When she worked one of his fingers inside her and moaned low, he frantically rubbed his face against her damp cheek and neck.
Then a second finger. Torture. "So tight."
As she began to herself with them, readying for him, he roared with agony, about to lose control of his senses. His c**k throbbed painfully, jerking up between her legs, pulsing with each wild beat of his heart. "Inside you. Now!"
She shakily nodded, drawing his fingers from her sex. Once she'd moved his hands to cup her br**sts, she began working his c**k head inside her. As she tried to take him, he could feel her body twitch and quiver, could hear the sharp inhalations of breath.
"Deeper," he demanded. "Take more."
But she couldn't seem to. "Oh, gods... " She was panting, undulating her hips on his cock.
All at once, the rain ended. The wind began to blow, rushing over his heated skin and clearing the clouds from the sky. Moonlight shot through the canopy.
He felt it like heat on his skin, felt it even on his shaft still waiting to plunge inside her. He saw the light bathe his mate's flawless skin - over the pure white of her shoulders, down to the riveting tattoo on her lower back, and over her plump arse as she rocked on him.
"Taste you."
When she touched herself and lifted her fingers to his mouth, he seized them with his lips. Sucking her taste from the tips, he growled with pleasure.
"Bowen! I'm going - " The words ended with her scream as she began to come. He was just deep enough to feel her sheath squeezing him, her body greedily seeking what his had to give.
He yelled to the sky, instantly joining her. With just his c**k head inside her, he pumped hot within her, shuddering with ecstasy to be filling her with his seed.
He was still coming... when the moon's hold on him became stronger than hers.
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When he threw his head back, Mari felt the vibration of his haunting roar tearing up from his chest to echo in the jungle. His ejaculation was palpable, shooting from the broad head wedged inside her.
Yet then the moon speared through the trees in a surreal silver, and she knew. Knew he was too powerful in this state to be contained by any magick she could conjure. And though he'd just come, he remained hard within her, his muscles still as tensed as before.
Mari had wanted intensity, ferocity. She swallowed and closed her eyes, bracing herself.
She was about to get it.
Seconds later, he broke from the tree, shoving her forward to her hands and knees. He reached over her to clutch her nape, then pressed her upper body down to the ground, pinning her there with his massive hand covering the back of her neck.
Holding her immobile, he slowly fed his shaft inside her, inch by inch, making her scream with pleasure.
When he was as far as she thought he could possibly go, he ground against her, his hips working, forcing her to take even more.
Seated so deeply, he somehow controlled himself, allowing her to grow accustomed to his size. Yet once she moaned for more, he wrapped both his arms tightly around her waist. He bucked once, hard and fast into her.
"Ah, gods!" she cried out. "Do that again... "
He did, over and over, making her teeth clatter from the force, but she loved it, loved how unyielding he was, loved his rough beast voice wicked at her ear. "Your sex is so tight... good and wet. Want to be here forever."
When she reached back between their legs to caress and cup his heavy sack, he growled his approval. But then he seemed to force himself to pull her hand away. "No' goin' tae... make me come... 'fore I'm ready." He forced her arms back behind her. "No stoppin' this, little mate."
This was the first time he'd called her his mate like that. If he'd accepted her as his completely, she knew there was only one way the night was ending. She could do nothing but surrender to the beast at her back.
Grasping her arms at her elbows, he drew her farther upright on her knees, then used his grip to pull her body down and back into each frenzied thrust of his hips. Her br**sts quivered. Her skin was damp, and the wind rushed over it like a caress.
And it feels so good.
She tried to free herself to touch him, but he held her elbows firmly. "Need tae... mark you. Mark you as mine."
Though she'd feared his bite, at that moment there was nothing she wouldn't give him. "Yes, do it!"
He hissed in a breath, his shaft pulsing inside of her as if with anticipation. "Could no'... please me more."
She trembled in anticipation as well. Would it hurt? Would she cry? But she knew there was no stopping this. She'd signed on for the full experience. This step was her due.
He placed his mouth between her neck and her shoulder and growled loudly against her, alarming her, yet thrilling her. She felt his strong tongue lick her there -
Fangs pierced the skin. She screamed with pain, and with shock because a violent orgasm raged through her. In total abandon, she arched her back beneath him, spreading her knees and mindlessly writhing her hips for more.
Even as he continued plunging between her legs, he didn't withdraw his fangs, seeming unwilling to release her now that he had her like this.
Just when she didn't think she could take any more, she felt his entire body tense over hers. He snarled brutally against her skin, then came in a forceful, searing wave, pumping on and on.
He finally released his hold and collapsed over her, still slowly thrusting, as though savoring their mingled wetness.
"Never lettin' you go."
"I need... to rest, Bowen." Late into that night, her body was sore, utterly spent. "I'm not strong enough for this hour after hour. Please, just a little rest... "
"Sleep." Without withdrawing, he moved them on their sides, with him spooning her. Still inside her, he reached his hand around to cup between her legs, pulling her close and holding her sex. Possessively.