Page 62 of Pretty Little Prey
The chase had never particularly turned Kobe on before, but this was hismate. Looking for her and finding her—finding her squirming after a fresh orgasm? He had never been so hard.
In seconds, Kobe shifted back to his human form, completely naked. He laid over her on the autumn leaves, warming his mate.
His thick erection pulsed against her, and she gave a tired moan.
“Shit, Kobe, control yourself,” Bastille warned.
Kobe had a tendency of struggling to separate his human-self from his wolf. His instincts always roared louder than any silly human or societal expectations. Right now, his instincts said torut.
Kobe growled at his king and pressed his hips down onto his mate. His hands splayed open her legs, shoving up the hem of the oversized shirt.Need to thrust.
“Get the fuck off her—” Bastille started but Luna’s arms whipped out and wrapped around Kobe, holding him close. One of her hands swooped down to push on Kobe’s ass, grinding him between her legs. A dark, choked laugh came from Bastille. “Still not satisfied, little prey? How…intriguing.”
Luna was reduced to a moaning mess. Kobe approved.
Because he was mindless for her.
Cock so fuckingfullfor her.
Heart beating so fucking hard.
His wolf instincts took over as he jerked his hips over her, dragging his cock over her clit again and again—not penetrating her, but grinding. Rutting like the animal he was. Her back dug into the ground, but she made no move to stop him.
Need to come all over my mate. Make her mine.
“Can’t. Stop,” Kobe grunted into her ear as he thrust against her. His hand fell to pinch her folds around him as he shoved his cock to scrape over the swollen hood of her clit. Reduced to an animal. He feared hurting her, scaring her, but she seemed to…love it.
She dug her nails into his ass, and he moved harder over her, quickening his strokes.
“Moonbeam,” he rasped as his hips jackhammered back and forth, grinding himself against her. “I am…lost.”
She moaned out, “More.”
His mate wanted more?
A wicked grin stretched the werewolf’s mouth.Little mate, you do not know what you ask for.
He gripped her waist and turned her to face the ground, so she was on all fours, her hands and knees on the ground of the woods. Her fingers clenched around leaves and grass and sticks, as if she needed to somehow hold on for the ride of a lifetime.
Kobe’s large hands sank below her stomach, to her dripping sex. Fingers pinched and played with her hypersensitive clit. Other thick fingers dove into her wet entrance.
She shrieked her approval.
From behind, Kobe thrust his jutting shaft against his mate’s ass, grinding and grinding, while fingering her with absolute precision and the kind of wild pace that only a man who was half-animal could produce.
“Want…inside you,” Kobe bit out, his cockhead leaking pre-cum for her and trailing onto her ass cheeks. “Want to mark you.Fillyou. Breed you.”
She shrieked again, her pussy gushing over his fingers.
The thought of my fucking makes her wet. Kobe grinned.
“Fuck,” Bastille muttered from somewhere beside them. Kobe was too distracted to look. Was his king touching himself while watching the two of them together?
“Moonbeam.” Kobe’s shaft rubbed against her smooth cheeks again and again. The feeling of her pussy wrapped so tightly around his fingers… “Will never get enough of you.”
Her back arched to him, their bodies mimicking sex.
“Waited a millennium for my mate. You aremine,” Kobe growled, caging her to his body. He matched the thrusting of his fingers to the quick rolls of his hips. “Mine.Mine. No one will take you from me. Mine. As I am yours—”
