“You’ll never let him touch you.” He came over her as she felt the fluid spurt against her rear entrance.
Within seconds, the sensations began. The burn, the clenching, the need for not just pleasure, but for that brutal edge of pleasure and pain.
“You’ll put a stop to it.” His teeth raked her shoulder and she swore she felt just a hint of point in the canines he had once kept filed down. “Tell me, Mica. You’ll put a stop to Josiah.”
His voice was growling and rough, raspy.
His c**k was rock hard and iron hot, spreading the tiny, untouched entrance as the mating fluid ejaculated inside her again, easing the muscles, allowing the thick, heavy length of his dick to begin penetrating her tender ass.
Laying along the back of the couch, her leg bent and propped on the couch arm. The perfect position for him. One hand clenched on one side of the rounded flesh of her rear and slowly parted it farther.
Mica felt the head of his dick pop past the tight ring of the nerve-laden ultratight entrance of her ass.
White-hot, blistering sensation raced up and down her spine. It tore through her senses. Mica jerked back, thrusting her hips into each thrust as he worked his c**k inside her, his hips moving faster, the thick head spearing inside her as he pulled back to the thick ring of muscle, stretching it, burning it, thrusting inside again, working his c**k inside her with each thrust as she began to cry out in agony, in ecstasy.
Her hips rolled on the heavy impalement, helping him work the engorged shaft deeper, thrusting inside her harder, faster until he’d buried every thick inch to the hilt and then stilled.
She could feel his c**k throbbing in her ass, stretching her to the point that she wondered if she could survive it as she felt the mating fluid spurt inside her, deep in her anus, as the burning pleasure began to rise, to rush through her senses and tear the last vestiges of control from both of them.
As he pulled back, his c**k sliding in the slick recess of the rear, his teeth gripped the curve of her shoulder as one hand slid beneath her, his fingers suddenly spearing into the hungry depths of her pu**y.
Thick, throbbing, stretching her rear with a burning, vicious pleasure, Navarro began to thrust into her.
Each impalement rocked the pleasure higher, sensations building, electrifying as his fingers followed suit, f**king her pu**y with three hard fingers and driving her fast and hard to the edge of an orgasm that shook her to her soul.
She could hear herself crying out his name. Her nails clawed at the upholstery of the couch, and as she felt the release tearing through her pu**y, up her spine, exploding at her clit and clenching her ass around the penetrating, shafting length of his cock, Navarro began to come.
She felt the first heavy, heated spurt of se**n as the knot began to swell, to thicken. Each throbbing spurt of cum filled her rear as he jerked against her, the tiny thrusts moving the knot against tender tissue and sending sensations to rush through her again, to prolong her climax, to destroy her senses.
At the curve of her shoulder she felt his teeth pierce her flesh, just enough to break the skin, to leave a proper mating mark. His tongue lashed at the wound, the mating hormone burned it.
Sensation upon sensation.
Fire and ice and thunder and lightning. Mica was shuddering, shaking. Each breath was a gasping cry as the dark, brutal pleasure just simply consumed her.
She was crying, tears falling from her eyes as behind her, locked inside her, Navarro growled and lifted his teeth from her shoulder.
“You will stay the hell away from him!” he snarled.
“Yes.” She didn’t have the strength to push him further. There was no further point he could be pushed to and there was nothing going on but a friend using whatever weapon he could find to force the recessed genes of the animal that had once been recessed.
It was no longer recessed.
How long it took for the swelling to ease, Mica couldn’t say. She lost all sense of time. By the time he eased from her and picked her up in his arms, exhaustion was a heavy, lethargic contentment that left her boneless and sated as he carried her to their bed.
She was only barely aware of him moving away, then returning only moments later with a warm cloth, and if she had been conscious enough, she would have been shocked as she felt him gently clean the sweat and slickness of their pleasure from her body and between her thighs before gently drying her.
She was drifting into sleep as she felt him move into the bed beside her, before drawing her into his arms and pulling her against his chest. The warmth of his skin, the hard, heavy beat of his heart against her back, she drifted into sleep with an ease she hadn’t known before.
“Sleep, Amaya,” he whispered against her hair. “Sweet love, just let me hold you as you sleep.”
Navarro had never known a contentment or a sensual exhaustion as he did now. Holding Mica in his arms, feeling her slip deeper into sleep, he also felt that wild, uncontrollable sensation of heat and restlessness ease as well.
The Breed genetics, the animal side he’d never truly believed existed inside him. But it was there. Like a separate entity rising inside him when he’d seen his mate with another man, that man shirtless, teasing, laughing with her. He’d felt it, so sudden, so violently alive there had been no fighting against it. The animal had refused to allow anything but complete possession of his mate. Full possession. Full mating.
Possessing his mate as only he could, in the only way that would ensure no other could ever take her from him.
She belonged to him. He’d known she belonged to him since she was sixteen years old and he’d stayed away from her as long as possible. He’d given her as much time as he could to be her own woman, before she became his mate.