Page 58 of Seized to Sacrifice
‘Scream all you like,’ he said. ‘You’re safe.’
The tip of his cock detached from her flesh, folding itself back together, and becoming more like a human’s. He could wait no longer. He thrust into her channel, letting her adjust to his size.
Elle whimpered, letting out a gasp as she felt the ridges of him when he began to move inside her.
She clawed at his back.
‘Take it,’ he ordered softly. ‘Take the pleasure I give you.’
He moved slowly. This time he wanted to draw it out. He wanted to make the most of this moment.
‘I missed you,’ he murmured. ‘I missed your smile.’ He caressed her breasts. ‘I missed your tits. I missed your cunt that takes my cock so well. I missed the sounds you make when I pleasure you.’ He sighed, continuing to move slowly. ‘I missed everything about you, mate. Your laugh. The way we’d lie with each other at night.’
He felt a pang of regret. Rye and Nyx were his enemies now as much as Thorne was. Never again would they relax together after pleasuring their female. Those times were long dead. He pushed those thoughts from his mind, realizing that this was the first time he’d thought of them properly since the madness had taken him. He gazed down at Elle. She was giving him back his mind. He was no longer simply the ravaging, mindless beast he'd been.
He kept up his slow and easy rhythm, grinding against her intimately, catching that bud at the apex of her thighs with each movement.
She cried out as he brought her to pleasure twice more before he finally succumbed himself, letting out his own deafening roar as he spilled his seed deeply into his mate, a contentment rolling through him that he hadn’t felt in so long that it shocked him.
‘I love you,’ he murmured in her ear and didn't mind when she didn't say it back. ‘You will remember me soon,’ he promised.
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Thorne
What was going on?Thorne was panting and he was lying between a pair of soft thighs. A woman moaned under him, and he froze.
‘What the fuck are you doing?’
She stilled under him. ‘Thorne?’ she murmured faintly.
‘Who the fuck else would it be?’ he ground out low, trying not to groan as she shifted under him, the feeling of her tight channel almost unbearably sublime around his cock.
He drew out of her with a curse, shoving his hard length uncomfortably into his tight breeches.
With an angry snarl, he grabbed her by the shoulders. Her clothes were in a pile beside her, and she lay on her cloak, her legs open. She smelled of him.
‘What are you playing at?’
He shook her.
‘Nothing,’ she whimpered. ‘I’m sorry. I didn't know—’
He drew back, unable to help the unmanly gasp that came from him.The Beast!He didn’t want her to think he cared, but he had to ask the question.
‘Did he hurt you?’
She shook her head.
‘How many times has he done this?’
So that was what the Beast had been doing …whohe'd been doing. Thone looked down at her. If she could have seen his expression in the dark, she’d have been terrified.
‘How many?’ he yelled and watched her cringe under him.
‘Twice, I think,’ she said.
‘You thought to make him and I enemies by fucking one and not the other.’ He laughed, the sound brittle and cruel. ‘Fool. There's been a wedge between us ever since you left. You need do no more.’
