Born of Night by Celeste Anwar Page A

racketing through his body out of control.
    He sucked in a sharp breath, willing his cock to lay still, his hands not to move. His fingers dug into her cheeks, palms sensitized with the woman’s flesh filling them. He couldn’t be gentle. He’d hurt her before, knew he had. He hadn’t been able to stop.
    The hunger raged in him now, unleashed by the beast and the fights. He was close to turning, anything could push him over.
    If that happened, he could kill her.
    He fought the beast back, felt it hovering beneath the surface, always there, always waiting for any sign of weakness.
    The musk of her sex intoxicated him, heightening the danger.
    Oh god ... just one thrust inside her, it was all he wanted, all he needed. He knew it wasn’t enough, that he had to have her completely, fuck her again and again until his body was dry of its juices. And then he would fuck her again.
    The thought rang savagely in his soul, burning him alive. He wanted more than that, wanted her to surrender herself in every way.
    “Please, Gabriel,” she whispered, begging, her voice seducing him out of his wits.
    They’d smell it, know what he’d done, know that he’d fucked her without the right of a mate. “I ... can’t.”
    “You can,” she breathed, kissing his jaw, running her fingers through his damp hair.
    “Please, if we’re going to die anyway, I want to have you inside me, just once.”
    His cock throbbed unbearably at her words. The selfish impulse grew, wresting control. He wanted to be her first Lycan, the first to mark her in their way. He couldn
    ’t fight it, not any more.
    An anguished growl escaped him and he went down with her, crushing her against the ground, her legs still wrapped around him. Her feet dropped to the ground as they landed, and the breath fled her lungs. He kissed her, long and hard, moving one hand between her legs, guiding his cockhead to her pussy.
    She was so wet for him, he thought he would explode.
    His fingers slipped against her wet folds, smoothing her cream against his flesh as he nudged her opening.
    Jessica whimpered into his mouth, spreading her legs wider, squirming under his touch, unable to bear it ... unable to move away. The huge head of his cock touched her entrance, burrowing through her swollen folds. The edges of her cunt tingled, burning with the hard press of his cockhead. Pressure built, climbing higher, anticipation an agony in her womb. The fiery sensation was almost more than she could bear. Jessica sucked his tongue as though she would eat him alive, incapable of restraining the hungry pull of her mouth, the rapid stroke of her tongue.
    He broke from her mouth suddenly, bracing above her on his arms. His biceps bunched with power, veins bulging, climbing over his forearms as he held above her.
    She looked up at him, a tremor of fear and excitement rippling through her. His eyes were dark, unreadable. His arms shook as though he could barely contain himself.
    She wanted that loss of control, wanted him to love her with no restraint. The wildness thrilled her, banished the guilt that always ate away at her.
    Jessica arched, begging with her eyes and body. He shuddered violently, arching his head back as he thrust his hips forward and drove to the hilt deep inside her, ripping past the barrier of her body. Pain lanced through her. A cry ripped from her throat at the invasion. Tears stung her eyes.
    Her body bucked, muscles clenching as they fought to accommodate the thick length of him. She hadn’t expected him to be so big, so thick. She hadn’t expected it would hurt. She hadn’t even realized it had still been there--not at her age.
    He stopped in an instant, but it was too late to go back, too late to stop the destruction. She didn’t want it, she wanted him to use her ... wanted to use him, keep him deep inside her forever. He cursed in French, his voice harsh and strained.
    Jessica weakly opened her eyes, looked up at him past the watery blur. He looked accusing,