longer than before. He’d bite her, claim her, and tie them together in an unbreakable bond.
She couldn’t wait.
He eased back, moving toward the edge of the mattress and it took no time for him to kick off his shoes. Then she stared, transfixed as he reached for his jeans, the button unsnapping easily, followed by the gradual lowering of the zipper. His cock was a thick line along one pant leg, straining against the fabric and she licked her lips, mouth watering and her rabbit urging her to take a small nibble.
Dandelions…
He pushed his jeans down, the fabric falling past his hips and finally allowing his dick to spring free. Holy shit, it was bigger than she’d imagined, thicker, longer, harder. He grasped his length at the base, giving himself a stroke, thumb rubbing the tip before he repeated the movement. Bethany licked her lips in response, her mouth tingling with the desire to hold him against her tongue.
“Ready for me, mate?”
“More than.” More than times a hundred.
“Take off the rest of your clothes. Let me see you. All of you.” It was an order she was more than happy to follow.
It was easy to shove her skirt off her hips and discard her tattered panties. Even easier to shed her torn bra and top until she lay nude before him.
“So fucking perfect. So mine.” His gaze stroked her. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?”
Bethany shook her head. She wasn’t, but damn his desire for her made her feel beautiful.
“You are and I’ll show you.” He crawled toward her, moving until he was on his hands and knees above her, his cock hanging low as if reaching for her pussy. “I’m going to make you mine, Bethie. Always mine. Anyone touches you, come nears you, and I’ll kill them. No one threatens what’s mine.”
Tears stung her eyes and she blinked them away. His fierceness didn’t scare her. No, it left her overjoyed and comforted. She was important to him. So important that he’d protect her above all else and… it wasn’t something she’d ever experienced.
“Yes.” There wasn’t anything else she could say.
Gazes locked, he reached between them and the hot, blunt tip of his dick teased the center of her pleasure. He stroked her pussy with the head of his cock, sliding through her cream, tugging gasps from her lips, before pressing it to her opening.
“Once I fill you, I won’t stop until I’ve come deep inside your pussy and gotten my fangs in you flesh.”
“Yes. Please.”
Carter released his cock, still nestled against her center, and gripped her hip. “You are…” In one thrust, he filled her, spearing her. “Mine!”
Bethany gasped and arched, shouting with the pain and pleasure of being consumed by him. He stretched her to the point of a stinging ache and she loved it. Loved the way his veined length touched and woke nerves she’d long forgotten, touched her in a way that made her blood sing and rabbit cry out for more. It knew how close they were to being Carter’s for all time. So very, very close.
Desire bubbled inside her, stroking her nerves and sliding from her pussy to her nipples and back. She was a bundle of sensation, of pleasure, balancing on the precipice and she knew she’d only tip over the edge when Carter claimed her fully.
“Please,” she wiggled and whimpered, needing to feel him thrusting in and out of her. “ Please .”
He bared his teeth, the wolf and tiger battling for supremacy and it seemed the two animals slowly ceded control to different parts of his human body. The wolf looked out at her, but it was the tiger’s fangs that’d tie them together.
One massive hand holding her steady, he drew his hips back and shoved forward once more, driving his length into her with smooth strokes. Her breasts bounced each time their bodies met and she couldn’t help but cup the mounds, knead her flesh and circle her nipples with her thumbs. The gentle, teasing strokes added to her pleasure, added to the joyous sensations his attentions
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