Page 92 of Her Rabid Beasts

A regina claiming a mate this powerful can never hope to maintain dominance for more than a moment.

Nor do I want to.

I want to be devoured by him; I want to be invaded by him. His power shifts, overwhelming me and making the hair on the backs of my arms rise.

Lyle shoves me off him and I stumble backwards, shocked and enraged that he woulddare. He pants, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and staring at me with searing heat and anger in his eyes. I swear I can see that rabid animal beneath his skin, trying to claw out and come to me.

His gaze flicks down to my chest, where a few buttons have come loose, revealing the curves of my breasts.

He closes his eyes as if fighting it, the pain in his face softening me, calming my anger, before his eyes flash open and the pure hot burn of his gaze makes me want to run.

And be chased.

A sly smile curves across my lips.

“Don’t,” he warns, but his voice is barely human.

I turn for the door handle, but he’s so fucking fast. He grabs me, spins me around and thrusts me up against the bedroom wall, his body hard against my back. With my cheek pressed against the wall, Lyle leans down to whisper in my ear.

“You know what yourrunningdoes to me.” He forces it out like it’s a swear word. “You’ve tried to run from methree timesnow, Aurelia.”

In one smooth motion, he rips the shirt in half. Buttons go bouncing in all directions.

“Three times?” I pant. Is he including the timehesent me to my father?

“Yes,” he growls, pulling the shirt down my arms and tossing it to the floor. The left spaghetti strap of my dress slips off my shoulder.

My back is pressed against him, the softness of his shirt a great contrast to the hard body beneath it. And the even harder cock pressed against my ass. I shove my dress up and hook my fingers in my panties to drag them down, but he places his large hands over mine, engulfing them completely and stopping them in their important work.

His breath brushes hot against my ear. “I should spank your ass for what you did in my bed last week.”

I laugh until one of his hands comes around my throat.

“You think that was funny?” His voice is low and dangerous. A dominant male demanding for submission.

Well, I’m not laughing anymore. His second hand slides down past my left breast, following the dip and curve of my side until it comes to rest at my panty line. I shiver under his touch, wiggling my hips to try and get him to move lower.

“It was funny at the time,” I offer, breathlessly.

He grunts, finally sliding his hand under my underwear. His two fingers find my slit and slide between them.

There’s a sharp intake of breath before he slides his fingers through the moisture and murmurs, “Why are you so wet?”

I lean back into him in answer, a high-pitched moan breaking from my throat. One of his thumbs strokes over my mating mark as his other circles myveryswollen, wet clit.

His cock twitches behind me and he presses closer.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he whispers, pressing his lips to my mating mark,ourmating mark, while his fingers slide down and into my needy entrance.

I’m reduced to a stammering, trembling mess.

“Fuck, Lyle,” I gasp as he strokes a big finger in, then out. I’m so wet that we can both hear it as he adds a second fingerand moves in slow, languid motions like he’s savouring the feel of me.

He growls low, and suddenly, his hand is gone. The sound of his zipper coming down sends me into a frenzy and I try to turn around, but he keeps me in place with his massive body.

“You were not what I expected,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “This is not what was supposed to happen.”

His fingers find my entrance again and he stretches me out like he’s testing my ability to have him.

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