“Knew it would be good.” She bites her lip, her hips levering up to take more of me, if there were any more to take. I’m glad, because next time I’ll give her more. I’ll give her as much as she can handle.
“Look at you, starving for my cock,” I tease. “How did you live without it for so long?”
She giggles, her free hand roaming over my chest. “I made do with poor substitutes.”
“Oh, I know,” I growl, remembering the sucker-punch of lust that hit me when I saw her toys in the dishwasher. She laughs again, her core squeezing me, and I can’t wait any longer. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I let myself off the leash. Let my feral needs surge. I rut into her with efficient strokes that have one all-encompassing purpose: to claim her, seed her, and make her mine. And Cari takes every one, her cheeks reddening and pupils darkening, mouth going slack with pleasure.
Gods, it’s too much for me, even if it’s not for her.
My balls tighten, threatening to end this. I’m dying to come, every instinct in me to fill her up, but I want her to come again first. I want to feel her squeeze around me and lose herself completely.
“Think you can come on my cock, sunflower? Do you have another one in you?”
“Yeah,” she pants, breath short.
Her pussy clenches around my cock like a hot, wet fist, and I can feel her climbing closer and closer, chasing her peak. Iwant it. I need it. My feral form is roaring for it, demanding her satisfaction.
She reaches down, wedging her hand between us to rub her clit. Her walls tighten even more, and she moans, her heels digging into the back of my thighs. I don’t stop, I can’t. She feels so good that I’m afraid to lose her. Afraid she might slip through my fingers still.
Her eyes lock onto mine, and I see the question in them, the need for permission to let go. I curl down to kiss her, licking into her mouth. That’s all it takes; she clings to me, shattering, her pussy clamping down around my cock, milking me as I swallow her scream.
Her pulses set me off immediately, my rhythm turning jerky and desperate as I’m overwhelmed by my own orgasm. Gods, gods, this is my mate. My alokoi. My everything. With white-hot bursts, my seed spills into her, filling her up until she overflows.
As it should be. As it will be, always.
I pull out and watch with satisfaction as my cum pours out of her and pools, adding to the wet spot on the sheets. The beast inside of me is satisfied, but I’m not. I want more of Cari, all of her, every part of her. And she knows it. She looks up at me, her eyes glazed, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.
“Again?” I growl, my cock already swelling, and she nods, her legs falling open in silent invitation. “No words left, huh, pretty girl?”
She shakes her head, a soft smile quirking one side of her mouth.
This time, I take it slow, savoring every sensation as I sink back into her. She’s even softer now, more pliant, her body still shivering with the aftershocks. I lean down and kiss her again since she liked it so much the last time, my tongue delving into her mouth as my cock delves into her pussy. She tastes like me, like us, and I want to devour her whole.
She moans into the kiss, arching up to meet me, her hips rolling in an involuntary plea.
I give her what she’s asking for, sliding in and out of her with long, languid strokes that make her whimper. Her free hand clutches at my shoulder, her nails digging into my scales.
Our kiss deepens, our tongues tangling as we move together, our bodies in perfect sync. She’s mine. Finally, utterly, completely mine. And the knowledge fills me with a fierce, possessive pride.
“I’m gonna—” she whispers in between kisses.
I pull back slightly, needing to see her face as she comes again. Her eyes squeeze shut, her mouth open in a silent scream, her body taut with pleasure.
My feral form roars with victory, and I can’t stop him this time—he forces the half-shift through. Cari gasps as my cock grows even larger inside her, the deeper ridges of its new form rubbing her interior walls, my lower cock sliding against the crack of her ass. But she doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t flinch. Instead, she wraps her legs around my waist, urging me closer, deeper.
Her body stretches effortlessly to accommodate the new shape, and when she squeezes me with her internal muscles, both my cocks come in pulses so powerful, they’re almost painful. They go on and on, wracking my muscles as I struggle to keep my weight off her.
Finally, when I’m drained and breathless, I start to roll off.
Her arm hooks around my neck. “Not letting you go,” she mumbles.
I kiss her tenderly, running my claws through her short, silky hair that’s still styled with my cum. “We need to clean up. I don’t want you lying in a puddle.”
Her little feet dig into me a little deeper, fingers squeezing mine. “No. Don’t wanna move.”
I huff a laugh. “I thought I fucked all the brat out of you earlier.”
