“Krystal.”
“You have only one name? Unusual, for a human.”
“Uh, Hinkley. Krystal Rose Hinkley. From Vermont.” Quite sure adding the last bit made me sound like a bumbling fool.
He lifted the small mating cuffs and locked the first one in place on my wrist. “Krystal Rose Hinkley of Vermont, I claim you as my mate. I claim Brody as my son. You are mine.”
The moment the second cuff was around my wrist, he shoved my dress to my waist and pulled my hips to the very edge of the counter. With a growl that made my pulse leap, he wedged his shoulders between my knees, yanked my black lace panties out of his way, and plunged his tongue into my pussy like he owned me.
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Iven
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My mate’s wet pussy juices coated my lips and tongue like the sweetest frosting. I licked and sucked. I couldn’t get enough. Would never get enough.
I pressed her soft thighs wide and feasted. Devoured her. My beast surged forward, ready to fuck. Claim. Mark her as his own.
I shoved him down with a brutality of purpose I had never felt before.
That fucker had tormented me for years. Raged inside my mind. Driven me half mad with mating fever. Turned my blood to acid in my veins. Made my thoughts spiral into the darkest depths, urged me to kill everyone around us, friend and foe alike.
The beast was madness. Pure, raw fury. A predator. A killer.
He didn’t fucking deserve the feast before us. The suppleness of her skin. The cries of pleasure in her throat.
She was mine. Mine first. Mine always.
MINE! The beast howled inside me. I crushed him under an anger not forged in flame, but ice-cold necessity. The will I’d needed to survive the beast and his instincts. Survive torture at the hands of the Hive.
Battle. I fight. You hide. The beast made his case. Tried to convince me of his worth.
I licked our mate’s sweet pussy and wrapped my hands around her plump ass, pulled her closer so I could shove my tongue deeper. Hear her moan. Sigh. Feel the tug of frantic feminine fingers in my hair. She’s mine.
NO!
His bellow of rage rang hollow in my soul as I pushed and tasted and teased my mate to the edge of release. She was panting. Squirming. So wet. Responsive. Ready for my cock. I’d fuck her until she screamed and fill her with my seed. Make her mine.
But she hadn’t said yes. Not yet. The beast was an animal. I was not.
I tore my mouth from her swollen pussy lips and looked up to see flushed cheeks, plump lips, and her eyes glazed over with desire.
So fucking kissable. Too many fucking clothes.
I pulled her lips to mine and shared the taste of her pussy. She was frantic, her lips moving against mine as if she would never get enough. Her hands worked the buttons along the front of her strange dress. Her hands shook. Progress was slow.
Perhaps I should simply rip the fabric from her body and put us both out of our misery. The human pants I wore did not expand around my engorged cock like Coalition armor did. The fabric squeezed me. Too tight. Restrictive.
“Please. Don’t stop.” She trailed a line of wet kisses over my jaw. Returned to my lips. “I’m so close.”
“You want my mouth on your pussy?”
“Yes.”
I slipped one hand to the back of her neck and wrapped her hair in my fist so I could tilt her head up. I wanted her looking at me as I rose to my feet. Her whimper made my cock jump. I leaned over to whisper against her cheek. “I’m going to fuck you, mate. Claim you. Fill you with my seed and make you scream.”
Her only response was to tremble, her gaze locked with mine.
