Hook, Line, and Mated by Jenika Snow Page A

bloodstream.
    “Do you feel how my animal wants you, baby?”
    “I do.” Gasping out the words, she dug her nails in deeper into his arms.
    “Do you see how my animal is right at the surface?” he asked in a harsh voice.
    “God, yes, Easton.”
    “Baby, I want you so fucking bad, so much it hurts.” He ground himself against her over and over again until he was close to getting off from the act alone. Her pussy was soaked, and his cock slid through her slicked slit, bumping her clit.
    He forced himself to stop, because no way he was about to fucking get off without being deep inside of her body.
    When she dug her nails into his biceps, he pushed away all other thoughts except what was happening right now. He relished the sting she caused, the fact she broke skin because she was too far gone … just like him. “That’s it, baby, make me bleed, make it hurt, just give yourself to me.” He ran his tongue up her neck and stopped at her mouth. He moved his hands down to her waist, clenched his fingers tighter into the lush curves of her body, and swore. Smooth thickness greeted his hands. Fuck, he loved everything about her, loved that she was submitting to him, letting her animal come forth and allow his moose to claim her.
    Her ass hung off the side of the sawhorse, and a growl left him when he moved his hands to her bottom and squeezed the lush mounds. He pushed back an inch, looked between their bodies, and even though it was dark, his vision was crystal clear.
    “Spread your legs wider.” Easton barely got the words out, and even though she heard him, he could hear how broken up they were because he was so close to shifting. She obeyed him right away. The scent of her sweet, musky pussy slammed into him even harder, and he felt his moose rise up. His muscles were thickening, his bones aching as they were about to break and realign.
    His animal was coming out, and he knew that once he had his cock in her that its presence would be even more pronounced. He went back to kissing her, and soon it became desperate, needy, and full of passion and heat. His clothes came off with frantic motions. Right now they were just animals needing to be with each other, mates that needed to be claimed.
    “I can’t breathe,” she said and leaned her head back on the wall. She looked down the length of his chest, and lower still until she could obviously see his cock. With them both naked now, his dick hard, long, and probing her pussy, he knew that once he was buried inside of her he wouldn’t last.
    When she reached down and touched his abdomen, ran the pads of her fingers lightly across his six-pack, he couldn’t stop the low sound that left him.
    “I’ve never seen a male as big and strong as you,” she whispered, and then curled her hand around his waist. She leaned in and ran her tongue along his bottom lip, and at the same time moved lower until she was touching his erection.
    “I’m giving myself to you freely, completely.”
    He tugged at the strands of her hair behind her head after she spoke. Right now he was all animal, thinking on instinct. “Good, because you’re mine.” He growled the words out. “ I’m going to fuck you, make you scream and cream all over my cock.” He could have said it a little less harshly, could have tried to make her feel cherished and special right now, but at the moment he was primal.
    She moaned and thrust out her breasts, and his mouth watered for a taste.
    He slipped his hands between the wood and her body, gripped her ass, and clenched the mounds hard enough she gasped out from pain. But soon after that her pleasure bloomed, and saturated the air. She was wet and smelled so fucking good. Easton moved away from her only enough to slide his hands down her legs and grab onto her ankles. They were delicate, fragile almost.
    He lifted her legs and placed her heels on the edge of the wood. Her pussy spread open for him so obscenely it made his dick jerk. Pre-cum was a continuous