Change of Heart

look at me," he snarled, and his voice was deeper, barely his, so low, almost guttural.
    I turned my face to the darkness as his thighs touched mine, his hands grasping my ass, forcing my cheeks roughly apart, the head of his cock against my hole for a second before he buried himself inside me.
    The pain was like a hammer, and then he pulled back only to slam into me again, this time deeper, harder.
    I yelled, and he pumped into me fast, the pain becoming pleasure with every thrust. As my muscles relaxed and the heat built and built, I called his name. His arm came past me, and his hand, no longer human, plastered to the window, his claws clicking against the glass, sliding over it but finding no grip. He needed leverage, needed me at a different angle, lower so he could be buried in me like he wanted. Suddenly, his other hand gripped my throat, and I felt the long, sharp knives biting into my flesh. He was trying to be so gentle; I felt the restraint, the trembling of his body as he fought for control.
    "Let me move," I whispered as he leaned my head back on his shoulder, the other, now cold from the glass, closing around my cock. There was something so primitive and scary about razor-sharp claws sliding over my shaft; he could maim me, kill me, but instead only wanted to fuck me. "Logan, let me move."
    But he was lost, his body surging into mine, whimpering and growling, frustrated that he could not get deep enough inside me but unwilling to stop and pull out, refusing to leave the heat of my body. I flung myself sideways, trying to get 166
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    back to the door, but he stopped me, slamming me forward against the car.
    "Just stay inside me," I soothed him, hearing the sharp whimper in my ear and knowing his need for release was desperate. "Follow me, move with me."
    I inched toward the light, and he stayed inside me even as I fell forward into the car, into the warmth, my hands stopping me from hitting the leather seat, bracing my arms so I was bent over. His clawed hands dug into my hips as he thrust forward so hard he lifted me off my feet.
    "Oh, God," I cried out, the sensation of him so deep inside me making me light-headed.
    "Jin," he growled, and I felt the claws cut into my skin as he rammed in and out of me, setting a pounding rhythm that I was not strong enough to hold against.
    My arms gave out, but he stopped me from collapsing with a hand around my waist, his other on the seat under me, all his weight and mine on his one arm. The muscles corded, and then, a second later, I saw that his skin was covered in golden fur. His face nuzzled my hair, and I heard the huff of hot breath before the knife was buried in my shoulder. Hot liquid ran down my chest and I realized instantly that I was looking at blood. My cock was so hard and swollen in his hand, and then he hit the spot deep inside me, and my orgasm roared through me. I screamed as semen splashed his hand and slipped down onto the seat. I went limp in his arms as he forced my face down, my ass in the air, my knees now under me. His long, slippery cock was gliding in and out of me again and again, and I knew I was going to pass out. I 167
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    had never been used so hard, so long, and the fact was he wanted to be deeper still.
    "Stop," I said softly, my voice barely audible. I had a feeling, and I had to act on it. What he thought he wanted and what he needed were two different things. He thought he needed to tear me apart, but I knew better. He needed me to see him.
    "No," he snarled, sounding like a beast instead of a man.
    "Yes... stop."
    His control, even as gone as he was, drowning in a frenzy of need, was absolute. I had told him to stop, so he froze, and I slid off his shaft and crumpled to the floor.
    I rolled over on my back and looked up at him, at the half-man now towering over me. He was covered in golden fur, his face still his but bigger, wider, allowing for enormous sharp fangs and powerful jaws. His shoulders rose to a thick neck corded with muscle, but the rest was still Logan, just bigger, stronger, more heavily muscled, and even more powerful. His cock was unchanged, still human, still long and thick and cut and beautiful. It was amazing to watch his transformation, and I would have, would have studied him, but his eyes were full of pain and anger and need.
    "Come here."
    He shook his head.
    We were beyond speech at that point, so I reached out my arms to receive him.
    "I want