mate with her regardless of her boyfriend.
She shook her head. “I-I think we still have a lot to
talk about.”
He shut his eyes, running his hands through his hair. Adrenaline
was still rushing through his veins at the thought of another man touching her,
possessing her, and he felt as if no relief was coming. He was falling deeper
into the abyss.
“If you stay, we won’t be talking.”
He pinned her with a stare, clenched his jaw, and fisted
his hands at his sides, all in an attempt to find some shred of control to
cling to.
He watched her grasp the hem of her shirt, working it up,
solidifying her decision, and reality seemed to have suddenly slowed.
“Krista,” he said when he finally managed to find his
voice. “I’m serious. You’d better be sure because I can’t be gentle. Not now.
Not when I have to think about you being with—” He cut off with a roar of
frustration.
“Come here, Toby.”
How she found the strength and conviction to order him
like that he didn’t know, but he wasn’t in the right mind to figure it out
either.
He started toward her and she backed away slowly, heading
toward the alcove with the bed. He stalked her, enjoying the slow striptease
she was giving him with each removal of her clothing. He followed her example
and hastily removed his clothes. By the time they reached the bed they were
both naked.
“You’re fucking mine, Krista. You got that?”
She nodded as her legs finally hit the side of the bed,
but he didn’t let her lie down. He grabbed her, spun her around, and pushed her
front up against the wall, his chest melding with her back.
“Last warning,” he purred into her ear. She rubbed her
ass against his thick erection in response, and he groaned. “You little tease.
I’m going to remind you just who you belong to.”
He shoved his leg between hers and reached around the
front of her. He slid his finger into her folds, finding her drenched in her
honey. “You’re wet for me. Me ,
Krista,” he said into her ear as he grabbed his cock and entered her in one
quick thrust. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he slid his other hand
around to pinch and pluck at her nipples while he fingered her clit and pounded
into her without pausing.
He fucked her hard, harder than he’d ever taken her, but he
couldn’t seem to ease up. He had to mark her, brand her. As he plowed into her,
her hands scrabbled for purchase on the wooden walls, and her whimpering sounds
forced him to take her even harder. Still fingering her relentlessly, he stopped
torturing her nipples with his other hand and shoved it into her hair, grabbing
it and forcing her to expose her neck. His fangs slid out, and he wanted to
fucking take her, make her his for all eternity.
“Mine! You’re fucking mine, Krista,” he growled into her
ear, shafting into her so hard and fast his balls were drawing up, a burning
sensation igniting in his lower back, his stomach, his whole damn lower body.
She whimpered as her pussy started fisting around his
cock.
“Say it! I wanna hear you say it.”
“Yours,” she cried out. “I’m yours, Toby.”
He licked her neck, and she screamed as an orgasm claimed
her. Feeling her sweet little pussy grip his cock so painfully hard was his
breaking point. He roared a totally animalistic feline sound as his balls drew
up and he came in her, pumping until he was spent.
He slumped against her, exhausted, and tried to catch his
breath, his muscles trembling from the adrenaline rush and the energy he’d just
expended. Upon realizing he was probably crushing her, he eased back, and his
cock slipped out.
“Shit,” he breathed, seeing his seed trickle down her
thigh. He’d taken her bare. He’d never done that before. Marking a woman on the
inside like that was one way to make his mountain lion damn-near impossible to
suppress. But that wasn’t what caused the crushing mortification he suddenly
felt as he watched the evidence of his taking.
Blood.
It was
She shook her head. “I-I think we still have a lot to
talk about.”
He shut his eyes, running his hands through his hair. Adrenaline
was still rushing through his veins at the thought of another man touching her,
possessing her, and he felt as if no relief was coming. He was falling deeper
into the abyss.
“If you stay, we won’t be talking.”
He pinned her with a stare, clenched his jaw, and fisted
his hands at his sides, all in an attempt to find some shred of control to
cling to.
He watched her grasp the hem of her shirt, working it up,
solidifying her decision, and reality seemed to have suddenly slowed.
“Krista,” he said when he finally managed to find his
voice. “I’m serious. You’d better be sure because I can’t be gentle. Not now.
Not when I have to think about you being with—” He cut off with a roar of
frustration.
“Come here, Toby.”
How she found the strength and conviction to order him
like that he didn’t know, but he wasn’t in the right mind to figure it out
either.
He started toward her and she backed away slowly, heading
toward the alcove with the bed. He stalked her, enjoying the slow striptease
she was giving him with each removal of her clothing. He followed her example
and hastily removed his clothes. By the time they reached the bed they were
both naked.
“You’re fucking mine, Krista. You got that?”
She nodded as her legs finally hit the side of the bed,
but he didn’t let her lie down. He grabbed her, spun her around, and pushed her
front up against the wall, his chest melding with her back.
“Last warning,” he purred into her ear. She rubbed her
ass against his thick erection in response, and he groaned. “You little tease.
I’m going to remind you just who you belong to.”
He shoved his leg between hers and reached around the
front of her. He slid his finger into her folds, finding her drenched in her
honey. “You’re wet for me. Me ,
Krista,” he said into her ear as he grabbed his cock and entered her in one
quick thrust. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he slid his other hand
around to pinch and pluck at her nipples while he fingered her clit and pounded
into her without pausing.
He fucked her hard, harder than he’d ever taken her, but he
couldn’t seem to ease up. He had to mark her, brand her. As he plowed into her,
her hands scrabbled for purchase on the wooden walls, and her whimpering sounds
forced him to take her even harder. Still fingering her relentlessly, he stopped
torturing her nipples with his other hand and shoved it into her hair, grabbing
it and forcing her to expose her neck. His fangs slid out, and he wanted to
fucking take her, make her his for all eternity.
“Mine! You’re fucking mine, Krista,” he growled into her
ear, shafting into her so hard and fast his balls were drawing up, a burning
sensation igniting in his lower back, his stomach, his whole damn lower body.
She whimpered as her pussy started fisting around his
cock.
“Say it! I wanna hear you say it.”
“Yours,” she cried out. “I’m yours, Toby.”
He licked her neck, and she screamed as an orgasm claimed
her. Feeling her sweet little pussy grip his cock so painfully hard was his
breaking point. He roared a totally animalistic feline sound as his balls drew
up and he came in her, pumping until he was spent.
He slumped against her, exhausted, and tried to catch his
breath, his muscles trembling from the adrenaline rush and the energy he’d just
expended. Upon realizing he was probably crushing her, he eased back, and his
cock slipped out.
“Shit,” he breathed, seeing his seed trickle down her
thigh. He’d taken her bare. He’d never done that before. Marking a woman on the
inside like that was one way to make his mountain lion damn-near impossible to
suppress. But that wasn’t what caused the crushing mortification he suddenly
felt as he watched the evidence of his taking.
Blood.
It was
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