Page 65 of Captive Hybrid

He gapes in mock-horror. Only want me for my tongue, do you?

Blush heats my cheeks.

In that case—Mordecai disentangles himself from me, scooting down to the other side of our small tent and gently flips me onto my stomach, still careful of the bite on my ass. He spreads my legs and raises my hips slightly as I let out an excited squeal.

His warm tongue trails over my sex and I gasp. He uses his fingers, too. Mordecai pushes his tongue deep inside me, eliciting a moan from my lips. I arch my back, pushing my hips closer to him, needing more.

Amusement pulses from him. I knew you’d like this. His tongue presses down hard on the nub of my clit and I squeak in pleasure. He nibbles on me ruthlessly, my hips wiggling, squirming. The burning pain in my ass fades as another gripping wave of desire washes over me, the heat and ache of the bite makes everything feel deeper.

Mordecai grips my thighs, keeping my legs apart even as I try to squeeze them closed for a chance of friction. No, you don’t. He spanks my ass—not the wounded side—and I exhale sharply, shocked at the pleasurable sting.

Are you holding back your wolf strength?

No. I don’t need to. You’re my mate. You’re designed to be with me.His hand comes down again, slightly harder, sending a shock from right to my sex, causing me to buck wildly.

I need you, I plead.

Mordecai chuckles, low in his throat. I know if we were connected, I would have felt every vibration of it. And I want that more than anything. I want him more than anything.

Still on my hands and knees, he pushes two fingers into my near-dripping wet sex. My back arches.

How about I fuck you like this?

Yes, my voice almost sounds like a growl, too.

Mordecai adjusts himself behind me, gently pushing my torso so that I’m arching my back more, then smoothly, slowly, enters me. At this angle, his shaft feels much bigger, thicker, pressing into me. He moves slowly at first, without rush, letting me get used to him.

I feel deliciously full as he starts pounding into me. With one hand, he oh, so, gently brushes his mark, his skin slightly rubbing the sensitive wound.

A little burn of pain flares on the contact, but as he thrusts in deeper, the pain turns to a tsunami of unrelenting pleasure. I let out a wild moan. Yes, yes. My pleasure builds, more intense even than last time. Holy crap.

Mordecai grasps my hips firmly, bringing himself into me all the harder, fucking me as deeply as possible.

My mind whirls, completely lost in the feel of him.

He reaches around and grasps my breasts roughly, pinching and pulling until my body can’t take it anymore. I cry out with my pleasure as my climax doesn’t wash over me, but ravages my body. His claws extend a little, leaving shallow marks on the underswell of my breasts.

After a few harder thrusts, Mordecai comes too, his pleasure pulsing deep inside me until I swear I can feel it in my bones.

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