control.
It seemed impossible, unlikely. Not Eli, who was impervious to all things that busted someone’s self-control, but I supposed, in the aftermath of the hyenas’ pointless and stupid attack, he’d be feeling a little raw, a lot rough.
And whatever he needed, I’d give him.
Always and forever.
When he sliced through my pants like they were made of cobwebs, I wasn’t surprised when my panties shared a similar fate. He spun me around then, and my legs caught his hips as I hiked myself up him.
As our mouths tangled, he bit into me, devouring me with his kiss while he strode forward and pinned me against the wall. My back just glanced off the patio door, and I arched my shoulder in time.
The move disturbed him, broke into his concentration, and he froze for a second, before he hefted me with brute strength alone off him. Before I could complain, he spun me around like I weighed nothing so I was facing the wall this time. I raised my arms, laying my forearms against it as he positioned me.
He grabbed my hips, dragged them out, then pushed one hand to the bottom of my spine. As he moved me right where he wanted me, he bent over me, his fingers coming to my chest where he tore through my shirt, ripping it off me, my bra as well, leaving my boobs dangling in a way I probably wouldn’t be able to maintain for long. Knight was going to wake up for food soon, and my tits had received that message loud and clear.
But I pushed my focus off my baby and focused on my mate—a mate who very much needed me.
His hands were trembling as he let the claws move over the sides of my waist, along my length, before both of them framed my butt, the tips digging in as he stared at me.
I might have felt self-conscious. Might have felt uneasy or uncertain, but I felt neither.
If anything, I was euphoric with the sensation of being alive, and real, and loved.
So fucking beloved.
This man, with all his flaws, all his strengths, wanted me. He thought I was perfect. Thought I was his dream girl, and how couldn’t that make me feel like I was walking on sunshine?
I tipped my hips up, needing him inside me more than I needed my next breath, and when he rubbed his dick against me, I groaned, “You need to get naked. Fast.”
His only answer was a low grunt, but I heard his zipper lower and rolled my eyes at the notion that he could tear my clothes off but had the wherewithal to pull down his fly.
Typical man.
Then, of course, I wasn’t thinking anything.
I was thinking of his dick as it thrust into me.
Having long since ceased being amazed by how wet I was around them, how quickly my arousal could stir, he slipped into me with an ease that had us both sighing with relief.
The sensation of being at one with him was too powerful to ignore, and when he started to rock into me, harder, a little faster, the thing that really got me hot? When those claws of his dug into my hips. It was something new in their repertoire and, Kali Sara, it felt good. So damn good that I could have screamed, if I didn’t think it would have woken Knight up.
Instead, I gritted my teeth, my eyes closed as the sun beat down on me, on us, bathing us in a pool of light that felt holy. That felt blessed.
Unable to stop myself, I leaned on just the one arm, then reached down between us and began to rub my clit. Instantly, it was like a light show went off behind my eyes. Those crazy lasers that had the power to light up the sky with their strength—that was what I felt.
He slapped my ass, just a little, and the jiggle had me shuddering as I moved my fingers faster, harder. Needing more, needing everything he could give me.
When he grabbed both buttcheeks and parted them, I felt his spit trickle down the crack, and shuddered when it pooled in the pucker of my ass.
None of them had ever taken me there, and to be honest, it wasn’t a big turn on for me, but when he started rubbing it with his finger, a finger that was de-clawed, thank God, I groaned as he pressed it in with a care that spoke of his love for me.
Moaning as