Page 17 of Cozy Prisons
She bared teeth at him and tried to pull her legs free, but not hard enough to actually break his grip. Palathum was an exceptionally skilled warrior. If she wanted out from under him, she had the ability to incapacitate him in many different ways, probably without much effort.
It excited him to know that she was letting him dominate her. It was like handling a deadly animal that could kill the holder with one wrong move. It was up to him to make it perfect for her or potentially suffer the consequences.
Holding her legs wide, he knelt between them and pressed his face into her sex. She was dripping wet from their brief struggle and he got to lap up her slick and oil.
Palathum stopped fighting him. She writhed as he worked her with his tongue and mouth. As if she couldn’t hold back any longer, she grabbed his head and pushed down harder.
Risking her wrath, he nipped her sensitive flesh with his sharp teeth. She screamed and jerked, her claws digging in between the plates at the back of his head.
Her body went rigid and her clit-dick pulsed in his mouth. He kept sucking until Palathum let go of his head, her arms going limp. Letting go of her ankles, he lifted his head to look up the length of her body. She was watching him through half closed eyes, her nose slits flaring from her rapid breathing.
“My Uthar,” she whispered. “My male. My mate. Mine.”
Sitting up, he gazed down at her, enjoying the way her body looked limp and satiated. “My Palathum. My female. My mate. Mine. You don’t think you’re done yet, do you?”
She let out a startled gasp when he grabbed her hips to slide her down a little. Her thighs were on either side of his. He forced them wider by spreading his knees. As much as he could suck at her sweet sex for days, he was eager to be inside her now.
Instead of fighting to get away, Palathum wrapped her legs around his hips and tried to draw him closer. “Do it!”
He resisted her. “I will, but on my time.” Fisting his cock, he stroked with slow sweeps of his hand. “Is this what you want? Tell me.”
“Yes, I want your shaft,” she said, trying to pull at him forward with her legs. Again he held against her strength.
“No, no, I’m in charge,” he reminded her, continuing to stroke up and down. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to shove that cock inside me,” she growled. “If you don’t do it now, I’ll bite the damn thing off.”
Pulling back her lips, she clacked her teeth at him. It sent a shiver down his spine. By the ancestors, he loved how dangerous his mate was.
Grabbing her hips, he angled her up and pressed the head of his shaft to her entrance. He eased the tip in, enjoying the way she moaned. Once the head was inside, he went still.
“More!” she demanded, trying to press up and impale herself on him. He placed a hand on her belly, forcing her to stay down.
“I want to take my time. I want to savor sliding into your heat. There is no pleasure like fucking you, and I won’t be pushed to rush it!”
Palathum bared her claws and grabbed hold of his shoulders. The exquisite pain of her claws digging in between his plates made him gasp.
“Give me what I want,” she demanded.
He sounded a challenging rattle. “Try and take it.”
Using her whole body like a spring, she flipped the two of them in a move so fast he didn’t realize what was happening until she was on top. Being slammed down had knocked the air from him. He had to focus on sucking in a lung full of air as she sounded a rattle of triumph.
“Do you think I’m some weak female to accept what you give me? Never! I’m Palathum! I take what I want!”
The move caused the tip of his shaft to slip out of her. With a knee on the outside of each of his thighs, she hovered her sex over him. He watched her grab his shaft in one hand, the tip of her claws pressing into his tender flesh but not piercing.
Holding him still with the threat of shredding his flesh, she pressed her sex down on his shaft. Once the tip was inside her, she let go of his cock and slammed down, making them both cry out.
He cupped her ass with both hands, his claws digging in with every down stroke. It only made her movements more frantic.
He waited until her head fell back with growing pleasure to make a move of his own. Rearing up, he wrapped his arms around her chest, locking her arms at her side. Then he rolled them over so she was under him again.
She gasped, then growled and started fighting again. “No!”
“Yes,” he growled, keeping his lock on her body and pumping into her. “I’m going to fill you with my seed. I’m going to fuck you until there’s a baby in you. Fighting won't stop this. I’m going to breed you, Palathum.”
She kept fighting to get loose, but not hard enough to break his hold. “I’m not some animal.”
