His answer was a low growl, a flick of his tongue over her clit and a sudden, powerful thrust of his fingers inside the core of her.
Pleasure exploded through her, shocking her with the strength of it, the force of it. Her body tightened with the suddenly harrowing pulse of release and the fire streaking through each cell of her body.
She could have sworn she heard herself scream his name. She was certain she had, despite her attempts not to. Her fingers were locked in his hair, holding his lips between her thighs as she jerked and shuddered beneath him.
Perspiration soaked her body even as sexual need climbed through her again. Writhing beneath his caresses, Cassa fought to find the relief she needed from the heat flooding her senses.
“Hell yeah, baby.” The animalistic growl echoed around her as Cabal suddenly came to his knees between her thighs. “Come for me again.”
She stared down her body, watched his fingers curl around the heavy length of his erection as he bent to her. She watched, entranced as the broad head parted the swollen lips of her sex, her juices glistening as he parted her farther.
“You’re mine, Cassa,” he stated, his voice uneven, rough, as he began to press inside her.
She wanted to laugh at the claim but couldn’t find the breath. Instead, she stared back at him fiercely.
“Other way around,” she gasped. “Mine.”
She wouldn’t let him possess her. She would possess him. She wanted to wrap him so deep inside her soul that when the truth came out, he could never walk away from her. So deep that he would try to see, try to understand what she knew could never be understood.
A hard, heated chuckle met her statement before her eyes widened and jerked back down the line of her body. He was entering her, pushing inside her. She watched, sobs of need leaving her throat as her flesh parted for him, burned around him.
He filled her. Inch by inch as she felt another contraction of release tear through her. She hadn’t thought it was possible to orgasm with no more than the act of penetration. Just the feel of him pushing inside her, the heavy length of his c**k caressing her sensitive inner muscles. She threw her head back as pleasure suffused her in a violent cascade of light and color. It whipped through her senses, tore through them and left her shaking as Cabal began to thrust inside her with deep, measured strokes.
His body covered hers; his hands held her hips to him as his lips moved to her neck, her shoulder. She could feel each harsh growl that rumbled in his chest, as it echoed through her chest. She felt each pulse of blood that throbbed in his c**k as it shuttled inside the tender tissue of her sex.
Her moans echoed around her; his harsh, rasping breaths filled her senses. Wrapping her legs around his hips, Cassa fought to hold on to something, anything, that would anchor her to earth as the spiraling ecstasy began to tighten inside her.
She couldn’t bear it. She could feel it burning, racing, creating a whirlwind inside her that she didn’t have a hope of resisting.
Pleasure had never been like this. Lust had never been like this. She had never known anything as deep, as filled with pure ecstatic sensation as the feel of Cabal taking her.
It shouldn’t be like this, she thought distantly. Just lust wasn’t this consuming, this dangerous. She could feel things she didn’t want to feel, a connection, a bond through the pleasure that terrified her.
It was just a chemical reaction, she warned herself. That was all. She had to make herself remember that. She couldn’t let love interfere. Cabal didn’t love her. He wasn’t going to love her. She couldn’t allow her own love for him to get in the way of this.
His hand smoothed along her hip as he held his weight on one elbow. It caressed up her side, cupped her breast. His fingers flicked over her tight nipple as his tongue laved at her shoulder and his hips moved faster. Harder.
His c**k thrust inside her with powerful, even strokes. Sensitive nerve endings fired further to life. Cassa felt her flesh becoming swollen, felt her womb tightening, her clit throbbing.
So close. She could feel her orgasm moving through her, feel it building, edging closer. It was tightening, drawing her body closer to him, making her arch and writhe against him as the wildness of it began to burn through her.
Her legs tightened around him, her nails dug into his back. She could feel it, it was there, so close, so filled with sensation that when it poured over her, she swore she was dying.
Cassa heard herself scream his name as his canines sank into her shoulder. Then she felt her breath lodge in her throat, her body contract, her sex swelling with rapture, as the barb, the small, thumb-sized erection, swelled from the flared head of his cock, locking him inside her and spilling its hot hormonal essence into her, binding her further to him. There were no words for the ecstasy shooting through her now. There was no way to explain or to describe the strength, the depth of her release.
She felt as though she melded into him, became a part of him. She felt her body taking him, accepting him, and knew that in her lifetime she would never know this pleasure with another man. She had never imagined such pleasure could exist.
The feel of the barb locked inside her was animalistic, ecstatic. It was hers. This happened with only one woman, she knew. That additional erection happened only with a mate, no other. She was the only woman Cabal would ever know this with. And she was the one that had betrayed him.
She buried her face against his chest as he shuddered above her, his own release jerking through his body as Cassa fought back the tears that would have dampened her eyes.
For now, she held him. He would belong to her as much as she would belong to him. He couldn’t deny her now. He couldn’t make her leave; he couldn’t turn her away. The mating heat would ensure that. For now, he would have to share himself with her, and not just physically.
She felt his bite at her shoulder like a brand into her flesh, marking her forever. The little wound would never fully heal. It was a physical mark that would never go away entirely, just as she knew that her own bite on his palm still hadn’t fully healed.
The Breed’s and the mate’s bodies changed during mating. They shadowed each other, the essence of each blending. Cassa knew that, just as she knew that there hadn’t been a mating that hadn’t ended up in love. In a devotion between the two mates that had always made Cassa envious.
There was no longer a need for envy.