Page 66 of His to Possess

She raked her hands through her strands of hair, the look on her face wild and free. “Not so fast.”

“Hmmm… I think you need a lesson in who’s boss.” There was no hesitation. I simply grabbed her wrist as I sat up, pulling her over my lap. While she squealed and wiggled, I peppered her ass with several hard swats, moving from side to side in a rapid motion.

“Oh, no. You’re not… You’re not doing this.” She fought hard, laughing as she attempted to take back control.

I continued to smack her beautiful bottom, enjoying the heat building in my hand. I’d never felt this playful or free, the moment more vulnerable than I could ever imagine. Suddenly, I was unable to let the controlling side of me go. With ease, I pushed her down onto the bed, dragging first one leg over my shoulder then the other before leaning over.

Panting, she smacked her hands against my chest, her breathing raspy. “That’s no fair.”

“Everything is fair because it’s my choice.” The guttural rasp of my voice was followed by a series of growls, but something happened in the few moments I held her in place.

This was no longer just about carnal attraction, a connection that neither one of us could ignore or explain. This was about much more. A coupling. Sharing.

I planted my hands on either side of her, hovering.

Waiting.

This was her choice.

A slight smile crossed her face as her eyes darted back and forth across mine. She slid her hand down, easing the tip of my cock to her pussy, rubbing my cockhead up and down for a few seconds. When she finally placed my shaft just inside, she seemed embarrassed, as if allowing me to see her vulnerability was more troubling than anything we’d experienced before.

“I promise that I won’t hurt you,” I said quietly.

“But you will never let me go. Will you?”

“Not unless you ask, but I hope you won’t.”

She nodded only once, lifting her arms over her head in a moment of surrender. Her lower lip continued to tremble as I slid my cock in an inch at a time. The way her muscles expanded, accepting the thick invasion pulled on my heartstrings. I’d never felt this way before, had never allowed myself to be this close.

Even with the single woman I’d cared about, I’d never been able to let go. There was something cathartic about our closeness, an absolution that few of our kind ever received. At least not from a pure human. We were always guarded, never far from our beast. With Kathleen, I knew that I could train my beast.

Mate. She’s your mate.

The words filtered into my mind. Suddenly, I didn’t want to change her, to force her to live her life as a monster. I would do everything in my power to protect her in more than one way. Another tug at my heart reminded me that with one single mistake, I’d take the life she knew away from her.

For a few seconds, I was pulled into despair until she cupped my face.

“It’s okay, Max. I want you. I need you. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I just… I crave everything about you. Make love to me. Please.”

Her words were said with such softness, every word reeking of passion and…

Love.

I closed my eyes, resisting the woeful howl that gurgled in my chest. Now was the time for joy, although we might never share it again. Tonight, she did belong to me.

I thrust into her again, the feel of her muscles surrounding me sizzling every nerve ending.

“Oh. Oh. Yes!” She trembled underneath me, her face twisted in pure ecstasy and in those few moments, I realized nothing had ever felt better.

* * *

“While no one within the law enforcement community is talking, it is evident that Denver could have a serial killer in its presence. All efforts at finding the detectives in charge have proven futile, further indicating that the good people of our city should be concerned.”

“Turn that shit off,” Kathleen barked, cursing under her breath. Every news station in the city had finally been tipped off to certain elements of the case. At least the medical examiner hadn’t lied about her exchange with reporters. I had to wonder whether she’d given them insider information, which would further fuel the conspiracy theory.

“They’re just doing their jobs,” I said quietly, even though I had no intention of listening to any more of the bullshit.

“Their jobs. Yeah, which makes ours more difficult. The killer is likely basking in his glory right about now, no doubt powering back shots of tequila and laughing.”

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