releasing him from the tight grip of her hold. He was fucking her again, this time on her back, with her legs over his shoulders as he bent her in half and slammed her into the bed. Then when she didn’t purr again, threw her to the edge of the bed and fucked her, gripping and spreading her ass cheeks as she braced herself on the floor. He fucked her repeatedly, demanding her purr each time, until soon, that no longer mattered.
Their sex was magnificently ravenous. Maddoc bent and twisted and pinned and bound her in any way he pleased, fucking her with a hard desperation as though he hadn’t just fucked her the night before. If he was still angry about her lack of purring or not doing what she was told, it wasn’t clear as the hours passed. He reveled in battering her little body with his enormous one, and seemed to be intent on dominating and marking her—more so than last night. He rubbed his seed into her skin, her hair, her mouth, and all over her face and neck. He bit into her ass cheeks, her thighs, her stomach, her arms, and her back, each time hard enough to break the skin but not to make her bleed. At first when he did it, she was so annoyed that she slapped him, but then remembered she wasn’t supposed to have those angry emotions. So she ignored the pain from the bite and focused on his other attentions on her.
The wet, sticky sloshing from their joining, her harsh breaths and whimpers, and his rough growls were the sinful symphony of his brutal possession of her. And Ana loved every moment of it. Even when he slapped her across the back of her thighs or yanked her by her hair. Each sting of pain deepened every beam of pleasure, and he was so rough and animalistic, it drew out the more instinctive elements of her behavior. At first she didn’t realize what a danger that was. She cooed and hummed with her lips against his skin, she licked his nipples and combed her fingers through his thick hair. After one particularly delirious orgasm, she told him he was the most handsome man in the kingdom. He simply grunted and twisted her hip to make her soaking channel squeeze him just right.
It was when he held her under her ass, working her on his cock while standing in the middle of the room, that things changed. She was gripping his shoulders to keep herself steady, her calves draped over his forearms as he pounded into her, when she slid her arms around his neck and leaned forward to press her body to his.
It was such a smooth and natural movement, that when her lips pressed against his, she didn’t think anything of it. Until he kissed her back.
Warm and intimate, his kisses were enticingly strong and sensual. A zing of rapture and longing tore through Ana’s body, and suddenly this wasn’t just about a night of mindless lust.
She tried to pull back quickly, but the Alpha had already wrapped his thick arms around her and pressed her close as he explored her mouth—she couldn’t escape.
And then she wasn’t sure she wanted to. Having him inside her and kissing her at the same time was so… sexy. It aroused her so much that within moments, her slick was splattering on the floor as he jerked his hips into hers. And when she climaxed, in his arms, on his cock, and with his tongue in her mouth, it was like an invasion of the most euphoric madness, galvanizing her body, mind, and heart.
And that was a problem.
7
Ana was furious with herself.
After Maddoc knotted her and carried her to the bed, he lay on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist and tightening his arms around her torso. She was still trying to process what had just happened, but she knew it wasn’t good. Something had changed about their connection in the moment she kissed him, at least for her. She wasn’t sure about him. She wasn’t sure he felt anything at all, apart from the need to fuck her as brutally as he possibly could. But it was a problem. She wasn’t sure how much yet; she was too exhausted and too elated from the orgasm that was still trembling through her to make sense of it. So she didn’t try.
But now awake, still underneath him and remembering what