Page 168 of Tamed By Her Touch

“Come on, Lissa’ra—come all the way down. Let me feel that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock,” he rumbled.

“I…I’m trying,” Clair moaned. “You’re so…so big.”

“And you’re so tight.” His red eyes were lazy with lust. “Love to feel you taking me, baby—love to feel your sweet cunt sucking on my cock.”

Clair bit her lip and kept going. She was determined to take everything but his mating fist—that was a step too far, she told herself. Even with his compounds helping her stretch, she didn’t think she could take that fist-sized knot of flesh into her pussy.

Somehow, miraculously, she took him—all but the Fist, until her hips met his, and she was fully seated, stuffed to the point of pain bordering on pleasure.

“Fuck,” Kaelus breathed beneath her, his eyes glowing like hot coals. “Look at you. Taking all of me like a good little girl. My perfect, tight little cunt, stretched wide open for my cock.”

His crude words were a dark counterpoint to the overwhelming physical connection between them. Part of Clair couldn’t believe she was sitting here in her grumpy lab partner’s lap with his cock deep inside her as she prepared to fuck him, but another, larger part realized there was no going back now. She braced her hands on his chest and began to move.

She rose up, the friction exquisitely intense, then sank back down, taking him deep. She did it again…and then again.

“That’s right, Lissa’ra,” Kael growled, his red eyes burning into hers. “Fuck yourself on me! Fuck yourself on my cock until I come deep in that pretty little pussy of yours.”

Clair did as he ordered, bracing herself on his broad shoulders and rolling her hips. Somehow she found a rhythm—a slow, grinding ride that sent sparks of sensation through her entire body. All the while, Kaelus kept talking—telling her the dirtiest things she’d ever heard.

“Gonna fuck you harder than that,” he promised, his hips bucking up to meet her downward stroke, driving a gasp from her lips. “Gonna bend you over and pound that sweet ass too. Gonna fill every hole you have. Mark you inside and out. Make you drip with my cum for days.”

Clair couldn’t answer—she was too busy moaning as she impaled herself over and over on his thickness.

She could feel the base of his shaft—the pronounced ridge of what the Kindred called the mating fist or bonding knot—bumping against her entrance with every descent. It was much thicker than the rest of his shaft—a final barrier she knew, instinctively, she could not cross.

But despite her certainty that she couldn’t take the knot, she was getting surprisingly close. The friction coupled with Kaelus’s hot, dirty words in her ear and the sheer reckless danger of it all was winding the coil of her pleasure tight once more. She rode him faster, her moans joining his growls.

“Look at us!” Kaelus commanded. “Open your eyes and look at my cock in your pussy, Lissa’ra.”

Somehow, Clair found she couldn’t disobey. She looked down and gasped as she watched the thick pole of flesh, glistening with her juices, sliding in and out of her tight-stretched pussy. God, she never would have believed she could take something so big inside her and yet she didn’t want to stop

“That’s it… ride my cock. Make yourself come on it. I wanna feel that tight little pussy milk me when I shoot my load balls-deep inside you,” Kaelus growled.

“I…I’m trying…I’m close!” Clair moaned. She was grinding against him with every downward thrust, riding him as if her life depended on it. Her clit was throbbing and the huge cock inside her was pressing her G-spot with every movement.

And then—just as the first flutters of her climax began to dance at the edges of her senses, there was the screeching sound of tearing metal and then a final, deafening SNAP.

Clair’s eyes, which had been slitted in pleasure, flew wide. Kaelus’s right arm was free! There was another screech and SNAP and his left arm was free as well! God, he must have been working on breaking the manacles the whole time she was impaling herself on him, Clair thought dimly. And now he was free!

Free with the Savage Syndrome virus still running through his blood.

Before she could even process the horror, his big hands shot out and clamped viselike around her waist. His eyes blazed with triumphant, feral lust as he stared down at her.

“Mine,” he growled. “Mine, Lissa’ra and now I’m going to fuck you deep.”

With irresistible strength, he slammed her down onto him, hard. At the same time, he thrust upwards with a powerful surge of his hips.

“Kaelus!” Clair gasped as the thick, bulbous ridge of his mating fist breached her, popping past her resisting entrance in one brutal, stunning invasion.

And then he slammed home inside her and she screamed.

Not in pain—though there was a deep, shocking stretch. No, it was a scream of overwhelmed sensation—of total, complete penetration. She was his now, Clair understood—she belonged to the big Kindred, and he wouldn’t let her go until he was done with her.

As if to emphasize that point, his knot swelled instantly inside her—locking them together—stretching her inner walls even further and anchoring him to her in a way that felt primitive and absolute.

“Kaelus…” She sobbed his name like a prayer, but he held her there, impaled and knotted, both hands wrapped around her hips, holding her down.

“Told you I’d tie you to me,” he rasped, his voice thick with victory. Then he began to rock his hips, thrusting in and out of her, holding her in place so he could fuck as deeply into her as he wanted. And all the while, his knot held him in her, tying them together. Clair could feel the head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb with each brutal thrust.