Page 10 of My Brutal Beast

She jerks against me, and I use my thumb to circle her clit. Her cries urge me on. I pull her thigh higher, so I can watch the way her pussy lips close around me. Then I lengthen my tail, glide the ribbed end over her clit and make it vibrate against her.

She shatters. She’s panting, gasping, clinging, and squeezing every part of me she can. She can’t speak. She only screams her pleasure, and the sound echoes through the room.

She comes again before weakly trying to push me away. For that I punish her by adding another finger and curling it in her pussy. I know I’ve found the spot I’m looking for when her eyes widen and she comes once more.

My hand is soaked in her juices, and I’d have it no other way. Tears fall from her eyes on her fifth orgasm. Her thighs are covered in her wetness, her body damp with sweat, and I can’t wait any longer, but I need to move her to a bed. I won’t be gentle when I take her, but I want her as comfortable as possible.

I wrap my arm securely around her waist, spread my wings, and fly to the bedroom. I lay my little star gently on the soft sheets. I’ve made her come so many times she can barely move. Her entire body is relaxed, and even though her eyes are halfway closed, she watches me with anticipation.

I shed my pants and stand before her, completely naked. Her gaze roams over me, taking me in, and she bites her lip. But when she sees my long, hard cock, her eyes widen.

“Don’t worry,” I say with a snarl as I pull her by her ankles, spreading her legs wide. “I’ll fit.” She was made for me, and I won’t stop until her pretty pussy takes me all the way to the base.

I settle in between her legs and lean over her. For a moment I just stare at her, and with each second that passes by, the tension between us grows. She licks her lips and I kiss her. I lick, suck, bite, and nibble her mouth and tongue. Then I position myself at her entrance. Gods how I want to ram into her in one full thrust, but I can’t—not yet.

I brush my cock against her pussy lips. I squeeze the head hard so I won’t come the second I get inside of her, and then I thrust forward. We both gasp at the sensation. I shudder, try to draw in a breath as I give her inch after inch. My little star arches her back. She lifts her hips and wraps her arms around me, trying to pull me closer.

Her pussy grips me like a glove, and all the blood in my body rushes to my cock. I never imagined anything could be so powerful and potent. I would wage wars, burn the world to ash, and sacrifice my life all to have her like this. She is my Helen of Troy, my weakness and salvation.

I grip the sheets beneath me. I want to let my claws extend, to rip into the bed and fuck her with brutal intensity, but I can’t. My little star is human, and the thought of hurting her is unbearable to me.

For a second I don’t move; I need to adjust to her just as much as she does to me. The only sounds in the room are our pants. As I stare into her dark brown eyes, so dilated they’re almost black, I whisper the one thing I know to be true: “You’re mine now, forever.” Then I pull out to the tip—and ram back inside.

She cries out, and it’s a symphony to my ears. She digs her fingers into my back, and the bite of pain only makes me move harder, faster. I want to feel her come undone around my cock. I want to fuck her until she’s delirious, until nothing matters in this world beyond us, because she’s all I see.

I memorize every expression, the way she squeezes her eyes tight as tears of pleasure pour from them, the way her breasts bounce in sync with my thrust, the beautiful curve of her stomach, how she has to fight for every breath.

Her hands slip lower to the base of my wings. She squeezes, holding onto them for dear life, and the sensation that flows through me is indescribable. It turns me wild. My wings expand around us. My hips jerk uncontrollably, and her moans grow louder until she’s screaming with every thrust.

I struggle to regain control. The only thing that pulls me from my madness is the thought that if I continue, I may actually break her. I grab ahold of her arms to pull her hands off me, but she only holds on tighter.

“Stop fighting me, little star,” I growl.

She whimpers, and I realize she enjoys me this way, crazy and feral for her.

The noise that leaves my throat is primal. I grab both her wrists and pin them above her head. “Hold onto the headboard.”

But my little star doesn’t move. Instead, she tries to pull her hands back. She rolls her hips beneath me, and I can’t help the moan that slips from my lips.

I wrap my hand around her neck and squeeze. “Don’t defy me, little star.”

Her eyes grow wide, and the sound she makes would bring me to my knees if I weren’t already on them. I wrap my tail around her wrists, keeping them pinned above her, and she finally grabs onto the headboard. Then I pull her leg over my shoulder and thrust into her harder, deeper.

The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall joins our moans and cries. With each breath I inhale the smell of our sweat and her come, and the way her pussy grips me nearly drives me insane. She’s so wet, so tight, sucking me in with every thrust, covering me in her sweet juices.

She suddenly freezes. Her hips jerk, her pussy spasms around me, and she comes.

But this time it’s different. This time I get to feel her release around my cock.

“Cassandra,” I moan. “I’m going to breed you.”

I can’t get enough of her. Her release is magnificent, and I desperately want to come inside of her, give her my knot, but I need her to come one more time.

I tell myself that’ll be enough because she’s waning. When she comes again, I can’t hold back. A jolt shoots down my spine, my body tenses, my hips move of their own volition, and I release my knot inside of her. It locks us into place. I keep filling her, more and more. My orgasm is endless, and I have enough mind to let go of her wrists and vibrate my tail on her clit once more.

Her hands struggle to grip the headboard, the sheets, anything—she’s tugging the bedding off the mattress, writhing, jerking as I keep coming inside of her, and then she comes again and doesn’t stop. It’s as if her body is trying to compete with mine. The mixture of our come runs out of her, down our legs, leaving a puddle on the sheets. And when I pull her close and roll onto my back, she’s fast asleep.

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