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and need for good, solid fucking. His
mate didn’t want it slow and sweet. She wanted him rough and he would happily
oblige anytime she didn’t threaten to immediately push him over the edge.
He dug half-formed claws into the bed next to her head and
slammed into her. She screamed his name and he gave her more. More was what she
wanted; more was what she would get.
“Yes!” Penelope arched her back off the bed and her nails
dragged down his back. He wanted to wear her marks for the rest of his life.
Thunk, thunk, thunk.
The bedframe pounded in time to his thrusts. Her breasts
bounced with each pound. Her pussy tightened and didn’t let go. He closed his
eyes against the pleasure of her tight embrace.
“So fucking good, my mate. Gonna fill you. Gonna come.”
The musky scent of their sex filled the air and mingled with
the wet slapping sounds of their movement. Her hips met his punishing thrusts.
Her lips parted with a smile when she wasn’t babbling and moaning under him. He
wasn’t sure which was a more beautiful sight.
Her cunt grabbed onto his dick and he swore. Her bouncing
breasts flushed again, turning her milky skin to a bright pink of pleasure. She
arched again, jackknifing into his chest as she milked him for all she was
worth.
“Luca!” She screamed.
It was all too much. Luca felt his control slipping away
from him like sand through his fingers. Her pleasure bounced through his skull
and his body. Every ripple and spasm of her release pushed him toward his own.
His muscles twitched and his hips jerked as he lost his rhythm.
With a roar, he locked their hips together in a final,
powerful drive into her impossibly tight pussy. The heat of her surrounding him
overcame all his control. He swelled inside her, twitching as she twitched,
pulsing as she pulsed, and panting as she panted.
It was only ironclad control that kept his fangs to himself.
He couldn’t mark her as his, not then. His dragon roared and spewed fire at
him, desiring nothing but to mark the woman beneath them as theirs. Theirs, and
only theirs. Luca snarled at the beast and beat it back into the corner of his
mind.
Still buried to the hilt in Penelope, he sank down and
pressed his forehead to her shoulder. That’s where he’d claim her, for the
entire world to see. He licked the spot in a weak imitation of the mark she’d
carry when she allowed him to mate her truly.
“Mmm.” Her voice was soft and tired.
“Mmm, indeed.” He rubbed his cheek against her. Some women didn’t
like the harsh scratch of his short beard, but she tilted her head to give him
more room.
She was gorgeous. Everything he wanted and needed rolled
into one delightful package. Now he just needed to convince her to let him sink
his fangs into her and complete the mating ritual.
“My mate—”
She rolled her hips. His eyes crossed and his cock twitched
to life in her sheath.
Talking could come later.
Chapter Seven
The hunger woke Penelope. Her stomach rumbled loud enough to
startle herself out of sleep. She was surprised when she turned over to find
Luca still dead to the world. She curled in on herself with determination to
wait for him to wake. If she waited, then there was a high chance of a morning
repeat to their night.
Her stomach had other ideas. After a night of intense bodily
workout, she was in need of a recharge of the tasty variety. And quick. She
pressed her hands against the next rumble that threatened to summon the police
for a noise complaint.
“Quit your bellyaching,” she ordered her body. Maybe if she
spoke, Luca would wake.
A quick glance to her side showed he hadn’t moved an inch.
She poked his side. He grumbled something unintelligible and
rolled away from her, but his breathing didn’t change. If she weren’t so
hungry, she’d find his need for sleep endearing.
Well, if there was no waking the dead, then her only option
was to hunt and gather for herself.
She rolled out of bed and immediately stumbled when her
mate didn’t want it slow and sweet. She wanted him rough and he would happily
oblige anytime she didn’t threaten to immediately push him over the edge.
He dug half-formed claws into the bed next to her head and
slammed into her. She screamed his name and he gave her more. More was what she
wanted; more was what she would get.
“Yes!” Penelope arched her back off the bed and her nails
dragged down his back. He wanted to wear her marks for the rest of his life.
Thunk, thunk, thunk.
The bedframe pounded in time to his thrusts. Her breasts
bounced with each pound. Her pussy tightened and didn’t let go. He closed his
eyes against the pleasure of her tight embrace.
“So fucking good, my mate. Gonna fill you. Gonna come.”
The musky scent of their sex filled the air and mingled with
the wet slapping sounds of their movement. Her hips met his punishing thrusts.
Her lips parted with a smile when she wasn’t babbling and moaning under him. He
wasn’t sure which was a more beautiful sight.
Her cunt grabbed onto his dick and he swore. Her bouncing
breasts flushed again, turning her milky skin to a bright pink of pleasure. She
arched again, jackknifing into his chest as she milked him for all she was
worth.
“Luca!” She screamed.
It was all too much. Luca felt his control slipping away
from him like sand through his fingers. Her pleasure bounced through his skull
and his body. Every ripple and spasm of her release pushed him toward his own.
His muscles twitched and his hips jerked as he lost his rhythm.
With a roar, he locked their hips together in a final,
powerful drive into her impossibly tight pussy. The heat of her surrounding him
overcame all his control. He swelled inside her, twitching as she twitched,
pulsing as she pulsed, and panting as she panted.
It was only ironclad control that kept his fangs to himself.
He couldn’t mark her as his, not then. His dragon roared and spewed fire at
him, desiring nothing but to mark the woman beneath them as theirs. Theirs, and
only theirs. Luca snarled at the beast and beat it back into the corner of his
mind.
Still buried to the hilt in Penelope, he sank down and
pressed his forehead to her shoulder. That’s where he’d claim her, for the
entire world to see. He licked the spot in a weak imitation of the mark she’d
carry when she allowed him to mate her truly.
“Mmm.” Her voice was soft and tired.
“Mmm, indeed.” He rubbed his cheek against her. Some women didn’t
like the harsh scratch of his short beard, but she tilted her head to give him
more room.
She was gorgeous. Everything he wanted and needed rolled
into one delightful package. Now he just needed to convince her to let him sink
his fangs into her and complete the mating ritual.
“My mate—”
She rolled her hips. His eyes crossed and his cock twitched
to life in her sheath.
Talking could come later.
Chapter Seven
The hunger woke Penelope. Her stomach rumbled loud enough to
startle herself out of sleep. She was surprised when she turned over to find
Luca still dead to the world. She curled in on herself with determination to
wait for him to wake. If she waited, then there was a high chance of a morning
repeat to their night.
Her stomach had other ideas. After a night of intense bodily
workout, she was in need of a recharge of the tasty variety. And quick. She
pressed her hands against the next rumble that threatened to summon the police
for a noise complaint.
“Quit your bellyaching,” she ordered her body. Maybe if she
spoke, Luca would wake.
A quick glance to her side showed he hadn’t moved an inch.
She poked his side. He grumbled something unintelligible and
rolled away from her, but his breathing didn’t change. If she weren’t so
hungry, she’d find his need for sleep endearing.
Well, if there was no waking the dead, then her only option
was to hunt and gather for herself.
She rolled out of bed and immediately stumbled when her
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