Page 70 of Brutal Mate

Neither of them spoke. There was no need to. They were merely content in each other's company, bathed in the silver light of the moon and breathing deeply of the air that had turned chilled as the sun went down.

Winter would arrive soon, and yet it was the first Miley was actually looking forward to. Usually, winter meant long, cold and dark nights stuck at her parents' home with nothing to do but try and avoid her ruthlessly abusive rather, but this winter would be different. This winter, she was a werewolf, and she didn’t feel the cold at all as she once had.

Gazing down at her left hand, she admired the indent upon her skin where her golden wedding band and diamond ring ordinarily sat when she was in human form. Though she had left them at the manor for safe-keeping, she imagined them now, all bright and shining on her finger, and marveled at how good it felt.

Everything felt better now. Her body no longer ached with the battering of her father, and even her soul felt as if it were beginning to heal.

Just lying in Kane's arms every night healed her a little bit more.

She scoffed happily at the feeling of being stuck in a dream.

“What is so funny?” Kane asked, finally breaking the silence. He reached up and entwined his left hand with hers. The indent on his own finger made Miley smile.

“Nothing,” she whispered, unwilling to disturb the peace that surrounded them. “I just can’t help but laugh at my own imagination. I mean, I love to read, but who in their right mind imagines themselves a werewolf married to a wolf man?”

Kane gripped her chin and pulled her face around to look at him.

“You think you're dreaming, do you?” he growled low in his throat.

“How could I not be?” she asked, smirking back at him. “This is all just too perfect.”

Kane cocked a brow at her. “What must I do to convince you this is all very, very real?”

The tone of his voice became a deep-throated challenge that made Miley quiver.

“Oh, I don't know,” she said teasingly, nuzzling the tip of her nose against his. “I'm certain you could come up with something.”

Kane growled through gritted teeth and, using his body, forced her down onto the ground.

The leaf mulch was cool and damp against her back, but Kane was warm and inviting as he slipped on top of her.

“This'll certainly do it,” she whispered as he nipped at her neck.

He growled in her ear, “Turn over.”

Then, before she could do so, he gripped her chin and kissed her hard.

Fuck! She bit back the urge to say it out loud and did as he asked.

Turning beneath him, she arched her back and pressed her buttocks back against him, inviting him inside her. But it wasn't his cock that entered her.

Instead, his fingers danced against her sex, teasing and tormenting her until she pushed so hard against him, she thought she might push him over.

“Does this feel real enough for you?” he asked, slipping his middle finger deep inside her as he gripped the roots of her hair and pulled her head back to kiss her cheek.

She arched and arched her back, utterly at his mercy as he worked her expertly towards climax.

“Fuck! Kane! Stop!” she pleaded with him, but he ignored her, and she didn't blame him because truly, she didn't want him to. She knew that he knew her well. Over the last few months, they'd had sex enough times to know each other's bodies blindfolded.

But this was intense, almost too intense. She tried to break free of him only for him to tug on her hair ever so gently, urging her back against his hand as he slipped a second finger inside her.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “I need you to cum for me.”

His need was all it took for her to climax. It sent such a shockwave through her that she tipped her head back and howled at the moon.

That was when his fingers slipped from her, and in the second's pause it took her to begin to feel disappointment, his cock entered her. It was swift, precise and almost painful, her pussy squeezing so tightly around him that she thought she might actually break something.

He paused, stroking her buttocks, her hips, her back. “Is that what you need?”

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