Page 118 of Feral

“Are ya sure?” I asked.

Her smile was wild and beautiful.

“I want to ride you under the moon, Fraser. Would you like that?” She slipped my crown through her pussy lips. “Would you like to use me again, like a toy on your cock? Dragging me up and down your length and making me come before you knot me again?”

My groan ended with a low growl as I bared my teeth at her. The animal in me was awake once more and I hadn’t the strength to cage him. Not when my mate was begging the savage part of me to come out a play.

She shivered, cheeks flushing as she stared down at me, and I knew my mate desperately wanted my beastly side. It made me howl in triumph as I gripped her hips and brought her down onto my cock. She was so tight that every slide through her made me hungry for more. And when at last she was seated, with my knot pressing against her pearl, the little vixen began to swirl her hips, pleasuring herself against me.

With her head thrown back, dark hair trailing down her moon-baptized flesh as she played with her breasts, Daphne’s sensual beauty took my breath away. She may have believed that I was in control, but really, the creature in me bowed to her whims, her wants. If she had told me to stop, I knew that I would, without hesitation because I couldn’t hurt her, couldn’t do anything but what she wanted. It was part of the makeup of my beast now, a realization that had me letting go of my fears and being swept away with Daphne. I reached up and circled her throat with my hand, needing to possess her completely.

“Yes,” she groaned, “own me. Use me.”

Her movements sped up, little mewls accenting her breaths. I matched her rhythm and bucked up at the same time. Soon she was trembling, her breathing erratic as her release began to coil like a spring within her. I saw the moment it snapped. Her fingernails dug into my chest and her tight cunny milked my cock so hard that I nearly knotted her instantly.

She was so beautiful when she came, free and unfiltered, incomprehensible words flowing from her lips. Only I could do this to her. Only I could make her cry and beg for more even as she was overcome with the power of her release.

The beast in me howled once again and I flipped her onto her back. I was snarling now, my only thought to rut her hard and deep.

“Mine, mine,” I breathed as I thrust over and over into her.

When my knot finally breached her pussy, she gripped it so tight that I saw stars and I roared into the night as I expended inside of her. This time, it wasn’t just the sensation of her cunny. It was everything.

My soul sang to hers in this moment, a Mundane woman with not a drop of supernatural in her. Yet, she was my true mate, the answering call of my deepest loves and wants. Daphne was the missing piece of my soul, calming the beast in me with her gentleness, her bravery and love.

“My mate,” I licked her stomach, her breasts, her throat. “My mate.”

It was all I could say as my orgasm ebbed, leaving me raw inside.

“Yours, Fraser,” she whispered, winding her arms around me.

I rolled us onto my side so I could hold her while we waited for my knot to release her. She wasn’t so over sensitized this time, but I could see her fatigue. My little mate had been used thoroughly, and there wasn’t a hint of regret from her. In fact, she grinned up at me, her eyes glassy with the afterglow.

“So,” she said nuzzling against me, “it’s going to be pretty hard to top this tomorrow night.”

I chuckled, running a hand over her peach of an arse.

“I’m sure I’ll think of somethin’,” and I spread her cheeks just a little to run a finger through them.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Have you ever been taken here?” I asked, a sudden spike of jealousy at the thought that anyone had the privilege before me.

“No,” she breathed. “I…I never really trusted anyone enough.”

“But ya trust me enough?”

“Yes,” she pressed a kiss to my chest. “Though I think we’ll have to start slow. I’m not ready for you back there just yet.”

“Mmmm…” I ran my finger once again between her luscious cheeks. “Then that’s what we’ll do. But someday, dear Daphne, I’m going to take this virgin arse while ya use one of those toys on yer pretty little cunny. Would ya like that?”

She took in a sharp inhale, licking her parted lips.

“Yes. Very much.”

“But for right now,” I stood up, my arm banded around her to keep Daphne flush with me, “we’re gonna get ya into the bath.”

“Someone will see!” she looked around as she clung to me.

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