner, she’d sneak out, linger by the heavy metal door, and trail him back to his quarters. His room was a considerable distance from hers, especially in a building as massive as this one.

She hadn’t seen much of his room, just glimpses of a large bed with metal posts reaching up to the ceiling. He’d never invited her in, always shutting the door in her face as soon as he entered. His social skills were seriously lacking.

“Do you have internet in your pack?” she asked, attempting to engage him in conversation. But as usual, he didn’t respond. “My pack has internet,” she blurted out, then regretted it. The Vale Pack wasn’t hers anymore. “I used to watch rom-coms all the time. If there’s internet here, do you think I could convince Lyosha to get me a big flat screen?”

Caturix shot her a scowl, a rare reaction from him. He was usually an expert at ignoring her.

“Listen, Kitty Cat, I’ve really been enjoying our time together—”

“Don’t call me that,” he snapped.

She could tell she’d hit a nerve. A raw, sensitive nerve. Maybe he’d been called that before, or maybe he was just a big baby who didn’t like nicknames. Even cute ones from a hot woman like her. “Or what?” she asked, trying to keep the flirtatious tone in her voice.

His jaw twitched, but he turned his head away in a huff. So that was how it was going to be. He was just a big baby.

Weeks had passed and he must’ve known everything about her by now. But she knew nothing about him and felt like she was getting nowhere. She didn’t want him to be right. Shemika hated being wrong, but he’d predicted she’d give up. She was nearing her breaking point. There was only so much rejection a woman could take.

As they walked down the hallway to Caturix’s room, Shemika felt like she was on a countdown. She had a feeling this was the last day she could do this. She couldn’t keep following him, talking about herself, and getting a door slammed in her face.

“Listen, kitty cat,” she started again.

“I told you not to call me that,” he said, his voice firm and sharp.

“But I like it. It suits you, Kitty,” she teased. “Seriously, you even have the cute glare down pat.”

She saw his bedroom door at the end of the hallway and tensed. She quickened her pace and stepped in front of him, blocking his path. “I’m not kidding, Kitty. I’m persistent. I won’t stop.” Lie. She was on the verge of doing just that.

“Move,” he ordered, trying to sidestep her. But Shemika ducked under his arm and positioned herself between him and his room again. “You don’t want to do this. I promise you. Haven’t you heard anything about me?”

“I have, but I don’t care. I’m serious, Caturix,” she said, trying to look sincere.

His scowl deepened. “You’re not serious. I’m not fucking joking, Shemika,” he said, using her name for the first time. It sent a thrill through her. “I’m not the kind of lover you want. You’re just a spoiled brat who wants what she can’t have.”

That was true, but still. “I do want you,” she argued, stomping her foot like the child he’d just described.

“You don—”

“Do,” she interrupted. She was never going to live that down, even if they did end up sleeping together.

Something in Caturix’s eyes changed. A darkness deeper than before overtook his handsome features. He moved toward her, closing the small gap between them.

Even as she argued to sleep with him, she backed up against the wall. She thought about letting him pass, maybe he was serious about going to his room, but he cornered her against the wall. He trapped her with his massive arms.

“Why are you backing away, Shemika? I thought you wanted to fuck me?” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. His face was so close to hers, she could feel his warm breath on her skin.

She nodded, but her voice had deserted her.

“Say it,” he growled, his voice all gravel.

“Yes,” she squeaked.

He shook his head slowly, his black hair brushing against her face. “Say the whole sentence.”

Oh. “I want to fuck you,” she said breathlessly, looking up into his golden eyes.

“That’s where you’re wrong. In my bed, I fuck you,” he said.

Oh, goody. Shemika felt her legs start to shake as a heat spread between them and her stomach twisted with anticipation.

“So say it, Shemika. Say you want me to fuck you,” he ordered, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.

Oh, Jesus. He was more demanding than any of her previous partners, but that was okay. She was sure that one time in his bed would satisfy her curiosity and she’d move on to the other men in the Rurik pack.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.

Caturix spun her around and pressed her chest against the wall. He held the back of her neck so tightly that her head was grinding against the rough bricks. Shemika didn’t have time to think, to second guess as she normally would. In no time at all, Caturix had pushed her skirt aside, ripped off her panties, opened his pants, pushed his own underwear aside, spat in his hand, and coated his already hard cock with saliva before entering her in one swift motion.

She gasped and would’ve jerked away, but he was pressing her into the wall. Suddenly, she was filled to the brim. After weeks of celibacy, she was stretched to the point of pain.

Caturix moved like a wild animal, like a dog gnawing on a bone. He pounded into her, which wasn’t unusual for her partners, but his grip on the base of her neck and skull, pushing her face into the bricks, was. The bricks scraped her cheeks, scratching her soft skin.

His other hand was on her waist, guiding her hips back onto his cock. His nails had partially shifted into little daggers that dug into her flesh. She could feel her own blood trickling from the fresh wounds.

He kicked her legs apart and pushed her further down, exposing even more of her tender flesh. It was nothing like she’d imagined. Nothing like she’d ever experienced. He was exactly as she’d heard. Savage and animalistic.

The force of his thrusts made her feel him deeper than any of her previous lovers. He was everything they’d warned her about and more. So much more. Everything was more. Every touch. Every smell. Every movement.

She was getting lightheaded and she didn’t know why. She didn’t realize until her climax started. She hadn’t climaxed in such a long time. She hadn’t experienced an orgasm, she didn’t know how to hide her reaction. How to make it look pretty, like she’d always done. It took over her body.

A primal moan tore from her. She couldn’t even move to writhe in pleasure. She was held immobile.

Caturix finished with a deafening roar and pulled out of her.

She felt him slide out of her and she collapsed onto the floor, exhausted. She turned to face him, only to see him disappear into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

She scoffed at his audacity but managed to stand on shaky legs. She could feel his cum dripping down her thighs, the warmth as it slid down her legs.

Then she made her way back to her room to clean herself up before anyone saw her disheveled and smelling of Caturix.