“Are you gonna ride me, baby?” He tucked the wide crest at the opening to her body and felt the hormonal pre-cum pulse from the head to the ultra-snug channel awaiting him. “Take what’s yours.”
She pressed into the penetration, moaning as the crest began stretching her, parting and exciting the slick inner muscles as he felt them close over the tip of his cock.
“Fuck. So sweet and tight. Go ahead, baby, take my dick.”
A cry whispered from her lips as her hips jerked, taking more of him. With each increment she forced inside her, the pulse of the hormone filled her, easing the muscles, sensitizing them, making her pleasure hotter, brighter, as it sensitized his own flesh.
She was tighter than a fist wrapped around the head of his cock. Her hips rocked, shifted, lifted, then lowered again, working him inside her until Dog was sure he’d die from the incredible pleasure. It was like sinking into the center of an ecstasy so pure he could feel it against his skin, taste it against his tongue.
His hands jerked from the sheet to her hips, gripping them as he felt her trembling above him.
“Scared, baby?” he whispered up at her as her head tossed, her hands suddenly gripping his wrists as she levered herself straighter, her hips rocking against his. “You’re so fucking tight. It’s pleasure and pain at once.”
Her juices spilled along the head lodged inside her as another harder, fuller pulse of his pre-cum ejaculated inside her. Her muscles clenched and rippled, tightening on him and sucking his erection deeper inside her.
“Harder, baby,” he groaned. “Work yourself on my cock harder. Take it. Let me hear you cry for it.”
She was trying to restrain her cries as well as the hunger building inside her.
“Let the fuck go,” he snarled up at her. “Damn you, don’t you pull back now.”
Levering his upper body up, he caught a hard nipple in his mouth, sucked it in deep, hard. His mouth closed around it, tongue lashing at it as she froze for one timeless second.
Then, the wild, inner core of her jerked free of her control, surged inside her. Her hips bucked, one hand locked in his hair, bearing down, taking him deeper, deeper …
Ah fuck. He was buried full length inside her, throbbing, her grip on his cock so tight several ejaculations of the hormone filled her one after the other. He released her breast and his back hit the bed, hips arching as he forced his eyes to stay open, just to watch her.
Her cries washed over him. Straightening, she tipped her head back and began to move, rocking, lifting and falling as her hair caressed his thighs, licked over his balls. His fantasy come to life, his wild little halfling riding him as those sensual curls teased his flesh with the lightest touch.
It was the most erotic experience, the most sensual pleasure, he’d ever known in his life, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her there forever. Just let the world recede and do nothing but spend his life buried in the heat and acceptance this one woman wrapped him in.
But the world wouldn’t recede, and as her flesh milked and stroked over his cock, the pleasure tightened, rose, began straining at his senses with the need to come. His teeth clenched, hips arched to her, a growl rumbling in his chest.
Then he felt her stiffen, felt her losing her breath. Gripping her hips, he gave her what she needed, moving beneath her, thrusting hard and deep inside her as he felt her unraveling. Her pussy locked around his shuttling cock, so fucking tight, rippling, sucking at his erection as her orgasm exploded through her.
The intensity of her release, the pleasure whipping through him, sent his own senses exploding, his seed shooting inside her as he felt his cock swell halfway up the shaft, locking him inside as his release gained momentum and he swore took the top of his head off.
Son of a bitch …
It was like fucking dying in ecstasy. He heard her cries echoing around him, felt her collapse against him, and all he could do was hold her to him as his hips jerked between her thighs, each ejaculation milking him dry.
When it was over, he had to fight to breathe. His breaths were sawing from his chest, his teeth locked in her shoulder, and hers locked at his chest.
He could feel her canines piercing his flesh, her tongue spilling the heat of her mating hormone to the small wounds, marking him as no other woman ever could.
She was marking him.
The primal satisfaction that raced through him was nearly as heady as the physical release. She was his. Completely, irrevocably. God help the man or Breed who thought he’d steal her from his arms.
• • •
The room was still dark when Cassie found herself suddenly awa
ke. She lay against Dog’s side, his arm beneath her head and his body curved over her, holding her to him. Her hand laying at his heart, his covering it. And he was sleeping. Funny, but in the time they’d spent together, she’d only known him to nap.
Frowning, she blinked, lifted her gaze, then froze.
At first, she thought she had to be dreaming. In all the years she’d watched spirits walk around her, she’d never had an occasion to actually have a male visit her. And he was definitely a spirit. Tall, broad, so obviously Dog’s father given the fact that they shared the same features, the same coloring.