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He spun her so that she faced the sofa. “Kneel,” he ordered, his voice deep and jagged and vibrating with an authority she felt in her bones.
Licking her lips, she knelt on the plush cushion and rested her hands on the back of the sofa. Her female’s legs quivered, her anticipation as electric as Blair’s.
“So much soft, pretty skin to brand.” He traced the bumps of her spine. “I want you fucking covered in my marks.”
Yeah, she got that. He bit her a lot. Clawed her often, too. And he wasn’t gentle about it. Her female loved the sheer savagery of each territorial act.
He dipped his fingers inside her and groaned. “Soaked. You know what I most want right now?”
“What?” she rasped.
He replaced his fingers with the thick head of his cock. “I want to plant my cock so deep inside my baby I never find my way out.” He slammed home, burying every inch in her pussy, causing fire to streak up her inner walls at how abruptly he stretched them.
Her head shot up, and her breath snagged in her throat. “Jesus.”
He growled. “Yeah, feel me.”
A furious need battering at him, Luke pounded into his mate. There was not one thing better than being inside her. It was like being surrounded by a slick, spasming, scorching hot fist.
He kept a harsh grip on her hips as he jacked his own forward again and again. Physically, he’d gone easy on her in bed up until now, conscious of her inexperience; not wanting to scare or hurt her. But after watching her ruthless display of dominance earlier, the drive to reclaim and own and possess became a haunting beat in his blood.
His cat had urged him to answer that drive, sure she could handle it. Luke didn’t need to monitor her through their bond to be certain she wanted this. Arching and moaning, she pushed back to meet every thrust, practically bouncing on his cock.
He loved taking her from behind, loved that he could plunge so much deeper. He wanted to go impossibly deep. Wanted to tunnel so far inside her she’d feel him everywhere—her pussy, her womb, her fucking throat.
Maybe once their bond was complete and he felt more secure in their mating, this taunting need to consumingly possess every part of her would ease off. Or maybe he’d always be so savagely territorial when it came to Blair. He didn’t know.
He also couldn’t find it in him to care right then.
He was swept away by the moment, drowning in the sensual overload. Her scent, her taste, the feel of her skin, the viselike grip of her pussy—she assaulted and delighted his every sense.
Draping himself over her, Luke planted one palm on the back of the sofa and slid the other beneath her to fill his hand with her breast. The soft globe bounced in his grip with every slam of his cock, her hard little nipple grazing his palm. “You’re close,” he gritted out. “Get there. I want you to come all over my cock, I want you to drench it.”
She moaned, her pussy fluttering around him. “Luke …”
“Get there,” he repeated, sliding his hand down her body. He rolled her clit once, twice, and she came with a broken scream. Growling, he pounded into her harder and faster. “That’s my fucking girl, keep coming, let … fuck.” White light flashed behind his eyes as his release slammed into him. Biting into her nape, he rammed his hips forward, locking his cock deep inside her, pumping hot streams of come into her body.
Jesus Christ.
For long moments, they stayed there just like that, struggling to catch their breath. Once their orgasms finally subsided, Luke pressed a kiss to the fresh bite on her nape. His cat curled up in a ball, satisfied now that she’d been claimed all over again. “You all right?”
“If what you’re really asking is did I mind that you were rough, no.”
“Oh, I don’t need to ask that, baby. Your pussy squeezed my cock so tight when you came that I’ll be surprised if it ain’t bruised.”
She only snorted.
He carried her to the bathroom, where he cleaned them both up. He waited for her to slip on a long tee and then led her to bed. He settled her down beside him, keeping her front plastered to his.
Luke palmed the side of her face as he drank in every bewitchingly exquisite feature. People often did a double-take when they first met her, struck by just how utterly stunning she was. He could look at her for hours, soaking in the sight of her, submerged in bone-deep satisfaction at how this magnificent creature belonged to him.
He swept his thumb along the apple of her cheek. “Beautiful. Perfect. Mine.”
“You use that word a lot.”
“What?”
She coasted the tips of her fingers over his chest. “‘Mine.’”
