Nola's cheek was still pressed to the cold cabin floor when Merrick crouched over her, close enough that she could see the dust on his boots.
Merrick: You're in heat. Right here. In my cabin.
Nola: Then get me out of here before your council smells it.
He crossed the hall and turned the deadbolt, and the click of it sounded louder than her own heartbeat.
Merrick: If you want me to stop, say it now.
Nola: Don't stop. Fuck, don't stop.
He pulled her coveralls down her hips, and her body had already decided for her before she could think about shame.
His mouth found her pussy, and she stopped breathing.
Merrick: You're wet enough to drown in.
He licked her clit slow at first, then mean, until her hips bucked off the floor.
She came on his tongue with a broken sound and her fingers twisted in his hair.
Nola: Fuck. Fuck.
He shoved her flat and pushed his cock into her pussy while she was still shaking.
She was so wet it went in easy, and she hated how good easy felt.
Merrick: You take it like you were made for it.
His knot swelled and locked them together, and she felt every inch of him pulse inside her.
He held her tight and never once let her near his throat.
Merrick: Mine. Don't move.
The knot went down and the heat came back worse, so he pulled her up and shoved her into the wall.
Her shoulder hit the wood hard enough to bruise.
Merrick: On your feet. You don't get to lie there and wait for me.
He gripped her jaw until her teeth clicked together, his face inches from hers.
Merrick: Say what you are.
Nola: A rogue bitch in heat.
He fucked her against the wall while her cheek scraped the wood with every push of his hips.
Merrick: If you run, I'll drag you back by your hair. You hear me?
Nola: I hear you.
His knot swelled again and locked them against the wall, and she came with her nails in his arm.
Her throat was raw from saying his name.
Merrick: Stop fighting it. You're not going anywhere.
He carried her to the bed, and the heat still wouldn't break.
He put his mouth on her nipple and bit down until she yelped, and a bright bead of blood came up.
She dug her nails into his back and held on.
Nola: Again. Don't be gentle.
He bit harder, and she screamed into his shoulder and pulled him closer.
Merrick: You like being marked up like a cheap bitch.
He pushed into her and knotted her on the bed, and she felt full enough to split.
She still wanted more.
Merrick: Mine. Say it.
She woke up on top of him with his cock still hard inside her and his hands clamped on her hips.
His eyes had gone silver.
Merrick: Move. Before my wolf takes over.
She rode him slow and then fast, and his wolf growled low under her.
Merrick: Mine. Don't you dare stop.
His knot swelled and locked them together, and his wolf held her down and wouldn't let go.
When the knot went down, he pulled out and stood up, and he didn't look at her once.
Merrick: Get up. Clean yourself.
For a second she had felt chosen, and then he made her a problem.
Foster knocked once and came in, and Merrick didn't bother to lower his voice.
Merrick: Look at her. A rogue bitch in heat. This is a mess, Foster.
Merrick: Pay her. Seal it. If she talks, I'll have her collared or worse.
Nola believed him, because she had seen what the pack did to rogues who made trouble.
Foster knelt beside her and pulled a blanket around her shoulders.
Foster: You okay?
Nola: No.
Foster: I know.
His eyes said he saw her, and that was worse than being called a mess.