She gasps. I snarl.
And then—I ruin her.
The cavern echoes with the sounds of our mating—rough, primal, unrestrained. There is no hesitation, no holding back. She asked for my wildest and she will have it. And by the time I am done, she will never doubt who she belongs to again.
She shudders and lets out a low moan as her body welcomes me, stretches around me. Perfect, tight,mine.
I don’t start slow. I fuck her open. The cavern shakes with the force of our mating. The sound of skin slapping, the wet, obscene drag of my cock inside her, her cries, my growls. A perfect symphony of sound and heat and primal claiming. The sound of us.
Dahlia
I am undone.
This is what I had wanted. For him to mate me in his full beast form, no holding back. I spread my knees wider and brace myself on my arms. No amount of foreplay could have prepared me for the onslaught that is Eryon in full beast form.
Every inch of him stretches me to the breaking point, burning and blissful and so, so much. He grips my hips, holding me still, forcing me to take all of him.
Every nerve ignites, pleasure streaking through my body like wildfire. I sob his name, shaking, overwhelmed, as he pumps his hips, long strokes that explore every inch inside my tight heat.
He feels twice as large as the last time. Thicker. Longer. Every pulsating vein, every ridge is an exquisite texture sliding over my sensitized nerve endings. My own harsh pants echo in my ears.
He bottoms out against my cervix, but I know I still haven’t taken all of him. He wraps his arms around my body and holds me suspended in front of him, managing to caress my breasts with one hand while the other applies pressure to my belly and clit.
All I can do is take his cock as he pushes in further after every retreat. I feel my stomach moving with his member, andpleasure begins to swell within me. His shaggy soft hair envelops me, his body curled around mine.
I imagine when we must look like—a great beast rutting into a helpless female—and the taboo thought pushes me further into dark decadence. Pure animalistic pleasure.
Everything blurs into sensation and heat. I can feel him warm even more around me and within me, the large veins that line his impressive cock pulsing, enlarging. Sweat drips off my body just as the arousal drips from between my thighs. The caves echo with our shared cries of pleasure.
“Mine,” he growls against my neck, his grip tightening on my hips.
“Yes,” I whisper, voice raw and wrecked.
He pulls back, then slams forward, driving me across the cave floor, filling me, wrecking me. Small pinpricks of pain flare on my knees as they drag over the rough stone, a small pebble lodged beneath, but they are no more than an afterthought as I’m consumed by Eryon.
“Say it.” His voice is rough, desperate.
I know he needs this. Needsme.
And I? I need him.
Writhing and clawing at the ground, I gasp, “Eryon, I’m yours. Always.”
I cannot stop the whine that falls from my lips as he abruptly pulls out of me, only to moan in surrender as he flips me over and thrusts impossibly deeper. With his great arms wrapped around me, all I feel is Eryon.
He holds me so tight to his body I don’t even touch the cold stone floor. Those silver eyes that haunted me across continents stare into mine with the brilliance of a million galaxies, luminous in the darkness. Each long thrust drags against every nerve ending that is on fire. Each slam of his hips into mine rubs his thick textured curls over my clit in a delicious counter point.
A low growl starts, vibrating from his chest against my skin. It picks up in volume until his whole body is consumed with it, vibrating against me. I am surrounded and filled by his heat, his touch. His love. I feel it in every movement, every breath, every beat of my heart. And I know, I am ready.
On instinct, I let my head fall back, exposing my throat in both offer and surrender. I hold his stare and watch as his body shudders. His rhythm falters. I watch the icy grey of his eyes turn to molten quicksilver.
And then—hebreaks.
Eryon
She gives herself to me, completely, irrevocably. When she drops her head to expose the creamy column of her throat to me, I come undone.
She is everything. The spring to my eternal winter. The sunrise in my endless night. My salvation. My mate.
