Cyborg Fever. Grace Goodwin
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want her to do anything but feel. I lifted her onto my cock, grinding her small body against me as I fucked her with both cock and tongue. I was inside her. Fucking her. Tasting her. The wet sounds of our joining filled the hallway, our ragged pants the only other sound.
Mine.
I pulled back, thrust deep. I swallowed her scream as her pussy pulsed around me, her body giving me what I demanded. Surrender.
She came within a minute, bucking and arching in my arms like a wild thing. She didn’t hold back. Didn’t hide her pleasure. The sight of her was incredible, the look of bliss, of pure pleasure on her face made my beast preen, my cock pulse, my balls draw up. And knowing I’d brought her to the edge and over, that she was mine, pushed me to the razor’s edge.
The tight fist of her pussy on my cock forced me over and I lifted my head with a roar as my seed pumped into her. Half the base heard me, but I didn’t give a shit. She was mine, and I was proud for everyone to know my mate was so perfect she gave me the most exquisite of pleasure.
For long seconds I held her, my cock buried deep, still hard. Seed still spurting from me. It was as if I’d stored it all up, saving it all for her, for her womb.
I expected the beast to fade, but he remained. Demanding. Needy. He wasn’t done. A quick fuck wasn’t all the beast needed. He wanted our mating cuffs on her wrists. On ours.
I lowered my forehead to hers and fought for words.
“More.”
She laughed, the sound filled with happiness. Nodded. “Does it have to be in the hallway?”
I growled and pulled out of her wet heat, my cock not at all happy about it as I lowered her to her feet, tucked it back into my pants. I stepped back just enough so she could straighten her clothing and my beast didn’t like seeing her covered up again. But knowing my seed was deep inside her, slipping out of her as our scents mingled was enough. For now.
“Naked.”
Fuck. She was really going to think I was a crude animal. But the beast was in control now, and he was raw. There would be no controlling him until I was hers. Completely. Officially. I needed the mating cuffs on my wrists, needed the visual reminder that I belonged to her now. Needed the stinging pain of separation they caused to help me control the beast. We both needed the reminder that I had someone to protect, to love, to serve. Beast and man both needed a reason to keep on fighting.
Kira held out her hand to me, exactly as I had done to her outside, in the arena. She was ruffled now, looked well fucked. A sweaty brow, her pale hair was damp from our exertions, her cheeks flushed, her lips red and swollen, all blatant signs of my claim.
I didn’t take her hand. Instead, I lifted her into my arms once again and carried her away.
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