Page 71 of Brutal Mate

“Yes, yes!” she gasped, her hands buried in leaf mulch, clenched into fists.

“Show me how much you need it, baby,” he urged her, and Miley did just that. She rocked back and forth, taking every inch of his cock inside her.

Quivering with the pleasure of it, she lost herself to the sensation, everything else around her merely melting away.

She had no idea how, but every time they had sex, it always felt better than the last.

Yes, it had only been two months, but she was certain there should have at least been one less pleasurable event by now.

Still, there hadn't been, and Miley was determined to enjoy every second while it lasted.

“Oh, please, Kane!” Miley groaned when she felt as if her knees and elbows might give way. “I need…I need you to—”

She didn't have to finish the sentence. Kane grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her back to him. He thrust deep inside her.

In and out, in and out he went, driving her wild with the intoxicating sensation of his cock moving deliciously slowly inside of her. She felt every inch of him, every ripple of his rock-hard cock as he entered her, exited and slammed right back in.

He drove her mad with frustration, teasing and tormenting her until she felt as if she couldn't take anymore.

Then, finally, when she was about to beg him all over again, he leaned forward and slipped his hand down between her thighs.

“Oh, God!” she gasped, and when he wrapped his free arm around her chest to pull her back to him, she knelt obediently and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.

His one hand played with her breasts, squeezing them and twisting the nipples ever so gently while his other expertly worked her clit, his cock doing the rest of the work to make her cum over and over.

The essence of her climaxing over and over dripped down her thighs, and she panted for breath until her throat was so dry she could no longer even scream.

How. is. this. even. possible. Even her mind was breathless. She was heady with desire and pleasure, her wolf writhing inside of her like a bitch in heat. And all she wanted now was for him to give his final gift.

Struggling for breath, shaking so badly she thought she might fall if he let her go, she reached down and behind her, barely able to grip hold of his balls without straining her shoulder.

“Please, Kane, I need you to cum for me,” she whispered, turning her face to meet his.

His hand left her breasts and instead cupped around her throat, pinning her to him so he could kiss her again and again.

His body grew more and more tense, quivering against her, and she knew what was coming. She squeezed his balls gently until she heard him grunt, “Fuck!”

Then she released him, and at the very same moment his throbbing cock released a fountain of warm, sticky ecstasy inside her.

***

The sun was just returning to Nightstar when Kane and Miley finally made their way from the woods back to the manor.

Still fizzing with the pleasure of their playtime and their lovemaking—over and over again—Miley's smile beamed from ear to ear.

When Kane helped her to tie her simple sheath dress around the back of her neck and kissed the side of her throat affectionately, she quivered and turned in his arms.

Standing just within the shadow of the trees, she pressed her palms against his chest and kissed him.

“I could do that all over again,” she whispered against his lips, and when her eyes fluttered open she could see the agreement on his handsome face.

Gripping her by the buttocks, he pulled her close. Even through the material of her dress, his touch was intoxicating.

“As could I, but I don't think it would be a good idea right now,” he said, his gaze darkening.

Miley cocked her head. He had never turned her down before, not once.

“Why?” she asked, her throat constricting.

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