Page 107 of The Hunter

Fucking mine.

Telok snarled as he rutted her. His claws and legs tore up the ground around them. Her gasps, moans, and pleas mixed with his grunts and growls. He could feel her slit squeezing tighter around his cock, could feel her getting wetter and wetter, could hear the slap of her soft flesh against his hide. And he could not get enough.

He’d craved this female with every thread of his being for so long, and that craving would never be satiated.

Lacey ran her hands down his chest and abdomen, scoring him with her blunt nails, and he hissed at the embers of pleasure-pain crackling across his hide.

“Telok…” she moaned, voice strained. “Oh please, don’t stop.”

“Never.”

He never wanted to stop. Never wanted this feeling to end, never wanted to be apart from her. How had he resisted this for so long? That unseen tether connecting them could never have been denied.

Telok closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Fire blazed in him, spreading heat through his body, stoked higher with every thrust. He took Lacey mercilessly, savagely, ravenously, but only sounds of pleasure escaped her lips. She was not vrix, but she was perfect—she had been shaped for him, bound to him by the threads of fate.

And her body was wringing pleasure from him beyond imagining.

Opening his eyes, he looked down at his mate. Her hair was bright red against the green ferns and moss, her brows were pinched, and her lips, swollen from his kisses, were parted with her panting breaths. Her pale skin, dusted with all those tiny freckles, was flushed and glistening with sweat.

She was radiant. Beautiful.

His gaze fell upon her shoulder and neck.

She is mine.

Parting his jaw, Telok snapped his head down and clamped his fangs onto her flesh.

Lacey screamed. Her hands flew up to clutch his hair, holding his mouth against her shoulder. He growled as he tasted the tang of blood on his tongue. Whimpering moans tore from her throat with his continued pounding thrusts into her soft body.

And then she tensed, releasing a strangled cry as her pussy contracted around his stem. Liquid heat gushed from her, coating his cock, squelching with his thrusts. The sensations were staggering.

The flames within him swept through his mind, scorching all his thoughts to ash until only Lacey and what she was making him feel remained.

He was undone.

Withdrawing his fangs, Telok raised his head and clutched her hips. Holding her firm, he growled and thrust forward once more, plunging his cock deep and forcing his knot inside her. Her slit stretched and cinched around him.

His body went taut as the pressure within him burst. Rapture engulfed him. His knot swelled, his stem vibrated, and his tendrils unfurled, fluttering as his seed spilled inside his mate. He trembled as the sensations lashed him. They were vicious, overwhelming, consuming…euphoric.

Lacey gasped. “Are those… Is that what those feel like? Oh, oh fuck. Telok!”

Her back arched, her thighs clutched his waist, and her pussy clenched and quivered around his stem as she reached another peak with a series of breathy cries.

Trembling, Telok wrapped his lower arms around his mate and gathered her against him. Seed erupted from his cock again, and a hoarse, ragged snarl clawed out of his chest. That red cloud filled his vision completely, blinding him, but he felt Lacey throughout. Felt her breath on his chest, her fingers desperately grasping and clawing his hide, her body undulating against him, and her slit convulsing around his stem, squeezing more and more out of him.

He buried his face against her hair and rasped in vrix, “We are forever entwined, my heartsthread. Forever bound. Our bond cannot be unmade.”

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Holding Lacey’s trembling body against him, Telok raised his torso upright and sat back on his hindquarters. The new position brought her weight down atop him, forcing his stem and knot deeper. Moaning, Lacey ground her pelvis against his, rubbing their slits. Fresh pleasure cleaved through him, making him shudder, and his tendrils thrummed inside her. His claspers cinched around her thighs.

“This feels so good,” she said, her ragged breaths whispering over his heaving chest. Her tight pussy continued convulsing around his cock, prolonging those sensations, keeping him at that peak, instilling him with unending bliss.

Shutting his eyes, he held her close, soothingly petting her back and combing his claws through her unbraided, disheveled hair as his claspers brushed her thighs. If there were some way to make this moment last forever, he would’ve done it without hesitation, damn the consequences.

He enjoyed the feel of her sweat-slicked flesh dampening his hide, enjoyed the way she clung to him in the throes of passion, enjoyed the press of her soft breasts with their hard nipples against his chest. He was eager to explore them—to explore her—properly, to trail his hands over her entire body and learn its feel. To learn her taste.

Telok’s body tensed as more seed spurted from his stem, and he groaned, his lower hands flexing on her ass to clutch her even closer.