Page 67 of Brutal Mate

“It does the first time, and a full shift always hurts, but the pain is temporary,” he explained. Picking up her hands, he kissed her claws. “These are a part of you now. You'll barely feel the pain when they come.”

He gazed at her hands as if he thought her claws were the most beautiful thing in the world. Then he kissed them again. First, he kissed her claws, then her knuckles, then her wrists, and finally he trailed kisses up her arms, kissing every inch of her until he reached her shoulders and moved down to her chest.

Miley's breath caught in her throat when he reached her breasts. She cursed herself silently when he paused and looked up at her. “Do you want me to stop?”

Miley shook her head eagerly, her cheeks burning red hot with embarrassment. “No, it's just, I'm not used to this.”

“To being loved?” Kane asked, and Miley's heart skipped a beat.

Is that what this is? she thought, her heart hammering like a trapped bird in her chest. She couldn't help but think it was more than that.

She shrugged and admitted, “All of this. I…I was a virgin before… before we…”

Shit! Why did she have to go and tell him that?

“I can stop if you want me to?” Kane asked.

The dominance of Miley's wolf took over again then. More powerful than she ever even imagined possible, Miley shoved him hard in the chest, forcing him off her and onto his back on the bed.

Again, she straddled him. This time when she tore at his t-shirt, she ripped it right off him, sending it flying across the room.

“Like hell I do!” she growled at him, diving in for a kiss.

Kane kissed her back with such ferocity that it spoke to the animal inside her. She rubbed herself against him like a cat—or a wolf—in heat and arched her back when he stroked his fingertips down her spine.

When they came back up again, she gasped at the way he gripped the roots of her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat.

Leaning up, he kissed her neck, the pressure so deliciously sensual that she felt a growling purr in her throat.

When he tugged gently on her hair, Miley surrendered to him, letting him pull her down onto the bed once more.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm, muscular body pressed against her own. She heard the click of his belt buckle as he popped it open and enjoyed the way his body rippled against hers as he shimmied his way out of his jeans.

Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she welcomed his cock inside her. Just as it had the last time, it filled her fit to bursting, bordering on painful. And she groaned with the way he paused, allowing her to grow accustomed to his presence before he started to thrust his hips back and forth, back and forth, slow and rhythmic, as if he were trying to write the perfect song with the perfect tempo.

With his bike and his tattoos and his tough-guy attitude, Miley had anticipated his skills in bed would be much more aggressive, with much more power and anger and just plain fucking.

But this was like nothing she ever could have imagined.

It was all sensual, the stroking of lips on her throat, the melding of bodies as she clung onto his back with her claws, the dancing of his cock inside her as he worked her toward orgasm.

It was all she had ever dreamt of and more.

Yes, Kane was still aggressive in his lovemaking. Each thrust was right to the very root of him, and he filled her up to the point of stretching. Yes, he pinned her to the bed, and she couldn't have moved even if she had wanted to, and yes, he growled and groaned in her ear. And yes, she was utterly and overwhelmingly at his mercy.

And yet, she loved every single second of it. The tenderness of his kisses on her throat, on her lips, on her breasts, was enough to bring tears to her eyes.

When she finally came, his cock pushing her right over the edge with such sweet ecstasy, she actually cried. Not only did she tilt back her head and scream with pleasure, she actually cried. Tears rolled down her cheeks, unbridled tears of joy and love and the knowledge that this was more than just love. It was so, so, so much more than that.

The animal inside her was sure of it. She didn't know how or why, but she and Kane were connected. They had been from the very moment they had met, maybe even before that, as if they had always been destined to find each other.

She knew it right down to the very marrow of her bones, and it made everything about their lovemaking intoxicating.

He utterly overwhelmed her. She gave herself over to him freely, pouring her heart and soul into him as she tilted her pelvis up to take everything he had to give.

And when she felt the oddly familiar throbbing of his cock and heard the change in his breathing, she knew what came next. She welcomed it wholeheartedly.

Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she pulled him in close, screaming with pleasure as her own climax came again while he spilled his seed deep inside her.

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