Page 26 of Pretty Kitten

He undid his fly and placed his hard dick right at her entrance, before pushing it in with a grunt as the wet, hot folds took him all in. Fuck. Was it supposed to feel like this? He pulled out, and thrust in again, hard, fast, entirely without volition. Releasing her arms, his hands found her ankles and pulled them onto his shoulders to get even deeper inside, angling his body until he hit a spot that made her beg for release.

It wasn’t pretty. It didn’t last long. Hard, fast, and primal, their first mating was about relinquishing control. If they hadn’t done it, their animals would have been driven to the brink of madness. They needed it. Just like their human counterparts.

“Please,” she begged, as he pinched her clit between his fingers.

He could barely see a thing, his vision blurred, all his senses fading, leaving nothing but this. But them.

Funny how he’d told her off, and stopped her from marking him, yet now, almost over the edge, he yelled out in frustration, willing everything in him to stop himself from marking her. He knew all the reasons why he shouldn’t.

Fuck reason.

“Clarissa?”

Her eyes snapped into focus, watching him with attention, as her breasts bounced with each of his thrusts.

“Come here. Mark me now.”

She didn’t hesitate, dropping her legs to each side of him, and sitting up without breaking their insane rhythm. Both her hands reached around his back and clawed from just above his shoulder blades, while he bit down on her shoulder, hard. He fucked her right through their first orgasm, his dick never going down. And again. And again.

Eventually, he scented an intruder. Ian.

“Erm. Rye asked me to check on you. The second wave of applicants is here and-”

“Busy.”

The growl had come from Clari. His mate. And he was, indeed, busy fucking her from behind.

“I see that. Well, shall I tell him you’ll be along…”

“Get the fuck out of here, Ian,” he growled, panting hard.

Not that he cared about him seeing them. At all. Let everyone see Clari was his. Everyone.

It was nightfall when they fell on the grass. She immediately went to sleep, but he caressed her hair and licked at the mark that had long ago started healing. It would never disappear.

Discarding his soiled clothing on the ground, he gathered her in his arms and carried her home.

Chapter 17

A Stranger

The next morning was perfect, at first; then she had to remember the thousands of reasons why it wasn’t.

There were no hypotheses now. She was a shifter. Zack was a Turner.

Shit, what was she going to say to her family?

“We’ll tell them you’ve decided to move in here with your boyfriend.”

Oh.

And there was that, too. The gorgeous, brooding male laying down next to her and playing with her hair. She had zero clue what to make of him. None. Hell, a week ago he didn’t even like her. Now, they were- what…

“Bonded. Or mated, actually, I can’t tell. I feel your worries so clearly – I wouldn’t if this was an ordinary bond. Either way, you’re mine.”

He sounded way too smug about that. Shifting to look him in the eyes, she glared and added, “And you’re mine.”

“That goes hand in hand, beautiful. For the record, I always wanted you,” he punctuated that with a quick kiss on her lips. “I just figured I’d better stay away; you weren’t as durable back then. And I’m not exactly gentle.”

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