My beast wanted to watch me? Naked?
He leaned against the back wall, his gaze locked on me like laser beams. His heated gaze wandered over every bit of my body as I cleaned my face and washed my hair with my favorite coconut scented shampoo.
Ready to rinse, I leaned my head back into the stream. My breasts thrust forward.
Large hands wrapped around my hips. His lips closed over one nipple, sucked the flesh deep into his mouth, played the hard peak with his tongue. Switched sides.
Hot water flowed over my head and down my back. I closed my eyes as he backed me up, through the water, and bent down until his head was directly under the hot spray. Dust, debris and blood washed away, leaving the brutally handsome face of my beast staring at me like he wanted to devour me, taste me, own me.
“Kai.” I reached through the water to trace his bottom lip with my thumb. He grabbed my wrist and turned his head to place a kiss on the mating cuff I wore. A shiver raced through me, emotions welled up, demanded release. Tears gathered in my eyes, burned the back of my throat even though I knew he wouldn’t be able to see them.
“Mine.”
Kai pulled me to him, my small frame pressed to his much larger frame. His hands roamed my back, explored the curve of my ass and thighs, returned to tunnel under my wet hair and cup the back of my head.
He picked me up and fused our lips, his tongue aggressive, pushing into my mouth as if he might die if he couldn’t devour me. I had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from his desire, his need. I wrapped my arms around his head and kissed him back, hard. Deep. If he wanted an animal, I could give him one. His left hand massaged my ass as he held me. His right cupped my head, turned my face, kept me immobile and open for his kiss. His claiming.
With a growl that made my pussy clench, he pivoted and pressed my back to the shower’s cold, tile wall. Tearing his mouth from mine, he held me pinned to the wall with the weight of his body, his hands now wrapped around my thighs, as he kissed his way from my lips to neck, shoulder to breasts. Abdomen. Inner thighs.
His tongue dove deep, plunged into my hot, wet pussy with a tease of what I wanted. Needed.
Him. Inside me. Driving into me. His cock stretching me wide, filling me up. Making me his. I was tired of being alone. Scared. Broke. Helpless in this world, exhausted by the never-ending struggle to survive.
I tried to move, to shift my hips, to force him deeper. With a growl that warned me to stay put, his hands tightened around my thighs as he feasted, tongue moving in and out, fucking me. Teasing me.
When my fingers ached from pulling on his hair, when my body was a jagged, desperate, frantic, panting mess, he closed his lips over my clit and sucked, rubbed his tongue over the sensitive nub faster and faster until I exploded, my orgasm like an electric shock jolting me from head to toe, muscle after muscle. The spasms spread from my core in a wave. The shocked cry torn from my throat was a sound I’d never heard before, never dreamed I could make.
He wrecked me.
Still shaking, I didn’t protest when he stepped forward, placed the tip of his cock against my pussy and thrust deep.
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Kai
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Her sweet pussy juices coated my tongue. The sound of her scream, her pleasure, would forever be etched into my mind.
She was hot and wet. I thrust inside her, the swollen walls of her pussy wrapped around my cock like a molten metal vice.
Agony and ecstasy. Pleasure and pain. Her wet skin combined with the scent of her shampoo to drive me to the brink of madness.
My beast was lost to bliss. To her taste. Her softness. The feel of her body accepting us, claiming us. Our mate accepted our claim, deemed us worthy.
The mental war I’d been fighting with my beast the last few years, the constant struggle to maintain control, the despair he carried, his pain simply dissipated as if it had never existed. The mating cuffs were heavy on our wrists, solid reminders that we belonged to this female, would dedicate our life to serving and protecting her. We had purpose again. Something to live for, die for, kill for.
“Mate. Mine.” The words were more growl than speech. Larkspur didn’t seem to mind.
“Yes. God, yes. Fuck me.” She lifted her hands over her head and arched her back, exposing herself in complete surrender.
My beast could not be reasoned with. He took what she offered and lifted one hand to lock her arms in place over her head, held her in place as we pumped our hips, slid in and out of her hot, tight pussy, fucked her with a single-minded, obsessive lust I knew would never fade, never change, never cease to drive me half-mad.
Gods be damned, she was fucking perfect. Everything about her from her dark brown hair to the light scent of coconut in her shampoo. Her sharp mind. The compassion and gentleness she’d shown when exhausted, frightened and covered in the blood of our enemies. She’d been courageous, not breaking down after the Hive attack. She’d been unimpressed with the human agent, Jennifer, and remained calm in a vehicle full of warlords fresh from battle.
She was fucking amazing. Perfect. Beautiful. Spirited. Intelligent.
“Mine.” The beast and I were in accord. This female was ours now. Claimed. Fucked. Marked. Taken. None would hurt her, threaten her, or take her from us. This obsession, the devotion from my beast, was absolute. Instinctive. Primal. Anyone or anything that posed a threat to her would be eliminated. She. Was. Mine.
