He's thankful that the sedative is fast-acting and makes it so that she doesn't tense when he begins to fuck her. At first, he had thought the position would be better, letting her have control of the pace, but it is clear that she is too overwhelmed to move at all, so he takes control, grabbing her hips and bouncing her on his cock, thrusting into the young shifter and enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around his cock. He growls in delight as she keens and collapses against him, sinking all the way in.
He feels his cock beginning to fill out, the head of his cock fattening inside of her. The stretch makes her more awake, her eyes more aware she blinks. He growls at her, hips slamming her now, grip on her waist tight and fucking into her with a goal in mind. He feels the rise of climax and chases it ruthlessly, pounding her cunt. Something terrible in him likes it when she pushes at his chest weakly, confused as she blinks down at their bodies where they are connected.
"M- Mr. Kenzo?"
The sweetness of her words makes him come. He drives home one last time, taking her hips and holding her in place so he can sink in as far as possible inside of her and fill her with his seed. He holds himself there as he groans out, feeling his cock beginning to throb.
"Ah, ah," she gasps softly, shaking above him as he locks their bodies together.
"It's okay, darling," he hushes when she tries to pull free. Still drugged, she shouldn't be feeling any pain from having his thick length inside of her, but it's a foreign sensation nonetheless. It must be disorienting for her. He kisses her face when she begins to cry again. "It's alright. I'm going to take good care of you, darling. I'll love you and make a nest for you, somewhere safe. You won't ever have to be alone again," he says, trying to win over the more animal part of her that calls for stability, for a strong mate capable of giving her a family and taking care of her.
She whimpers sweetly and tries to lift her hips away. She lets out a cry of pain and sinks back against him. The penile spines in jaguars are relatively small and the pain serves as a trigger for ovulation, so he lets her struggle a little knowing that the pain would make her stop and she would sink back in. She sobs harder from the pain and his heart clenches in empathy.
"I'm sorry, baby," he says. "It'll be better if you stay still. We have to make sure my seed takes and you'll be carrying my baby by the end of the day."
"No, no," she whimpers. "I don't want you," she begs, eyes so lovely with tears.
He kisses her to quiet her, knowing she doesn't mean it. Cats are loners and resent company even when it's absolutely necessary. You can hardly procreate without a mate. He kisses her until there is no air left in her lungs and she's pushing against his chest hard. He lets her back and gasps for air. "Why don't you want me for a mate, darling?" he asks.
She looks far away, face flushed with pheromones and the sedative. Sweat gleams on her pale skin and she blinks at him as though considering the question. And then she blushes and hides her face in the nape of his neck. "I don't know you," she mumbles.
"I'm your mate now," he says. "I'm going to take very good care of you, love. There's no need to worry. Not need to worry about anything at all."
Chapter Eight: Filled
April's brain is a little fuzzy and she doesn't feel her best at the moment. She knows it has something to do with Mateo, who is holding her so close and smells so good. Mateo who looks like some sort of god in his suit and looks at her like he would gladly burn the world down if she asked nicely.
Her body feels too hot and she clings to him desperately, wanting something she doesn't understand. And then, she's feeling him inside her, filling her with
a sort of ease that should frighten her, but makes her feel safe instead. When she tries to pull away, it hurts and she collapses back against him. The pressure inside her relaxes and she breathes against his neck, drinking in his scent that reminds her so much of home and safety.
He must have moved her at some point because when she opens her eyes next, they are no longer squeezed together on a couch.
She is on her back, stretched out long and lean with her arms above her head and both of her wrists encircled in one of his large hands. She's naked. She had been naked since that morning and she thinks she should worry about it more but she can't bring herself to mind, not when the idea of synthetic material rubbing against her oversensitive skin makes her want to tear and shred it.
She's pinned to the bed beneath the larger man's weight and he's biting down on her throat, growling and sucking bruises there, keeping her down and talking about how he's going to take care of her and how she's his now. He's going to claim her, mate her and breed her until she's heavy with kits.
Confusing emotions war inside her head. She thinks she would struggle more if it didn't feel so good. He rubs his cock at her opening, brushing the hard length over her pussy lips again and again, occasionally bumping her clit and making her keen.
"That's it, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" he coos.
She nods without thinking.
"Want Daddy inside you?"
She freezes for a second because it's such an odd thing to call himself. She's pretty sure she had a Daddy once upon a time and he's not him. Still, she knows enough about sex to understand that it's just a turn of phrase. He's not actually her Daddy. Riding on the edge of pleasure pain where the oversensitivtiy is almost too much and not enough, her mouth parts and the words come unbidden from her lips. "Yes, Daddy," she whimpers.
He stills too, evidently not expecting her to respond in like.
She should probably be a little more embarrassed by it, but before she can even think about blushing, he's pressing his cockhead inside her again and it feels too good for her to regret anything.
He slams home, fucking into her and licking her neck, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. She's already come. She's pretty sure from how wet she feels all over that he's come multiple times too, but it's still not enough somehow. she clings to him.
"How do you feel, baby?" he asks.
"Good," she answers, tightening her grip around his torso, wrapping her legs around his hips for good measure. She meets him thrust for thrust and is grateful that he doesn't find the need to slow.
The bed's headboard bangs against the wall and the lamp on the book is perilously close to falling over the edge. He slams in once, twice, and-