Page 78 of Feral Possession

“Marcus,” she growled.

“Patience,” he coached as his fingers hooked her panties, shoving them down her legs. His calloused palm grazed the back of her knee, then slid up her thigh. Higher. Higher. Again, too slow. Her sex throbbed, aching for his touch. The teacher had become the student.

“Now, Marcus. Please.” She jiggled her leg.

“Since you asked nicely,” he purred, his hot fingers stoking between her thighs. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes!” She fell against him, her muscles quivering.

“Spread your legs for me, beautiful,” Marcus demanded against the top of her head.

Dove was eager to comply. Thick fingers slid easily into her slick opening. Thrusting in. Out. In. His thumb circled her clit, and it was everything she could do to remain standing.

“Almost. Goddess, I’m almost there,” she gasped.

Those delightful fingers vanished.

“Damn you,” she cried out, choking on a laugh.

Marcus’s dark chuckle tickled her nerve endings.

He scooped her into his arms. “I win.”

“Cheater,” she purred against his lips, then kissed him with all the pent-up passion he’d built. Her back hit the mattress, and Marcus followed her down.

His powerful body rested between her thighs. She circled her legs around his hips and ground her opening against his eager cock.

“Please, Marcus, I need you.” She writhed on his shaft.

“Do you?” He held back, gazing down at her, brushing her hair from her cheek. “Because I’m pretty sure it’s me who needs you, and frankly, it scares the shit out of me.”

“And still it’s you who has all the power,” she reminded him, arching her hips. After all, he was the one denying both their pleasures.

“If you only knew…” He pressed his forehead to hers and thrust.

“Ah,” she cried out. Goddess, how he filled her. Thankfully, he stilled. “One moment,” she said. “Just give me a moment to adjust.”

“I’ll give you forever,” he growled in a supernatural voice that had her instincts sitting up, taking notice. Shadows loomed. The lights flickered.

“Marcus?”

“I’m here. With you.” He peered into her eyes, both pupils tight pinpoints, no demon in sight.

“Yes, you are,” she purred, rolling her hips.

Leaning up on his forearms, he surged inside of her. “Beautiful, Dove,” he groaned.

She loved the broken tone of his voice. Muscles bulged in his powerful biceps. His body strong where hers was weak. His flesh dark and impenetrable, where hers was soft and rosy. Together, they were darkness and light.

“More. More of that.” She gasped, and he drove into her. With each thrust, her hips arched to meet him. The two of them, in perfect sync. Each stroke hit her clit in just the right spot. Pressure built. Marcus’s harsh grunts music to her ears.

Still, she felt some piece was missing. She turned her head, baring her throat. “Take my blood, Marcus. I need you to.” He’d denied her in the past. She wanted that connection.

“Don’t know if I have enough control.” He shook his head, sweat slicking his forehead.

“I trust you.” Trusted his demon as well. Neither would harm her.

“Please,” she begged, grinding her sex against him, driving him deeper into her depths.

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