I whined as he stretched me beyond anything I’d experienced before, but the pain was quickly erased by a pleasure so intense it felt like actual electricity running through my veins.
“Such a delicate little flower,” he chuckled against my skin, although he paused so I could adjust to how ridiculously stuffed I was. “I’ve waited so long to feel you wrapped around me—to feel your cunt gripping my cock like it was made for me to breed.”
Well, shit…
If a human man had announced he was going to “breed” me, his ass would have been booted out the door, but when Oren said it, me and my pussy both proclaimed, “yes, Sir!”
“Yes,” I confirmed aloud as he began pumping into me—delivering a pleasure-pain that bordered on euphoric. “Fuck me, breed me, yes, yes, yes!”
My chanting turned into nonsensical pleas, which only encouraged my monster to rail me harder. I buried my hands in his fur, holding on tight while hooking my legs around his muscular thighs—meeting him thrust for thrust. Feral for it.
Possibly more feral than he is.
Lowering his head, he teased my overly sensitive nipples with his wicked tongue—heating me until I feared I might burst into flames. The abs he’d been hiding beneath his fur were rubbing along my clit like a washboard and, soon enough, an intense orgasm shot through me, arching my back and turning my bones to jelly.
Oren slowed his pace while I gasped and fluttered around him—waiting for me to return to earth. Settling back on his haunches, he continued to glide in and out of me, his gaze riveted on where we were joined, as if mesmerized by the sight.
“Aren’t you going to breed me?” I asked, not the least bit ashamed of how whiny I sounded.
He softly chuckled. “Patience. To truly breed you, I would need to… ah…”
Oh, honey, hold my beer.
“You’ll need to stuff that fat knot into my pussy,” I finished for him, arching a brow in challenge. “To seal me up, so I can take every drop of your seed into my womb.”
The legendary Turner Beast gaped at me in shock, clearly unprepared to encounter such a well-read, wannabe monster-fucker. Before I could lose my nerve, I slid off his considerable length and flipped myself over onto my hands and knees.
The better to present myself, my dear.
Peering over my shoulder, I caught Oren staring at my ass and exposed pussy like I was something he wanted to both cherish and devour.
Both, please and thanks.
I let my appreciative gaze drift over him in return, but when he continued to hesitate, I knew exactly what I needed to say to prompt his beast to take over completely.
Type-A overachiever, remember?
“Please, Oren,” I begged, emphasizing the needy tone. “I need you to claim me as… your mate.”
As predicted, his yellow eyes flashed gold, his gaze snapping first to mine, then back to my throbbing pussy—pure animal hunger written all over his oddly handsome, yet still monstrous, face.
My monster.
I lowered myself to my elbows as he prowled closer, sighing in contented triumph when he curled over me, fully covering my body with his. Caging me in.
“Billie,” he growled, the timbre of his voice growing more guttural—more inhuman. “This is your last chance to stop me. Once I make you mine, I won’t let you leave.”
I don’t want to leave.All at once, I realized the last thing I wanted was to return to Boston—to my lonely apartment and depressing job. I wanted to stay in Maine with this sexy AF monster. I wanted to learn everything about him and his supernatural world and help the other creatures in it. Most importantly, I wanted to carve out a place for myself in a way I’d never been able to do anywhere else.
I wanted to belong.
But right now… I Want. That. Knot.
“I’m ready, Oren,” I whispered into the soft grass, rubbing my ass against his cock—desperate for it. “If I need you to stop, my safe word is Oklahoma, but please… don’t send me away again.”
I can’t wait any longer.
With an almost purring sound of pleasure, Oren began inching his way back inside me, rocking back and forth as he went—intentionally stretching me for the main event.