“Yes,” I panted.
“You are mine.”
“Yes.”
He nipped at my throat once more before he placed me on the bed. I heaved up toward him, reaching for his pants, but he shoved me back down with a wicked grin.
King Athon unleashed his claws.
My clothing flew in every direction as he ripped my finery to shreds. Strips of satin and lace surrounded me on the bed…and he groaned in appreciation at my naked body.
I lifted my right bare foot, pressed it against his chest that was painted in blood, and quirked an eyebrow. My toes curled down into his skin. “I very much need you not to be wearing anything, too.”
King Athon chuckled deeply.
Slowly, he removed his clothing.
His eyes never left mine. And I panted.
I breathed in his scent and burned for his body.
“Mine,” I snarled. Fire flashed in my eyes.
“Yours.” His smile was white and brutal as he hoisted himself up onto his bed. “And I need you on your hands and knees, elf.”
“You are such a beast.” I rolled over and did as he’d suggested, arching my back to lift my ass into the air. I would not say no this time;nothingwas stopping me from having him inside me. Glancing over my shoulder, I bared my fangs at him and used his own words. “Are you enjoying the view, shifter?”
King Athonsnarledand released his tiger fangs. His muscles bunched under his orange, black, and white skin, and he walked closer on his knees.Closer.He knocked my legs apart and pressed his massive, hard cock against my soaking flesh that had been ready for him for hours.
I dropped my head forward and stared down at his bed, breathing in deeply and trembling. “Please.”
My soul mate did not torture me—or himself. Hegrowledand placed his cockhead at my entrance then grabbed my hips.
With one swift, powerful thrust he breached my opening.
Ishoutedin pleasure and gripped the blanket beneath my body brutally, immediate relief flooding my veins. “More, shifter. I need more.”
King Athon pulled his hips back and slammed all the way inside me, hissnarlrending the air. He swiftly lowered over me with one hand on the bed, keeping his other gripping my right hip tightly.
Then…he sank his long fangs deep into my shoulder.
I grunted in shock—and pain. I blinked once. Twice. Then I shouted furiously, “Unfucking believable, asshole! I cannot believe how much of a bastard you are!” I wiggled inside his brutal hold. “Iwillbe biting you later!”
He chuckled darkly against my skin, his tongue playing along my bleeding flesh, the tiger toying with me.
I inhaled heavily, gradually—and grudgingly—accepting the pain into my body. “Make this bloody spectacular, or I will cut off your fingers. Your toes. And your hair.”
King Athon groaned quietly and pulled his hips back. He plunged his long, thick cock back through my tight channel, and started a ruthless rhythm. His fangs bit harder and held me in place, and he thrust and thrust and thrust.
My soul mate punished the Fae fuck out of my cunt.
And I loved it.
I dug my fingers into the bed harder and lifted my ass higher. “Fae, yes.” I arched my head back, rubbing my cheek against his and holding my face there, opening my legs wider. Breathlessly, I panted, “Give everything to me, shifter. I need it.”
King Athongrowledfiercely and pounded into me.
The sounds of our bodies meeting smacked the air.
