His tongue flickered over the tortured little bud as he drew on it. One hand pressed her thighs apart, the fingers of the other caressed through the narrow slit and found the tender entrance to the needy tissue beyond.
Cassa felt herself shaking, shuddering as pleasure gripped her, tore through her nerve endings and left her trembling with the need for climax.
“Oh God!” She nearly screamed out the prayer as she felt two fingers press inside her, stretching apart the tight flesh.
Calloused fingers worked inside her pu**y, caressed and stroked the inner muscles until she writhed beneath him and nearly screamed out his name.
She was going to come. She couldn’t hold back, she didn’t want to hold back. She felt the vibrations of the inner explosions building inside her, tightening her muscles, wetting her vagina. Her juices flowed around his fingers, easing his way and sensitizing her further as he began to f**k inside her, slow and easy, then fast and hard, then slow and easy again, until she felt as though every sense she possessed was careening out of control.
“Not enough,” she gasped, the raging need building inside her until she wondered if she could breathe through it. “More, Cabal. Please. Please. More.”
She felt him growl, the sound vibrating around her clit as his fingers thrust hard and deep inside the trembling grip of inner tissue. Waves of sensation built inside her, exploded through her system and sent ecstasy breaking over her, until she was arched hard and tight into his grip, her fingers latching onto his hair as she fought to scream through the most incredible pleasure she thought she could experience.
Until seconds later. Until she learned there was more. There was Cabal coming over her, fitting the wide crest of his c**k into the spasming entrance and working inside with quick, deliberate thrusts. There were his teeth raking her shoulder. There were the pinpoints of pleasure-pain as his thighs pushed hers farther apart, his hips rocked powerfully against her and the heated length of his c**k filled her, overfilled her, until the sensations had her seeing stars with the pleasure detonating in her body.
She was at a loss to understand it, at a loss to process her body’s reaction to Cabal’s touch. Each stroke of his fingers, each caress of his lips, oh God, the rasp of his teeth and tongue against her neck, the strokes of his c**k inside her overly sensitive pu**y were too much. She felt as though she were burning, as though each touch was too painful to bear and yet too much pleasure to ever escape.
“Help me,” she cried out, as she arched closer, begged for something she didn’t understand.
It wasn’t enough, and yet it was too much. Tears filled her eyes as her hips arched closer, the muscles of her vagina clamping down on his cock.
Powerful shuttling thrusts filled her, stroked her until she felt the stars, the moon explode inside her. Sensation became rapture, it became ecstasy as her orgasm rushed through her.
Cassa’s nails bit into his shoulders, her lips opened on a soundless cry. Bucking against him, she fought for a control that didn’t exist, and one she didn’t want. She felt his thrusts increase as the first wave of pleasure tore through her. She felt his teeth rake her neck, heard his growl, felt the bite that pierced her shoulder. Inside, held within the tight grip of her vaginal muscles, his c**k began to pulse, thicken, a second before she felt the hardened thrust of the Feline Breed barb become erect beneath the mushroomed head of his cock. It thickened, locked into place inside her, stroked hidden nerves and sent her careening into another harder, more heated orgasm. Crying out his name, Cassa felt herself melting, burning inside with each pulse of his se**n as it filled her. She felt her muscles tightening to the point of pain, and yet pleasure rushed through her in waves.
Her head lowered to his bare shoulder. As his teeth pierced her flesh, she raked her teeth against his skin and bit down. Hard. She didn’t tear the skin, didn’t pierce it, but the very act was enough to send them both racing higher, farther, crashing into a sea of exquisite ecstasy before sinking into a pleasure as deep and as dark as the night itself.
She was possessed.
She was taken.
She was mated.
Now, she wondered, would she survive the fallout?
CHAPTER 7
The fallout was always sure to suck. Cassa had learned that years ago, the morning after the rescue and the deaths at the German facility where Cabal and his pride had been held.
The fallout was slipping from the hotel room while he showered and trying to run, to hide, not just from Cabal, but from herself.
What the hell had she done? She had all but dared him, all but begged him to mate her, even knowing what she would be facing. What she was facing now. The sensitivity of her flesh, the emotions that roiled within her, the need that attacked her clitoris, that kept her ni**les tight and hard.
She wandered through town until she found herself once again on the bank of the river where the missing former mayor had last been seen, staring across the distance at the old water management plant once again.
The place looked dark, sinister. Like some specter of death that overlooked the small lagoon and falls before the water spilled back into the main river.
Its appearance suited her morbid turn of mood.
She may as well be contemplating a prison sentence, she told herself. Or remarriage. Hell, this was going to be worse than remarriage, because you didn’t divorce your mate. There was no cure for mating heat. Too bad, so sad, she thought sarcastically.
Crouching at the water’s edge, she stared into the cold ripples of water swishing back and forth against the sand and frowned at her own thoughts.
She was doing what she had sworn she would never do again; she was tying herself to another man. And this time, she was doing it in a way she couldn’t escape.
She had allowed Cabal to mate her. He had taken her, not just once through the night, but almost continually. Tirelessly.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe through the ripples of remembered pleasure. She could almost see him as he had been the night before, his body sheened with sweat, his muscles rippling in his chest and arms as he rode her with a strength that still amazed her.