Taze (Rise of the Pride #11) - Theresa Hissong Page 0,68
silently asking for permission. When she nodded, his tongue made a long pass over each nipple, driving her insane.
A snarl echoed in the room as she dug her fingers into his shoulders, moving her body closer to his lips. She’d never felt like that before, and as weird as it was, she welcomed it. She wanted his touch and his seed. Calla wanted nothing more than to crawl on that bed and submit to him.
“I need you to mount me,” she begged as an ache built between her legs. “I need it now, Taze.”
Her beast was pushing at her skin, demanding the male finish the mating. The sensations of touch from him were intense. That was the only description she could come up with at the moment.
Taze unleashed a claw and tucked it into the waistband of her panties, flicking his wrist to slice through the material. “Climb on the bed.”
Somehow, she instinctively knew to go to her hands and knees, dropping her face to the mattress. He never pulled his hands away from her as she prepared herself, and Calla needed that connection. Taze had always grounded her, and now that they’d touched for the first time since she became of age, Calla remembered the confidence he had when it came to her care. He’d never done her wrong in training, always there with a steady hand.
“I’m going to touch you, Calla,” he announced as he ran his hand up the center of her back.
“I’m ready, Taze,” she promised, pushing her ass in his direction. The panther growled at the lack of his cock and seed. They needed to complete the mating. “Mount me…mate me.”
The first touch of his cock to her entrance caused her to jump, but she reached for him when he started to back away. “I’m fine. We’re fine.”
“Calla,” he moaned as he used his fingers to rub the outside of her sex. He sucked in a breath through his teeth when she moaned at his attention. “I…I can’t hold on much longer. My panther is trying to shift. He wants to mark you.”
“Then, do it, Taze,” she ordered. “Don’t be afraid…I’m not.”
He said her name like a prayer to the gods as he pushed his cock inside her, pausing when he was fully seated. They both cursed as he began to move. Her panther bucked, but Taze was there to hold her in place.
“I’m going to mark you, my mate,” he warned, but there was a hint of playfulness in his voice that caused a smirk to lift the corner of her mouth.
His hand tangled in her hair, his palm resting right against her scalp. When he made a fist, pulling her back flush with his front, there was no pain…only pleasure. With his free hand, he found her clit and circled it with his index finger as he jerked her head to the side. His tongue was rough as he licked over the spot where her neck and shoulder connected.
“You are my mate, and I will honor and cherish you for the rest of our lives,” he vowed. “I will protect you when you are unable to protect yourself. I will love you enough to keep the demons away, Calla Marshall.”
He struck as fast as a snake, burying his canines into her flesh. The marking caused her body to explode. Her release was met with heavy strokes as he kept her pinned close to his body. She had never felt as safe and secure as she did in that moment. All of the other bullshit in her life was nothing but a fleeting memory. Taze replaced it all with one bite.
The next thing she knew, they were laying on their side, his cock still buried inside her body. He moved slowly, keeping her primed. “Are you ready to mark me?”
With a snarl, her panther pushed, telling her human mind to roll him to his back, and that was exactly what she did. The animal gave her the information she needed to mark him. She let her human side relax as the beast ruled. She took his cock and worked it deeply inside as she grasped the hair at the top of his head, pushing it to the side.
The strike to his neck caused Taze to roar. His blood entered her mouth and she swallowed it down before releasing him to lick over the spot to heal it just enough to leave a scar, showing all females that Taze Malone was hers.