9 ~ Before The Mating Ceremony.

JAYDEN's POV

Rafael pinned me to the wall, his thick length pulsing right at my entrance like it had a mind of its own. His breaths were sharp, his hands rough and commanding against my waist.

“D-Don’t you need lube or something?” I asked, my voice breathless, my thighs trembling, not entirely from fear, but anticipation.

“No,” he growled, his eyes burning into mine, “a slutty, dripping hole like yours doesn’t need any help.”

Excuse me?!

Before I could react to that disrespectful compliment, the tip of his length pressed in, and fuck, my breath caught in my throat. My back arched like a...