Whimpers left her throat as he thrust his fingers, her beast panting as her body tensed to orgasm. Yet just when she was on the brink, he withdrew his fingers.
Nooo.
“Soon, love.” His golden eyes flickered blue then back as he spread her moisture onto his engorged member. “It’s coming.” He took himself in hand to rub the head up and down along her entrance, her arousal coating the tip to mix with his own precum. When he fitted the crown inside her again, he grunted, “Tight. So fucking tight.”
How was he denying his need to thrust home? Sweat beaded his forehead, his muscles rippling beneath damp skin. He flexed his hips, feeding her more of his unyielding erection. “Please doona hurt, little mate.”
Pressure increased. Her impatient beast wriggled for more, raking her claws down his torso. Blood welled. Oh, Doamne, what am I doing?
Yet his penis pulsed inside her. “My wicked lass with her wicked beast. I hope you score me raw over the night.”
As he worked his way deeper, her breaths came in shallow pants. His size hurt—especially one sharp pinch in the beginning—but it was fleeting.
He gnashed his fangs. “How will I last?”
She wondered the same. She fought her rising orgasm, wanting this to continue forever.
When he’d sunk his shaft as far as he could inside her, he growled, “Kereny,” and his lids slid shut. But then he opened his eyes, and his gaze bored into hers. “You belong to me forever. And I to you. We have forever.”
He’d told her he would own her body and soul, just as she would own him. I see it now. I see it so clearly. Her heart was bleeding into his—and his into hers—and she finally understood matehood: We are one.
She’d almost missed this, had denied him because she hadn’t known bliss like this existed. She’d believed in the Lore but hadn’t believed in heaven on earth.
He painstakingly withdrew. When he thrust for the first time, filling her to the brink, her vision wavered.
A breath hissed through his gritted teeth. “Your body was made for mine!” He thrust again. “Never knew . . . never understood . . .”
Like a wildling, her beast met his movements. Its wanton undulations stole his control little by little, which thrilled Ren.
Yet then he pinned down her hips and stilled his own. Tendons in his neck strained as his gaze held hers. “I thought I’d lost you. Woman, you canna steal my heart then leave me. Do you no’ understand—I live for you alone!” Clenching his jaw, he withdrew and thrust hard. Harder. Her teeth clattered. “Never leave me again! Never.”
She wanted to tell him she wouldn’t. All she could do was hold on as Munro annihilated her with pleasure.
“I thought you’d left me, thought you’d broken your word.” He grabbed her hair, twining it around his fist. “I would have followed you, Kereny. To heaven or hell and back. I would’ve burned down the entire fucking universe to find you.”
His dark confession only heightened her need. The emotion of their union was as explosive as everything else between them.
“You’re ready for all of me. My beast needs you so badly. It wants its mouth on you. Wants inside of you. It’ll tend you well.”
Then let it free. . . .
He removed the cuff, laying it aside. His body began to thrum, as if electric currents coursed through him, and his heartbeat thundered. She could see it palpitate in his chest and feel it in his shaft buried so deep inside her. As his muscles burgeoned, his fever-hot skin raged against her palms and within her core.
His beast grew clearer. It looked at her with utter possession, yet also with wonder. Could a beast be tender?
Between breaths, Munro grated, “It adores you. It’s never felt this way.”
She imagined him saying, I adore you; I’ve never felt this way. She feathered her fingers over his changing face.
He nuzzled her palm. “I feel everything it feels . . . or it feels everything I do . . . but this emotion is . . .”
He didn’t have to tell her. She could see it in his blue eyes.
Everything.
She moaned, no match for the intensity between them.
Yet then a beam of moonlight struck him directly, igniting his most brutal self. His fangs and claws lengthened even more, his body growing ever larger—until Munro was no longer at the fore.
Ren whimpered when the monstrous male loomed over her, with his long claws to grip her body, his fangs dripping to bite her flesh.
So terrifyingly beautiful.
The beast drew back his hips, leaving her empty. Then he seized her and turned her onto her hands and knees.
Oh! A moon-maddened monster knelt behind her exposed body. She’d never felt more vulnerable.
So why was she getting wetter?
He squeezed the curves of her backside, molding them, then he snatched her closer. Her breath hitched when he lined up his rigid erection to her entrance.
He impaled her, ripping a rapturous cry from her lungs. He began to buck against her, giving her no quarter. Their skin slapped, their sweat mingling. Her sobbing moans answered his groans.
Yet something was missing. —Receive his bite!—
Her beast listened to the Instinct, whipping her hair away to present her neck.
—Mark her.—
In an agony of lust, Munro gazed at the flesh Kereny’s beast had bared. Rocking on his shaft, she keened for his bite in the sultry light of the moon.
But would Kereny? Had she believed him when he’d told her it would be pleasurable?
Twice before he’d bitten her. Did he trust that a claiming bite would be different? Despite his age, he was virginal in this himself.
Hands clamped around her waist, he lowered his head to the tender skin of her neck. —Mark her forever!— He gave a savage growl . . .
And planted his fangs inside her.
His eyes shot wide when he felt her instantaneous orgasm, her scream of surrender filling his ears. Her channel pulsated along his length, as if to wrench his seed free. Her cunny wants it. Somehow, he denied that greedy grasp.
Never releasing his bite, he plunged into her writhing body as sensations inundated him. The scent of grass, sweat, and her luscious climax all swept him up. She’s mine now. I give Kereny her pleasures. Forever, mine.
She reached behind her to sink her claws into the backs of his thighs, whipping him until his hips pistoned, plowing his cock into her hungry sheath.
Unearthly pleasure. Hard fucking. Sex so hot they should be breathing flames.
He couldn’t speak his disbelief, could only snarl against her neck. Canna take more.