motion of their hips. Warmth flooded her. She spread her thighs wider, reveling in the feel of him.
Gabriela kept her eyes locked with his as the pleasure sharpened in her core. Broxen’s gaze communicated just how desperately he needed her, burning with a fervent intensity. His jaw was clenched, and his hands squeezed her thighs. She knew he was holding back, knew he was worried he’d get too rough, or worse, hurt her. But she knew he wouldn’t. She trusted him completely.
“Take me, Broxen,” she begged. “No holding back.”
As though in response to her words, his cock swelled. She barely held herself up on her trembling arms as Broxen snarled and grabbed her ass with both hands. The tips of his claws pricked her skin as he pounded into her with fierce snaps of his hips.
Gabriela released a choked cry and clung to him. He was creating a maelstrom of sensation within her. Her breath came out in short and shallow pants, her thighs were wet with her essence, her breasts were bouncing, and the heat in her core intensified.
Then she felt something else nudge her—the tip of his tail. It slipped between them, dragging along her pussy, where their bodies were connected, coating itself with her essence.
A possessive, but devilish light gleamed in Broxen’s eyes.
“You’re mine, Gabriela,” he grunted without slowing his pace. His grip on her ass cheeks shifted, and he spread them. “All of you.”
His tail trailed up from her pussy, and its tip pressed against the tight ring of her backside.
Gabriela gasped, her eyes flaring wide. She’d never, ever had anyone touch her there before. It was foreign, it was taboo, it was…thrilling.
He slowly pushed his tail against her ass, slipping the tip inside. She whimpered. It stung, and the stretch burned, but those discomforts were quickly swept away by the pleasure of his pounding cock. He eased his tail back slightly and pushed it in again, a little deeper this time.
“Ah!” Gabriela dug her nails into his shoulders and moaned. So full. She felt so full of him. Every nerve within her was abuzz with ecstasy.
“That’s it, female,” Broxen growled, quickening his thrusts.
She became lost in a frenzy of movement, of sensation, and the torrent of need that had built within Gabriela burst against the force of his attentions. Intense pleasure consumed her, fragmenting her conscious thoughts. Only feeling remained.
Her cry was a hitched, broken sound as spasms wracked her. She fell upon his chest and buried her face against his neck to muffle the escalating moans tearing her from throat as her pussy quivered around the thick length of his cock, and her anus constricted around his tail.
Broxen removed his hand from her ass cheek to slip his fingers into her hair and catch the strands close to her scalp in his fist. He tugged back, lifting her face, and captured her mouth with his in a crushing kiss. He took possession of her mouth as surely as he had her body.
His entire body tensed, and he snarled against her lips as he came, clutching her to him. His molten seed flooded her mercilessly, the blast so hot and powerful it rocketed Gabriela into another intense climax.
When their bodies had ceased their tremors, and the tide of passion had finally calmed, they lay together, Gabriela sprawled atop him, and basked in the glow of their lovemaking.
Broxen kept one arm around her waist while he soothingly combed his claws through her hair. Gabriela smiled and flattened her hand on his chest, fingers splayed, feeling the pounding of his heart beneath her palm. It matched the rhythm of his throbbing cock, which remained deep within her.
He slowly withdrew his tail from her ass. She winced slightly, hissing softly through her teeth.
Broxen smoothed his palm down her back and gently kneaded her bottom. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” she said, taking in a deep breath and releasing it in a sigh. She’d never considered trying anal in her life, and this surprise…well… It had hurt initially, but after that, it’d been an amazing feeling. She wouldn’t mind trying it again. Perhaps, eventually, with his cock.
Lifting her head, she folded her hands under her chin and smiled up at him. “Merry Christmas, Broxen.”
His violet eyes glowed bright as they met hers, and his lips stretched into a wide grin. He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Merry Christmas, my mate.”
A rattle of the doorhandle and a loud knock on their bedroom door startled them.
“Mom! Broxen!” Ana cried. “He came! Santa