by Jenika Snow
“This is for you. Only for you,” he murmured, still running that massive hand over that equally massive cock of his. “No female has ever or will ever know what I feel like, what my touch is like… what my cum smells like.”
God. A whoosh of air left me at that. His cum, the very male essence of him that he’d fill me up with, marking me from the inside.
“You're a virgin?” Those words were broken up as they left me. Although I knew some shifter species could never be with a female who wasn’t their mate, that they couldn’t even get hard for anyone else, it was shocking to see this very virile male had never touched or been touched.
He was just for me.
“I was born for you. Just for you.” He took another step closer. “Just as you were born for me. Only me.” He lowered his head slightly, still stroking himself through his jeans, watching me with that very predator gaze. “And I want you to smell like me, to be covered in my seed so there’s no denying who you belong to.” He bared his teeth, and I saw his elongated canines. “And you want that, don’t you, my cum all over you, my scent covering you?”
I found myself nodding like some kind of sex fiend. But only for him.
He hummed in approval, flashed a sinister-looking smirk, but there was no fear in me. There was only want and need and desire to submit fully to my male.
“You see how hard I am?” He let out a deep grunt. “I’ve never been so hard in my fucking life.”
I licked my lips and lowered my gaze back to his erection. It looked as thick as my wrist, at least nine, maybe even ten inches long. God, did men even have cocks that big? I knew shifter males were bigger than humans, but that big?
Look how tall he is, how muscular, how strong. He’s the biggest male I’ve ever seen.
“That cherry is mine. You’re mine.”
I snapped my eyes back to his face, knowing I had a wide-eyed, probably nervous look on my face.
“I’m going to put my baby in you tonight, mate.”
God. My uterus clenched with the very idea—the very thought—of being filled with his child.
He took one more look at me from my feet to my face before moving another inch forward. “I want your pussy sucking at my shaft,” Kasias said in his deeply erotic voice. “I want you screaming in my ear to fuck you harder, faster. I want your pussy cream covering my cock, sliding down your thighs.” He snarled those words. “I want you so soaked that I can hear your cunt milking my dick.”
My knees were weak, and I shivered, feeling hot and then cold all at the same time. I could feel his body heat seep into me, which caused my nipples to strain against the material of my shirt even more painfully. I wanted his hot mouth sucking on the peaks, easing the burn I felt. My mating heat rushed through me especially hard in that moment, harder than it ever had since I started feeling it.
He growled, inhaled deeply as if he smelled it. He does. God, he can sense it, smell it, feel my heat rushing through my blood. He knows my pussy is soaked for him, knows my uterus is clenching with the need to take hold of his seed.
“You’re suffering. Let your mate do what he was born to do and ease you,” he growled, his arousal unhidden.
I closed my eyes and breathed out when I felt Kasias move his thumb along my bottom lip. It was such a soft action, something that looked and felt like it would go against the very makeup of this primal male.
And his touch made me hotter. God, it made me want to just bend over a piece of furniture, pull my pants and panties down for him, and let him do whatever the hell he wanted.
Who is this girl I’ve become, and what has my mate done to me?
6
Penny
“Tell me you crave me like no other,” he whispered gruffly, and I felt his voice move through me.
“You know I do,” I whispered back honestly.
“Tell me,” he said with a dominance that surrounded him.
I let out a harsh breath and said exactly what he wanted… and exactly what I wanted to tell him. “I’ve never wanted a male. Ever. Until you.” I opened my eyes when I heard how my voice shook. “You’re the only male I crave.”
“I’m the only male you’ll ever fucking crave for the rest of your life.” He bared his teeth after that. “Just as you’re the only female who will ever know my touch. Who has ever known my touch.”
I wanted to close my eyes again and just let his voice wash through me, but I wanted to stare into his eyes even more.
“And no male has ever known what you feel like, taste like,” he said and leaned in closed, “sound like when you’re pleasured. Isn’t that right?”
I nodded slowly, the air sawing in and out of my lungs now. “Never. Only you.”
“Only. Fucking. Me.”
And then he slammed his mouth down on mine and fucked me there. My first kiss. My first everything. He cupped my neck, his massive hands encompassing each side of my throat, his thumbs pressed to my pulse point so he could feel how fast it was racing.
His mouth was like fire, like a wildfire raging through every square inch of me until there was nothing left and I was burned and withered yet aching for more. His mouth, his tongue, his entire being ravished me completely until there was no place that wasn’t marked by the male. And all I could do was grip his shoulders, curl my nails into his firm, strong flesh, and let him control the situation.
He broke the kiss and replaced his lips where one of his hands had been, gently biting the skin where my neck met my shoulder. It was such an animalistic and primal action, so very alpha, that I couldn’t help but moan and let my head fall back and to the side to give him better access.
I offered him my throat in a purely submissive move.
“That’s it, my female. Submit to me, give me that sweet little pussy all soaking wet and hungry for my dick.”
I gasped from his profanity but yearned for more of it.
I didn’t want to wait any longer, so I found myself pressing my chest to his, all but rubbing myself against him, the friction causing a gasp to leave me. He growled low, slid his hands down to my waist, and gripped me so tightly I knew there would be marks come morning. Hell, I knew he’d mark me up real good, purple and blue fingerprints all along my skin, his seed between my thighs, his bite mark on my neck. And I wanted all of that.
He spun us around so fast my head spun. I felt the cold, hard wood of the front door at my back, and his harder, warm chest against mine. I placed my hands flat on the wood, breathing in and out, wanting all our clothes off, because they felt too itchy, too unbearable.
“I need…” I didn’t know if I could get the words out. God, I didn't know if I could keep them in. “I need my clothes off.”
He growled and broke the kiss he continuously gave my neck, and in one sudden move, he tore my shirt from my body. The sound of fabric ripping had me sucking in a breath. The chilled air greeted my chest, and then my bra was next, pulled from my body, digging into my flesh right before the material gave way and was a tattered mess on the floor.
My jeans were next, and up against Kasias’s need for me, the denim was like nothing more than frail tissue paper.
I now stood before him completely naked, and the way he raked his eyes up and down my body had a violent shiver overtaking my entire frame. He was still fully clothed, and here I was naked and wet for him, ready to be fucked. I’d never been or felt barer than I did standing before my mate during my heat, but there was no shame, no embarrassment. There was only need.
Don’t look. Don’t look.
But of course I did. Of course I let my gaze travel down his wide, muscular chest that blocked out everything behind him, and lower still until I could see the huge bulge in the front of his jeans. It was a testament that he was just as ready for this as I was.
I was the one to inhale now, to take in his very male scent, to smell how much he needed me. He was barely hanging on, his control slipping with each passing second.
“A part of me wants you to beg for this,”
he said low, deep, and reached down to grip his shaft through his jeans. The length lay against his thigh, thick and hard, long, and the head very defined through the material.
I’d beg for your cock. God, I’d beg for it so hard.
Kasias looked at my body, up and down, and I heard the soft rumble of appreciation come from him. He stared at my breasts, and I swore the mounds got heavy, even more sensitive just from his gaze alone. I clenched my thighs together when a fresh wave of arousal spilled from me. His nostrils flared, and I knew he smelled that sweet muskiness. I know I sure as hell did.
He took a step closer, then another one until I could feel his body heat seep into my very cells. He had his hands on the door beside my head, leaned in so slow I anticipated this. His eyes were locked on mine the entire time he descended. For a moment, he hovered so close to me I was about to do that begging he talked about. And then he dipped down and captured my lips with his.
Kasias cupped the back of my head with one hand, pulled me closer, and devoured me with his mouth. His cock nudged at my belly, hard, big, and thick, and so very impressive that I moaned against his lips.
My pussy clenched painfully with desire, and even more so when Kasias speared his tongue into my mouth, stroking the inner recesses and driving me insane with lust. I was going to die, but it would be the best kind of death in the world.
All the while, he kissed me, touched me everywhere, as if he couldn't get enough, as if he had to have his hands on every available inch of my body or he wouldn’t be satisfied. I knew I sure as hell wouldn’t be if he didn’t keep touching me.
And when he slipped his hand between my legs, I let my head fall back on the door, my skull making a thump as it connected with the wood. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and felt him move right over my clit, stroking the pad of his digit over the little nub. Could he feel how swollen I was for him?
“Spread wider,” he said gruffly against the side of my throat now, licking at me with that roughened tongue, scraping his teeth over my flesh, and causing gasp after gasp to leave me.
I did what he wanted, braced my legs apart, but that clearly wasn’t enough, because a second later, he used his knee to really spread my legs. Then he stroked me from clit to pussy hole, back and forth, over and over again until I was mewling and moaning, thrashing my head back and forth and seeking that high that would tip me over the edge.
He continued to stroke my clit, spearing his fingers through my slicked folds, doing this until I was biting my lip so hard I broke the skin, tasted my blood on my tongue. He had his mouth on mine instantly, licking at that bead, that drop of my essence. He growled, snarled, dragging his tongue over my bottom lip as he kept sucking at my mouth and playing with my pussy.
And when he used his other hand to mold around one of my breasts, I moaned, moving my tongue along his, sucking it into my mouth, tasting him and me coating him and needing so much more. I was mindless in my desire, frenzied from my heat.
His palm pressing on my nipple caused me to rise up on my toes and press my chest against his. And before I knew what was happening, he had both hands curled around my waist and had me flipped around so my chest was to the front door.
He pulled my hips toward him, popping my ass out, and then he was lowering his big body behind me, getting on his haunches, and making sure my legs stayed spread. The feeling of his hands palming at my ass, spreading the cheeks, and the sound that came from him as he saw every inch of me had liquid spilling from my pussy.
His warm breath played along my ass and pussy, frantic and harsh from his lust. And then he had his mouth on me. Kasias growled, nipped at my pussy, sucked at my clit, and grabbed my ass cheeks in a bruising yet pleasurable grip. I was like a faucet now, constant arousal spilling from my pussy. But he lapped it up, every last drop, growling against my soaked, swollen flesh for more.
“I want to drown in you.” He nipped at me, dragged his tongue up and down my cleft, and I rested my forehead on the door, my eyes squeezed tightly as I felt the pressure build. I was going to come.
And then I did come. God, I came for him from this alone. Climaxed all over his face. And I didn't stop grinding my pussy against his mouth. He didn’t stop licking and sucking until I started begging, pleading that it was too sensitive, that I couldn’t take anymore.
“I don’t think so, my female.” He gave my ass a sharp slap that had me gasping in pleasure. “You’ll take more, so much fucking more.” He stood again, turned me back around, and I felt like a ragdoll in his arms, loose and vaguely sated. But only seconds passed before I felt the heat rise again, my body knowing the only thing that would ease my suffering was his cock in me and his seed covering every inch of my insides.
He moved his hand down between my breasts, over my belly, and moved his fingers around my navel, teasing me, inflaming me even more. He continued to touch my flesh, along my hip, and stopped at one of my thighs. “Mmm,” he hummed in pleasure right before he lifted my leg up and hooked it around his hip.
There I stood, perched on one leg, sandwiched between him and the door. Kasias moved his other hand to cup my ass, kneading the flesh in gentle strokes that started to become rougher. He had his other hand right back between my thighs.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and I forced my eyes to stay open so I could look into his. His expression was so severe, so masculine as he worked his hand between my legs. The only evidence that he was as primed as me was the harsh look in his eyes and the raging erection digging against my belly. Even his breathing was even, steady.
But his focus on me was positively animalistic.
He’s more animal than man.
He slid one finger around my pussy lips, pulling one out and then letting it move back in place. He did this over and over again, bringing me closer to another orgasm from this act alone.
When I couldn’t take the torture any longer, I started to push my pussy down on his hand, urging Kasias silently to give me more. The breath left him hard then, as if he were trying in vain to keep his control.
He dipped his thick finger into my pussy hole, and I thanked whoever was listening that he’d given me what I wanted, at least partly. What I really wanted was his cock. And when he rubbed my clit in hard circles, baring his teeth, the sound that left him one from his bear, I cried out and came a second time.
My orgasm this time around wasn’t stronger, and although it felt so good, it made my heat worse. Every climax he gave me seemed to make me even more desperate, as if I were being punished because my body didn’t have what it needed.
His dick. His cum.
“All soaking wet and primed for me.” He kept rubbing circles against my clit even though I begged for slower, even though I cried out for more. “Your cunt is so wet, female, so fucking juicy that all I can smell is your need for me.” Sweat covered me from head to toe. I wanted our dampened skin to be moving together as he fucked me unconscious.
“I’m going to take that cherry, mate, claim it as my own,” he growled. “You want that, don’t you, female? To have your fated mate, to have my polar bear come out and just take what it wants.”
I was nodding before he even finished talking. “God,” I panted. “Yes. Now. I need that now. Please.” I was crying, tears of need sliding down my cheeks. “I’m suffering. I need my mate.” The words came from someplace deep inside me, a place I’d never felt before. They were only for Kasias. They’d only ever be for him.
“Yeah, you want that, want my dick stretching that virgin cunt nice and good, filling you with my cum to help ease that heat.” He kissed my shoulder and murmured against my flesh, “Right here is where I’m going to put my mark, where every motherfucker can see it and know I’ll kill them if they even look at you.”
I gasped.
“I’m going to have my dick buried so far up in you that there won’t be a place I haven't touched, haven't owned.” His words were deep, a rumble of thunder, and laced with them was a truth so cemented that I knew there was really no
going back.
7
Penny
Kasias took hold of my chin, and tilted my head back. His fingers dug into my skin, a pleasurable, demanding, and dominating hold from my alpha mate that made a small sound of need escape me.
The way he looked at me was raw and fierce, consuming and all encompassing.
“I’m about to claim you so fucking hard, little mate, that you’ll never be able to get enough of my cock.” He leaned in closer and inhaled his scent. “You’ll crave me buried in you every second of every fucking day.”
I had no doubt about that.
He looked down at my heaving breasts. “I haven’t even had you yet,” he murmured almost to himself, “and already I can’t get enough of you.” And then he kissed me hard, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth and claiming every part of me from the top of my head to the soles of my feet.
I moaned against his mouth, reached up, and took hold of his short hair. Another needy sound left me when he sucked my tongue into his mouth then proceeded to drag his teeth along it. The feeling of his elongated canines sent a tingle through me.
He had his hands on my ass and lifted me off the ground easily. I didn’t even hesitate to wrap my legs around his waist, his clothes a barrier I wanted gone. I felt so unhinged that I started pressing my pussy down on his bulge, not even caring how obscene it was.
He grunted, slid a hand behind my head, grabbing a chunk of my hair, and tilted my head back even more. I gasped as that slight pain increased my pleasure.
With my throat now bared, Kasias broke the kiss and dragged his tongue up and down my neck. He nipped at my flesh, keeping a hand on my ass, the force of him pressing me against his hard erection not lost on me.
He murmured something, but it was distorted against the base of my throat. I could imagine how alpha the words would be, how dominating and coarse.