Kane wrapped her tight in his arms, bone crushingly so, keeping the position as he moved, walking with purpose away from his warriors.
He took her to their rooms and found the nest on her bed. It was massive, comprised of most of his dirty laundry. Sasha had found his clothing before it could be washed and brought it here, along with blankets he had ejaculated on in his sleep and pillowcases he had drooled on. If it smelled like Kane, she took possession of it and let no one touch it.
He was alternately purring and growling for her, pleased at the sight. She was too gone now to be embarrassed, too hungry and determined.
His rut had triggered her second estrous. Her claiming heat.
While clamped on his neck, she made sweet, needy little noises. Tension built in her abdomen, want a cramping, painful thing.
He tried to set her down. There was an instinctive protocol to a nest—the breeder invited the alpha in—but Sasha wouldn't release him. He was her nest; didn't he know that by now? He was shelter and safety, and she was not going to let him go.
"Come, Beauty, come. Show me what you have built for us. Show me where I will give you my seed," he coaxed with a rumble that stoked her desires.
Sasha loosened her hand from his hair, gave a demanding point to the bed, then tightened her hold and her teeth in him. She was worrying the flesh so much, there'd be a piece of it missing later.
Kane rumbled, all his aggression gone. She bathed him in her want, and in turn he covered her in a dribbling fount of pre-cum.
On his knees, he maneuvered them into her bed, him on his back, her on his chest. He inched and scooted, throaty groans escaping as the tormented flesh on his cock rubbed at the silky folds of her womanhood.
"Waited for you," he rumbled into her hair. "Mad for you, my Beauty. Fuckin’ insane for you."
Sasha unclenched her jaw. "Mine," she said with a growl.
"Yours, Beauty. Since the moment you ate from my hand. Yours."
Sasha cried. Tears of relief, of pleasure. She set her blood-touched lips against his, not knowing what to do next.
Kane showed her.
He kept one hand on her backside, cupping both cheeks with his large paw and pressing down while his own hips pressed up, working her pleasure. His other hand twisted her braid, two rolls of it into his fist until he pressed it at the back of her neck while his mouth opened over her—lips brushing, licking, tasting.
There was no technique to the wet joining of mouths. It was a battle to get as close as possible, taste and inhale as much as one could.
Sasha's tongue roamed over his incisors and brushed against his tongue while he growled and chased hers. Then he was kissing the corner of her lips and her chin, nipping and biting and owning.
Pleasure built between her thighs and in her belly while he rolled his hips, higher and higher, the intimate caresses making her wild. There was a sudden burst of sensation, and Sasha cried out with her first full orgasm.
He twisted their bodies so that now she was below and everything in her world was this giant beast of a man. "That's it, Beauty. That's my Beauty," he murmured into her mouth as she tried to catch her breath.
He bestowed more licks to her lips, her chin, and her neck. He released her braid and came around the front, holding the fragile column of her neck and meeting her eyes.
"My breeder girl. I am your choice, am I, sweetheart?" His growl was dangerous and threatening. His grip tightened just a bit. "Done waiting. You've marked me."
"Mine," she said, neck stretched above the clamp of his hand. Her hands wandered, touched, reached. Sasha wanted.
His chuckle was dark.
She was at his mercy, but still she would own him. A whimper came from her throat. She tried to get back to his mouth, but he mastered her with his hand on her neck, her lower body trapped under his.
"Taking you," he said. “Takin' everything now."
He captured her roaming hands, forced them above her head in one of his, and then lowered himself to feast on her. His mouth came to where his big hand had just been, sucking, biting. It hurt and felt good, each touch a bruise and mark, little nips that scraped her skin and scented the air with her blood.
Sasha's breeder need deepened. It all felt incredible. He took his time—tasting her skin, inhaling her along her shoulders, collar bone, the tops of her breasts—and the valley between.
When he took his hand away from hers, it was so he could knead and pinch at the breasts filling his big hands. When her arms slipped from where he’d left them, he barked out a command that made her jerk and orgasm.
"Stay or I'll tie you," he warned her before returning his attention to her chest, sucking her nipples without mercy. She suffered in aroused agony under his erotic assault.
