as he bends my knees under me and tears off my undergarment, exposing me to his view.
“Show me where, human!”
I rock my hips, still riding the sensations I stole, already feeling the need for more.
He’s bared me for him. I press one fist to my mouth to quiet my moans, and then reach back and press my finger just above my clenching sex. It’s torn away a moment later.
Something thick and hard is pressed to it instead. My body shivers in anticipation. A scream for another release lodges in my throat.
I’ve never learned sex from the mated elders in my tribe, but I know what happens. You can’t be a huntress without knowing what the animals and beasts do in the wild.
Drazak leans over me as I think this, and I press up against him, wanting his body to cover every inch of me, wanting even more for him to do to me as the creatures in the wild. After all, we’re in dangerous terrain and there’s nothing civilized about our predicament. I’m not being civilized, at all.
“I will seed you, human, and you will bear my young,” Drazak says into my ear.
I push back, urging him to take me. “Yes,” I mewl, squeezing my eyes shut, sucking in a breath.
“I will seed you, give my essence to you, and dominate you.”
I’m shaking, wiggling, barely able to hear his words.
“I am the alpha in this mating,” he hisses.
“Yesss, please, please don’t make me wait any longer,” I cry. I will agree to anything if it would end this torture. The bliss I stole wasn’t enough, it barely took the edge off. “Drazak,” I whimper. “Please!”
His shaft penetrates, slickened by my arousal, presses into me. My lips part.
I squeeze around him as he forces me to stretch, to accommodate him. He’s huge—I saw him, he’s so much bigger than my opening—but I know he’ll fit.
He has to fit. How could we mate otherwise?
But as he nudges farther into me, taking up all my space and more, a new cry tears from my throat, this one from pain.
Will he fit?
A deep rumbling groan fills my ears, and Drazak’s arm wraps around my middle. I bow as his prick claims a bit more and his arm bands hard, keeping me in place. My fingers curl, my nails scrape dirt, and then they bite into my palms.
I’m about to shout for him to stop—when he thrusts hard.
Stars fill my vision, and my body tenses.
Mated. Ripped. Banded. Claimed. Words flutter through my head. I squeeze around him and I wince, dropping my brow to the backs of my hands.
Is it supposed to be this painful?
Drazak hasn’t moved, but his body is as tense as mine.
“Glorious,” he breathes.
His body shakes.
Glorious? I squeeze my eyes shut harder.
“Milaye, you feel—” he groans the words “—I do not have the word for it. Glorious. My little mate is heavenly. Skies!”
My mouth puckers as beads of sweat form to wet the backs of my hands. I wouldn’t call this glorious, but each passing second is better than the one before. The tight pain eases.
“You’re inside me,” I whisper dumbly, now feeling the sensation behind the pain. I’m staring at nothing, my mind whirling.
“Oh yes, human, I am. I will be inside you always.”
Pleasure surges at his claim, and my vision focuses. I arch my back. ‘Inside you always.’ I mouth the words, tasting their heady threat with each syllable.
His shaft slips out, and I could scream from its loss, the words already forgotten. Drazak growls and thrusts back in, shunting my hips forward. His legs slap mine.
I shriek, stunned. Scales poke the backs of my thighs.
“I will rut you now,” he warns. He pulls out and thrusts again without giving me a moment to adjust.
“Yes,” I gasp, feeling the rise of my hysterical need. His body pulls away, his hands grip my hips, and I glance behind me when he pulls out and plunges back into me.
Yes.
He does it again, hard and powerful. “Human!” he roars. It echoes.
“More,” I plead, exhaling during his next surge. This time I nearly flatten to the floor before he rises back up, taking my hips with him. My core takes him eagerly, despite the ache of the stretch. “More,” I say again, when he pulls back out to topple me over again.
I brace, but even so, I’m not ready. He spears me hard, like he’s trying to drive the entirety of himself into me. He doesn’t lift me from the floor this time. I