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gasped and jerked, muscles contracting and tensing with the sudden roll of pleasure.
“Do you know how pretty this pussy is?”
She whimpered and rocked her hips, searching that touch once more, hunting for the hint of ecstasy he’d gifted her.
“And all mine,” he growled low, the sound adding to her building desire.
Her breasts ached, nipples hard, and she couldn’t help but cradle her large mounds, giving them a gentle squeeze to soothe the pleasurable pain that called for her attention. She cupped them, squeezing in time with his attentions, pinching her nipples when he tapped her clit. The fabric of her shirt and bra blunted the sensations but it was something . Something to help sate her need.
“Take off your shirt, Bethie. Show me what’s mine.” His voice was more animal than man, but her inner beastie immediately reacted to her mate. The rabbit encouraged her, nudged her, and pushed her to slice into her own top. To cut it down the middle and her bra soon suffered the same fate.
The chilled air had her nipples pebbling further and now she could truly torment herself. The next time he circled her clit, she pinched her nipples, the sting of pain encouraging her pleasure to grow.
“Damn, you’re beautiful. So fucking mine and gorgeous,” he growled the words, his tiger’s teeth making speaking difficult.
“Make me yours.” She needed to come, needed to feel him inside her, needed to belong to him wholly. When Carter didn’t seem anxious to give her what she desired, she tried asking for something else, something that would drive her wild, but she wanted it anyway. “Let me see you. Please, Carter. Want to see you. Touch you. Mine.”
The rabbit chattered in approval. It wanted to inspect their mate, see him in all his male glory. See his strength and then taste him.
Carter didn’t remove his finger. He continued his torment but used his other hand to rip at his shirt, to turn it into a tattered mess that was tossed aside.
Then she got to look at him, at the way his muscles tightened and flexed as he breathed. His skin was a deep bronze, stretched across his firm body, giving her a clear view of his carved abdomen and the lines at his hips. He was strong and fierce, yet patient as he continued his rhythmic teasing of her pussy. Up, then down, up, circle tap, then down. Over and over again he repeated the move, drawing more of her cream forward and urging her pleasure to rise even higher than before.
She burned for him.
She yearned for him.
Her body was desperate for him and him alone.
“Carter…” she whimpered, mouth watering as she imagined tasting all that skin, licking and nibbling him. Exploring him.
“What do you want, Bethie?” he rasped, the sound low and harsh.
“You. Always you. Forever you.” Always and forever. “More, Carter.”
He slowly withdrew his finger and she fought the whine that leapt to her lips. He’d give her more. A glance at his cock showed he wanted her as much as she wanted him. He wouldn’t deny her now.
But instead of moving away to strip, to bare himself fully and then claim her, he brought that single, tormenting finger to his lips. And slipped it inside his mouth. The moan that left his chest vibrated through the room and she felt it to her very core. He liked her taste. No, from the bliss coating his features, he loved her taste. She imagined she’d feel the same about his.
“You taste so fucking good, Bethie. So perfect,” he growled low, his eye color flashing between tiger and wolf, the wolf finally winning the battle. It was the possessive, dominating beast. The tiger was protective and fierce. With those two halves, Carter was the perfect mate—destructive and greedy.
“Make me yours. My mate.” She pleaded with him, releasing her breasts and reaching for the male who’d complete her. Those eyes brightened once more, his penetrating gaze colliding with hers and she begged once more. “Please.”
“Yes,” he hissed, fangs
“Do you know how pretty this pussy is?”
She whimpered and rocked her hips, searching that touch once more, hunting for the hint of ecstasy he’d gifted her.
“And all mine,” he growled low, the sound adding to her building desire.
Her breasts ached, nipples hard, and she couldn’t help but cradle her large mounds, giving them a gentle squeeze to soothe the pleasurable pain that called for her attention. She cupped them, squeezing in time with his attentions, pinching her nipples when he tapped her clit. The fabric of her shirt and bra blunted the sensations but it was something . Something to help sate her need.
“Take off your shirt, Bethie. Show me what’s mine.” His voice was more animal than man, but her inner beastie immediately reacted to her mate. The rabbit encouraged her, nudged her, and pushed her to slice into her own top. To cut it down the middle and her bra soon suffered the same fate.
The chilled air had her nipples pebbling further and now she could truly torment herself. The next time he circled her clit, she pinched her nipples, the sting of pain encouraging her pleasure to grow.
“Damn, you’re beautiful. So fucking mine and gorgeous,” he growled the words, his tiger’s teeth making speaking difficult.
“Make me yours.” She needed to come, needed to feel him inside her, needed to belong to him wholly. When Carter didn’t seem anxious to give her what she desired, she tried asking for something else, something that would drive her wild, but she wanted it anyway. “Let me see you. Please, Carter. Want to see you. Touch you. Mine.”
The rabbit chattered in approval. It wanted to inspect their mate, see him in all his male glory. See his strength and then taste him.
Carter didn’t remove his finger. He continued his torment but used his other hand to rip at his shirt, to turn it into a tattered mess that was tossed aside.
Then she got to look at him, at the way his muscles tightened and flexed as he breathed. His skin was a deep bronze, stretched across his firm body, giving her a clear view of his carved abdomen and the lines at his hips. He was strong and fierce, yet patient as he continued his rhythmic teasing of her pussy. Up, then down, up, circle tap, then down. Over and over again he repeated the move, drawing more of her cream forward and urging her pleasure to rise even higher than before.
She burned for him.
She yearned for him.
Her body was desperate for him and him alone.
“Carter…” she whimpered, mouth watering as she imagined tasting all that skin, licking and nibbling him. Exploring him.
“What do you want, Bethie?” he rasped, the sound low and harsh.
“You. Always you. Forever you.” Always and forever. “More, Carter.”
He slowly withdrew his finger and she fought the whine that leapt to her lips. He’d give her more. A glance at his cock showed he wanted her as much as she wanted him. He wouldn’t deny her now.
But instead of moving away to strip, to bare himself fully and then claim her, he brought that single, tormenting finger to his lips. And slipped it inside his mouth. The moan that left his chest vibrated through the room and she felt it to her very core. He liked her taste. No, from the bliss coating his features, he loved her taste. She imagined she’d feel the same about his.
“You taste so fucking good, Bethie. So perfect,” he growled low, his eye color flashing between tiger and wolf, the wolf finally winning the battle. It was the possessive, dominating beast. The tiger was protective and fierce. With those two halves, Carter was the perfect mate—destructive and greedy.
“Make me yours. My mate.” She pleaded with him, releasing her breasts and reaching for the male who’d complete her. Those eyes brightened once more, his penetrating gaze colliding with hers and she begged once more. “Please.”
“Yes,” he hissed, fangs
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