One Insatiable

My voice is a tenuous little sound, soft and frightened, and his brow lines. “No. I don’t play games, Mercy.”

He releases me and starts to move away, but I cling to him, holding his arm, trying to pull him back. “Let me explain.” I hate how weak I sound. “It wasn’t a game.”

He catches my wrists, throwing me back on the bed, pinning me beneath him.

“Why are you here? You need me to fuck you, but you need him to make you legit?”

His words are so cruel and full of anger. It’s as if he really did hit me. Still, I have to make him hear me. “No!”

“Then tell me why. I’ll tell you if I understand.”

His grip on my arms is painful, but I struggle through the pain. “I want you. I only want you. Not him.”

“Now and not yesterday?” He releases me, throwing me away from him onto the bed as he sits up, preparing to leave. “No thanks.”

“Wait!” I scramble against the mattress, wrapping my arms around him, catching him from the front. “Listen to me!”

My breasts are pressed against his chest as I hold his neck. Our faces are so close, and we’re both breathing fast.

“I wanted you yesterday.” His green eyes focus on my mouth before flickering up to my eyes, which I hope are filled with all the desperation I feel.

An angry noise erupts from his throat, and he turns me, pushing me forward on the bed with the force of his weight. I’m temporarily winded, and I don’t have time to recover before he shoves my legs open with his knee. I’m just getting my bearings when…

“Oh, god!” I cry out. He pushes into me from behind in one violent thrust.

“Is this what you want?” he growls.

Gripping both my arms, he pump

s faster into me — faster and harder, causing me to moan, causing my back to arch up toward him. Leaning down, he pulls the skin at the base of my neck between his teeth and bites me. I feel the pierce of his panther fangs, and an explosion of orgasm clenches my insides.

“Yes, Koa! Yes…” His movement temporarily falters. For a second, he seems to hesitate. Then he comes back, pumping me with as much intensity as before.

His face is in the side of my hair. His lips graze my ear as his beard tingles the sensitive skin of my neck. “Say it,” he growls, still rocking.

I’m on the brink of splitting in two. His passionate anger, his roughness, his bite, all of it has me twisting beneath him, desperate for the orgasm that’s just in my grasp, that’s snaking up the insides of my thighs.

“I tasted it on your blood,” he grinds out, fucking me so hard. “Say it, Mercy.”

I know what he wants. My eyes squeeze shut as my hips begin to jerk. “Oh, god!” I wail, shuddering with the pleasure rocketing through my body. “Oh, god, yes!”

I’m writhing. My hips are bucking up, meeting him as my orgasm blanks my mind.

“Say it,” his low growl is right in my ear, pulling me back.

My mouth opens, and I surrender. I confess the words I’ve been resisting for days. “I’m yours. I belong to you.”

“Fuck.” As soon as I say it, his orgasm breaks. He thrusts into me two more times before he stills, vibrating with the intensity of our connection, both our hearts pounding with the weight of the truth.

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Koa

Mercy is tight in my arms, trembling and spent. I’m holding her with all my strength, sated and stunned.

I had been so angry with her last night, and this morning when she tried to sneak into my bed as if nothing had happened, I wanted to shake her. I had visions of crazy things like pulling her across my lap and spanking her until her ass glowed red. Instead I bit her, and the anger inside me disintegrated.

As her blood touched my tongue, reality hit me like a sledgehammer. Yes, I’d had the feelings, stronger as the days had progressed, as we’d continued making love.