Page 47 of Beta Hybrid

Zenna

On my back, my eyes close as Cai lowers his lips to my skin. He starts slowly but with an undercurrent of urgency, kissing, nipping at my lips, then down my cheek, up my neck. By the time he gets to my breasts, I’m already a little breathless. He grips my nipples and twists and I moan, bucking my hips.

He yanks my jeans off—thankfully, without ripping them—then his own, and we’re both bare for each other.

His body heat should make the small cabin stifling, but the air up here is cool and crisp. He slowly lowers himself to me. His cock is long and hard, nearly pulsing for me.

Come to me, I beg him.

Cai growls, pulling my legs apart. He bites my inner thigh, not even breaking skin, and I moan, needing so much more. He reaches up, toying with my nipple, tugging, yanking at me as I whimper desperately. He lowers his face to my sex and licks me. A shudder passes over me and I buck again. He has to stop touching my nipple to hold my hips down while he licks me relentlessly. I try to keep my moaning from spilling into the night, but my mind is solely focused on right where my mate is licking.

His tongue presses firmly on my clit as he slides two fingers into me, slow for only a moment, then pumping in and out roughly.

‘Fuck,’ I moan.

Cai briefly locks gazes with me to grin. ‘Oh, I like that.’ He pumps his fingers harder, curling slightly until I’m writhing. ‘Tell me you need me, baby.’

What a jerk. Making me ask for it, I tease.

Cai lowers his head, biting my thighs, then spins me and bites my ass, still pumping two fingers and out of me. I bury my face in my pillow to keep from crying out at the delicious pleasure-pain of the bite and his fingers.

Fuck, Cai. I need you. Please, fuck me.

A low rumble of satisfaction pours from him, rolling through his whole body and into mine. Yes, ma’am. He removes his fingers, then presses down on the bite mark with the heel of his hand, eliciting a hiss that makes me clench. He lines up behind me, still pressing on the bite, and thrusts into me. A moan tears from me as he begins to fuck me without restraint.

I’ve missed you, Cai says, desperate. His strokes are hard, thundering into me with all his strength, all the power I crave from him.

My mind is beyond forming words, so I only moan for him. He reaches around me, his fingers rubbing mercilessly at my clit while he pounds into me, his hip pressing into the burning bite mark with each hard thrust.

I lean forward, tilting my ass up slightly, to bury my face into a pillow to keep from screaming. The pressure building in my belly is warm, intense, but I’m not ready for it. I want to hold on a bit longer. I buck back, my hips meeting Cai’s urgent plunges.

Fuck, you feel so good. His hands press into my ass firmly.

A cry escapes my lips, savouring every moment. T—turn me over. I want to do something.

Without hesitation, he does as I ask. He re-enters me, still smiling. What do you want? His thrusts are just as hard while I’m on my back.

I want to mark you, too. My vines lift off my arms. Is that okay?

I feel him shudder inside me, his eyes darker with lust than I’ve ever seen. Fuck yes. Do whatever pleases you. And don’t worry, I heal fast. Dig as hard as you want.

I gush at his words, squeezing around his cock inside me. His mouth parts in a silent gasp. My vines reach for him, wanting to embrace my mate.

Cai leans forward, eyes fluttering with anticipation. Yes, Zen. Claim me.

As he thrusts into me—fuck yes to werewolf stamina—harder, faster, more urgent, my vines slowly wrap around him, first snaking up his side, then over his stomach. Where my vines grasp him, thorns kiss his skin, creating little pricks of blood. They wrap around his bulging arms, up, over his back, over his ass, around his legs.

Cai’s eyes are dark, and I can feel his desire deep within our bond. Without even using words to communicate, we silently agree. As my vines caress his skin, he squeezes my sore ass as he circles my clit.

I come with a short scream, forgetting the pillow to muffle it. I clamp my vines down on him. He tilts his head back, silver eyes flashing in a sharp, pleasure-filled growl. His hips piston into me roughly, and he comes, hard.

For several long moments, we remain like that, both of us riding out the intense waves of our orgasms. By far, the most intense of my life. I carefully remove my vines as Cai sets me down as gently as he can.

Even as I kneel to reach out and stroke his chest, the little wounds from my vines are closing up. His eyes are more black than silver. I take heaving breaths as I touch his cheek, watching my marks fade. ‘How was that?’ I rasp.

Cai’s eyes meet mine, flashing. He turns me and licks me, healing my wounds. I laugh lightly. ‘You didn’t have to do that. I like them.’

‘I know, but I’m not done with you yet.’ He pushes me face down, his tongue between my legs. I moan, bucking against him, missing the familiar burn of his bite. Already, the building pressure blossoms in my belly.

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