Page 93 of Her Rabid Beasts

“I need this,” I pant, pressing my palms against the wall. “I’ve needed it for so long. Just givein to me.”

A hand snakes around my throat and he tilts my chin up to force me to look back at him. His beautiful face glows with strain. Like he’s about to combust.

“Lyle—”

He leans down and captures my mouth roughly and the possession in it makes me swoon.

“I’m not small, Aurelia,” he pants out. “I hope Savage has prepared you for me.”

He’s still in his suit, his bare cock straining against my ass, and I somehow know it wouldn’t have happened any other way. I spread my legs and reach back to grip his cock.

A sharp intake of breath, but he allows me to touch him, watching me as I feel him for the first time. Such a big perfect cock, thick and long, and immediately I know I’ll need him in my mouth soon. Heishuge, bigger than I thought, but not so big that I’m worried. I took Savage, after all.

I watch Lyle’s face. It’s flushed with tension, restrained aggression, and I know he’s still fighting his animus and losing the battle. I position his cock at my entrance, whimpering at the way the wet crown of him demands entry.

“I’m your regina, Lyle. I was made for your cock.”

His hot eyes flick back to mine in surprise before he flexes his hips forward to enter me.

I cry out, breathing him in.

Lyle also lets out a strangled moan as he eases his way inside, stretching me open slowly because my pussy wants to grip onto him.

Goddess, it burns, and I see stars, but it’s a sweet torture to behadby him, to feel his girth claiming my most intimate place.

Then he’s sheathed all the way in, and we just listen to each other’s breaths, feeling the intensity of it. I’m so full of him that it makes me lightheaded. The only thing keeping me up is the hand he has around my neck and his other around my waist. He withdraws and I whimper in protest, immediately craving to be full of him again.

He’s shaking with the force of his own desire when he says, “You didn’t consent, Aurelia.”

“What?” I whisper in confusion.

He’s poised at the entrance of me, and I’m so annoyed that he’s not in me again that I look back at him with a frown.

His amber eyes burn a heavy gold. “You need to consent to this.”

Are my grinding ass and needy moans not enough?

“Say it,” he breathes in my ear. “Tell me with your words that you want me inside you.”

I’m silent in my shock. That he needs to hear this. But he’s Lyle. Of course he does.

Then I grin and say in a low, breathy voice, “Lyle Pardalia, I need you to fuck me with your bare cock and come inside me right fucking now.”

He closes his eyes as if it’s all he wanted to hear, and giving in to the force of his desire, sheathes himself inside me once more.

I moan as light dances inside of me, fractals coming together to form something new.

In that moment, something seems to change within my lion, too.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice is ragged as he growls by my ear and thrusts into me again. “Is this what you fucking wanted? Me uncontrollable, begging to be inside of you?Needingto be inside you over and over again?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Holy shit, Lyle,yes.”

He makes a sound of pure male pleasure in reply, holding me tight, burying his face against our mating mark and fucking me. I tremble and whimper under the force of his cock, the intensity threatening to send me under, but also filling me up, my power stroking his as it enjoys being united with one of the pieces of my soul.

I whisper his name, and it makes him shudder, filling me with profound, golden satisfaction. His grunts are angry and forceful, but he instinctively protects me with his arms, with the careful movement of his hips. Flesh slaps on flesh, and pleasure builds in me like a ball of light just waiting to make me come undone.

“Angel,” he whispers.

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