Kasias worked his dick in deep, long strokes. I panted, begged, moaned, and needed more.
And then it was right there. The pleasure. The intensity. “I’m going to come,” I gasped. It was like I couldn’t get enough, like there was no way for me to stop the climaxes from coming and coming and coming.
I was insatiable
He was feral.
I was wet and hot, swollen and needy, and I knew the only male to ever be able to satisfy me and my cravings with this one. My male.
Kasias.
I felt beads of his sweat fall from his body and land on my back. I wanted to be covered in it, in him. I wanted to be saturated in all things Kasias. His pheromones were in me, on me, but I wanted more. So. Much. More.
I gasped out when he reached around and found my clit, rubbing the already ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves, causing another series of aftershocks of pleasure to fill me. He pumped three more times and pulled out, but before disappointment could fill me, Kasias had me turned around and in his arms.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
His big palms curled around my ass, his thick cock jutting against my slit.
He strode to the bed at the same time his mouth latched onto the base of my neck. And once I was in the center of his massive bed, I sighed in pleasure. His huge body covered mine, his hand roughly pushing my knees apart so he could settle between them. He started moving against me then, not penetrating me, just sliding that thickness up and down my cleft.
I clawed at his back, knew there would be marks. But I knew he’d leave his brand on me, and I wanted the same thing for him.
He wasn’t gentle as he thrust back into me, and then he started moving harder and faster.
“God,” I cried out. “It’s so good.”
He growled and started biting my throat again gently. He thrust in and out of me, and the sound of my pussy sucking at his cock bombarded all my senses.
“Mate. My female,” he groaned. “It’s so fucking good.”
It was more than good. It was everything.
9
Penny
Kasias pulled back to look down at me. He was larger than life, aroused beyond belief, and all I could do was breathe, or try to remember how to.
His lips slowly curved into a grin, but there wasn’t anything humorous about the look. It was… feral. He was on me then, like a predator pouncing on his prey.
He gripped my legs with an iron hold and wrenched them open. A surprised, aroused sound left me, and I gripped the sheets beneath me, curling my nails into the soft material, smelling nothing but the wild, woodsy scent of Kasias.
The monstrous dick that rose from between his thighs looked like it could do some serious damage, split me in two, but God I’d never wanted to be destroyed as much as I did right then. I flicked my gaze from that third limb to his face and saw him looking at me right between the thighs.
His massive chest rose and fell from the force of his breathing, his mouth slightly parted, his canines visible as they pressed to his bottom lip. The sting of pain from his claws digging into my flesh had my pleasure increasing.
“Penny,” he moaned. “I’m going to tear you up, just eat you alive until there’s nothing left, little mate.” He snarled, snapped his teeth, showed me exactly how very animal he was right now. “I’m going to fuck the mating heat right out of you.”
Oh. My. God.
I clenched my hands even tighter in the sheets. A tingling sensation traveled throughout my whole body at his sandpaper voice. His animalistic masculinity was something to be rivaled, and his fierce, strong, and intimidating presence made me feel like his prey.
The corded muscle and tendons that were laced and bulging right underneath his golden flesh had the urge to claw at him fill me in the most desperate way.
The thick crest of his cock pressed against the entrance of my pussy once more. He held my gaze for a suspended moment before slamming into me with so much force I slid up the bed. A shocked cry left me on its own, yet it wasn’t one that was meant to stop this, but one that was a plea for it harder, rougher… for him to fill me impossibly more.
Everything around me faded until there was only this one moment.
He pulled back, and I lifted up slightly, looking at his cock, which was glossy from my pussy cream and streaked with my virgin blood. My thighs were glossy, tinged in pink, the combination of all our fluids so damn hot I couldn’t even breathe.
He pushed into me and pulled back out over and over again, and there was no way I could look away from the very erotic sight.
My arms shook, and my breath left me in uneven gasps. I knew he was losing control by the way his body seemed to get harder, tighter, by the way his breathing was frantic.
And then there was his polar bear. As he looked right in my eyes, I saw that animal flash across his visage. His beast stared at me… wanted me.
I could almost hear what his animal roared out.
“You’re ours.”
“You’re mine as much as you’re his.”
And as I watched his animal take a little more control, a little more dominance, that’s when he really started fucking me.
Kasias placed his hand on my hip, his claws puncturing my flesh until I hissed out in pleasure and pain. He made a low, deep growly noise, pulled out of me, and then lowered his face to my hips, stroking his tongue over the small wounds. His mouth was warm, his saliva filled with his pheromones. It moved into my bloodstream, and I grew high from the sensation. He was so gentle—intimate—as he licked at those wounds. It was a show of his ownership, of our mating.
I wanted to rub myself all over him like the cat in heat that I was.
“Pull your pussy lips apart, let me see all that pink, wet, perfection as I keep feeding you my cock.”
The air left me so hard I grew dizzy but reached down and did what he wanted—what I wanted to do.
His cock then stretched me so wide, so much that I didn’t think it was even possible, but here I was, filled to the max with all of Kasias’s cock, and still I wanted more. I pulled my lips apart, and he rewarded me with a satisfied sound. His focus was on my cunt, where he fucked me, the wet, sloppy sounds we made together filling the room. All I could feel, hear, smell was us.
He seemed so big above me, pumping into my body like he owned it, like I was made just. For. Him.
I was. I am. The same as he is made for me.
“More,” he seemed to growl to himself right before he pushed my knees to my chest, sinking deeper inside me. He slammed in and out with so much power my orgasm exploded through me, blindsiding me and having me cry out so loud my ears rang.
“Christ,” he gritted out. “That’s it. Milk my fucking cock, baby. Take that cum you need.”
Over and over, he slid in and out of me, drawing out my orgasm until I was crying, my hot, salty tears tracking down my cheeks uncontrollably.
I thrashed my head on the bed, not knowing if I’d ever come down from the high.
His sweat dripped onto my bouncing breasts, mixing with my own, seeping into my body.
Once.
Twice.
And on the third forceful thrust, he buried himself deep in my body. His big balls slapped against my ass as he emptied himself in me, gave me what I so desperately needed.
I gasped, cried out as I felt his seed take root in me, coat every available inch, ease me… cooled me. It was the most incredible feeling.