"Beautiful," I growled, the word rumbling from my beast’s chest like thunder. "Mine."
I freed myself from my own clothing with hands that shook—trembling not with weakness but with the effort of restraint. My cock sprang free, heavy and hard and throbbing with a need that bordered on pain. The cool air of the apartment kissed my overheated skin, but I barely noticed.
All my attention was on her.
The beast’s need burned in my blood, nearly as strong as the fire of mating fever.
She was wet—I could smell her arousal, sharp and sweet and intoxicating, driving me toward the edge of control—but I needed more. Needed to feel it, taste it, confirm with my own senses that she wanted this as desperately as I did.
"Mate?" I demanded. I sheathed my claws so my fingers could press into her wet pussy, testing, teasing, gathering the evidence of her desire.
"Yes," she gasped, her head falling back against the wall, her hips rolling into my touch. "Yes, Egon, please?—"
Fuck.
My beast did not want to wait. I positioned her center over my hard cock. I thrust.
She sobbed. Her hands in my hair. Pulling me closer. Demanding more.
The heat of her surrounded me, gripped me, welcomed me home. I bottomed out inside her with a groan that seemed to come from the very foundation of my being, every inch of my throbbing length buried in her welcoming heat. She surrounded me completely—tight, hot, perfect. Made for me. Created by whatever forces governed the universe to be my mate, my match, my other half.
"Perfect," I growled, the word vibrating with the force of my satisfaction.
My hips stilling despite every instinct screaming at me to move, to take, to claim. I gave her a moment to adjust, to breathe, to accept the invasion of my body into hers.
"Egon," she panted, her nails scoring my shoulders hard enough to draw blood. The pain was exquisite, grounding, real. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I moved.
Hard. Fast. Primal.
The wall shook with the force of my thrusts. Pictures fell from their hooks. The water stain on the ceiling seemed to pulse with the rhythm of our joining.
"Mine," I growled with every stroke. "Mine. Mine. Mine."
"Yours," she sobbed, her head falling back against the wall. "Always yours. Forever yours."
The beast purred in satisfaction.
I adjusted my angle, finding that spot inside her, the one that made her gasp and moan and claw at my back. I pressed against it, again and again, relentless, demanding.
"Come.” The beast commanded his female. Needing to watch her fall apart in his arms. Surrender completely. Give him everything. "Now."
She shattered.
Her orgasm crashed through her with enough force to arch her back off the wall, her inner muscles clamping down on me in rhythmic pulses that tore a roar from my throat.
I did not stop.
The beast was not satisfied.
I braced my hands on her inner thighs. Spread her legs wide. Plunged back into her heat.
"Again," I demanded. "Give me again."
"Egon—" she gasped, her eyes glazed, her body trembling. "I can't?—"
"Can." I arched my back body, rubbed her engorged clit, stroked her in time with my thrusts. "Come. Now."
