The first lash of his tongue sent her head back with a cry of desperation. Her claws dug into his loose hair as he began to work her expertly. Otto sucked, licked, kissed, and nipped with the fervor of a man whose singular purpose was his mate’s pleasure.
When he felt she was close, he gave her more. Otto had trained her body well. She had no trouble accepting the three thick fingers he thrust inside of her. The stretch was all pleasure even when it burned. Not so long ago she would have balked at even one, but after seeing his cock, she was grateful he’d taken the time to teach her body how to take him.
The stretch would always be shocking, but now she craved it. More often than not, Josephine’s climaxes came from the feeling of his fingers curling inside her, pumping ruthlessly as he demanded her orgasm again and again.
The bowstring of tension snapped.
A short, hard orgasm burst through her, tightening her muscles around those thrusting fingers and arching her spine until her hips left the rug completely.
She’d barely begun to come down from the precipice when Otto lurched over her. Josephine opened her eyes just as he pinned her down with his weight. Their gazes locked as he hooked one of her thighs over his hip.
“Brace yourself,kone,”he ground out, the words barely intelligible.
Josephine wrapped her arms around him to dig her claws into the taut muscle of his backside. “Give it to me, mate.”
His head dropped. Their kiss was searing, deep, full of relief and fierce longing. His tongue slid against hers as one hand moved between their bodies. Something hot and blunt nudged her core. It felt enormous. A sliver of apprehension tightened the muscles along her spine before Josephine recalled that she’d had that same cock on her tongue, even down her throat. If she could manage that, surely she could withstand the bludgeoning of her cunt.
He pressed forward. Her body, open as it was, still found a way to resist him.
Josephine hissed against his swollen lips but did not back down from the challenge. Spreading the leg not wrapped around his hip even farther, she rolled into him.
“Easy,” he barked, punishing her with a nip. Meeting his feverish gaze fearlessly, she bit him back.
It snapped whatever tethered him to his restraint.
Otto’s hips pushed forward with enough force to drive her a few inches up the rug. Josephine gasped because she did not have the breath to howl.Good gods,she thought, eyes watering,if this hurts so badly, how in the world do women have babies?
There was a moment of complete stillness as he settled within her, their hips flush. As the pain began to recede, she swore she could feel his heartbeat, every fine tremor of his powerful body, every twitch. The discomfort was quickly smothered by a feeling of exquisite connection.
For those few moments, they shared every breath. Their lips moved slowly over one another’s, simplyfeeling,luxuriating.
Slowly, Otto drew his hips back. There was a definite sting, but it paled in comparison to that first tearing thrust. Josephine breathed out and stared up into his tight features with the utmost trust. He would take care of her. He would make it feel good. He always did.
Gradually, he picked up his pace. Her nerves came alive again with every drag, every hard, possessive thrust. It was as if he lit a spark inside her with each determined roll of his hips.
All the while, he watched her.
Those golden shifter eyes, the ones she’d found so terrifying in the dark of the cell, gleamed like polished coins in the firelight. He watched her like he wished to devour her. A wild look that bordered on pain tightened his features when she began to rock her hips into his thrusts, her hands smoothing up the slope of his back.
She loved to watch him, too. The way his body moved was a work of art, each muscle flexing and relaxing with his rhythm. She found the way his brows drew together and how he sucked his lip between his teeth fascinating. And when he began to thrust in earnest, she watched a savage cast descend on his beloved features with the deepest satisfaction.
Her mate was fierce. He was powerful. He adored her. His body, his heart, and soon his soul would belong to her as well.
A sense of incredible power overtook her as their bodies slapped together. Wet sounds filled the tiny cabin, and Otto had to brace a hand under her neck and shoulders to keep her from being thrust up the rug and into the glowing hearth, but she loved every second of it.
In this moment, she waseverythingto him. He was everything to her. They were perfectly equal as they took and received pleasure.
Josephine cupped his cheeks and brought his head down to whisper against his mouth, “Every day, Otto. I want thisevery day.”
He hissed out a curse, his rhythm stuttering. Then he redoubled his efforts, his hips snapping and retreating with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs. “Yes.Yes.”
He tangled his fist in her unbound hair. Turning her head to one side, he lowered his mouth to the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
Josephine held her breath, expecting a bite. It didn’t come right away. Instead, his fingers left her hair in favor of sneaking between them. He rubbed her roughly, giving no quarter as he demanded, “Come for me,kone.”
She was sensitive from her previous orgasm, overwhelmed by his rapid, powerful strokes. When he gave her a swift pinch, she shattered with a silent scream, her neck bowing.
Sharp pain in her shoulder bled into a euphoria so complete, she could not feel her fingers or toes. Josephine drifted as a wave of raw magic rolled through her. It was bubbling, animalistic, and greeted by her beast with a howl of pure delight.
