He had known it would be an animalistic response. He’d known that once he got between her thighs she would loosen the control he’d fought for all his life.
But not to this extent. He hadn’t anticipated this. Hadn’t anticipated the animal inside him taking over completely or stealing away the control necessary to ensure he took her with the gentleness, with the depth of aching pleasure he so wanted to give her.
He was an animal, and God help him . . .
He clenched his teeth tight as he fought and failed to hold back the primal response.
A snarl of hunger tore from his throat as he pressed inside her, pushing, thrusting into her as he worked his hips, pushing his c**k inside her with short, shallow thrusts.
He couldn’t ease in. Despite the desire to take her slow and easy. Despite the vow he’d made to himself that he would take her in such a way, still, he took her like the animal he was.
Gripping her hips he came over her, his lips at her shoulder, his kisses meant to soothe her as he buried inside her to the hilt, over and over. The fierce grip of her pu**y pulled him deeper, fluttering against the sensitive flesh of his c**k as he felt the pleasure–pain of the barb throbbing just beneath the swollen crest.
He nipped her shoulder, then growled in self-loathing at the fierceness of the bite.
“God, yes!” Her cry was as much a shock to his system as the loss of control was.
Her hips moved into each thrust, her cunt clutching at him, clenched tight on every fierce stroke inside the moist depths as her slick, honeyed juices eased the raw possession.
Not that the animal inside him cared. It was on fire for her, so hungry for her that for the first time in his life, Lawe was helpless against it.
“Mine!” he snarled at her ear, overtaken by the sense of possession that ran hot and deep inside him. “Do you understand me, mate? You. Are. Mine!”
He had to imprint it on her as deeply as possible. He had to show her, convince her, make her see that she could never run from him again. Ensure that she could never overlook her safety as she had in the past.
His survival depended on hers.
“Tell me,” he growled as he thrust inside her harder, faster. “Tell me, Diane. You’re mine!”
“Fuck you!” she cried out. Her scent whipped around him, lust, hunger, fury and a need that made no sense to his primitive brain.
“Oh no, baby. Let me f**k you!” he snarled back at her as his head lowered to the vulnerable crook of her neck, the sensitive flesh where her shoulder met her neck, and he licked her with erotic hunger, forcibly holding himself back from the bite he needed to deliver.
His hips slammed against the rounded curves of her ass. Perspiration covered both their bodies, the wet slide of flesh and the primal joining creating an erotic, animalistic coupling that sent his senses reeling.
Control. He’d always had the control to never take a woman in such a way.
He’d always had the consideration, the knowledge of what his strength would do to them.
And still, he was helpless in taking his mate.
Helpless, filled with such hunger for her that each throaty cry from her lips, each proof of her pleasure only spurred him further, pushed him to take her with all the hunger that had burned inside him since the day her scent had slapped the animal inside him awake.
And it was awake now.
Her pu**y tightened impossibly further, the burning grip of her muscles intensifying, the fluttering response that vibrated in the depths stroking against the throb of the barb beginning to emerge from captivity.
Lawe was certain he couldn’t lose control of the animalistic urges inside him more than he already had. He was certain he couldn’t mark her deeper, certain the pleasure couldn’t blaze higher or hotter.
He should have known better than to tempt his genetics with such thoughts. As her cunt began to ripple tighter around his dick, as her juices flowed hotter, her pleasure peaking to an explosion he could sense rippling through her, Lawe lost that final edge he maintained on his control.
Turning his head as he pushed the hair from the back of her neck, his lips parted over the vulnerable nape of her neck, and he bit.
He tasted her blood as his canines broke her flesh. Tasted the hormone flowing from his tongue as he felt his c**k twitch, felt it swell thicker, harder, as his se**n began spurting from the tip with violent ecstasy.
Immediately, a growl from his chest as the barb emerged from its position just beneath the flared head at the top of his dick, stretching his flesh, throbbing, swelling inside her and locking into that hidden curve deep in her cunt to spill its own release.
Fluttering against the ultrasensitive female flesh there, finding the bundle of nerves just beneath her clitoris and pressing inside it, the barb locked him inside her and increased the ecstasy for them both.