Page 61 of Carnage Island


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Which I suppose makes Tieran my mate now.Does that mean he’ll slaughter me when he’s done?I wonder idly, a hint of fear caressing my mind. But it’s there and gone in a second as he sends me tumbling to oblivion for a fourth time.

Or maybe it’s all the same orgasm.

I’m losing track of time and space.

All I know is that I crave his heat. I need him to calm my beating heart. I need his essence. “Tieran,” I breathe.

“I know,” he says, crawling over me again. “I know, Clove.”

Does he, though? Does he realize how badly I burn? How much this hurts?

His cock slides through my dampness, drawing another of those foreign sounds from my throat. I sound like I’m dying. Fuck, I feel like I’m dying.

Tieran’s thick head nudges my entrance, drawing me back just long enough to inspire a deep-seated worry inside.

Only to scream in the next instance as he thrusts inside.

The bastard just split me wide open.

Speared me with his cock!

Is this how his previous mate died? Is this how he destroyed her?

Tears flood my vision, but his lips are suddenly on mine, his purr a rumble in his chest that has my wolf sighing inside.

It’s so confusing.

It’s… it’s…

I start to pant.

Because he’s… he’s moving.

And now.

Oh, moons.

It’s a slow shift of his hips that should shoot agony through my limbs, but all I feel is heat. Blissful, amazing,heat.

I arch into him, taking him impossibly deeper.

It’s not enough.

I want more.

I want his power.

I want the Alpha to fuck me.

But he’s kissing me, his tongue a benediction against mine, his body a brand searing my very being. I bite his tongue, demanding his focus. “More,” I growl.

He chuckles. “You’ll get what I give you, little one.”

Thatis not good enough.

And I tell him that with my nails, dragging them down his back as I pump my hips up to meet his.

He growls a little, but his gaze holds a note of amusement. “Still trying to top me, hmm?” He catches my lip between his teeth and bites down hard, drawing blood. “I’m Alpha, baby.” He drives his hips forward to punctuate his point. “I’m the one with the knot you need.” He licks the blood from my lip, a soft rumble following from his mouth. “You’ll submit.”