Page 117 of Rescued By the Beast
The sight devours me. It destroys me. It incites me further.
I pull my face away from her thighs and look her in the eyes.
"Take off your shirt, beautiful." I lick my lips, swallowing the remnants she left on my face.
Her fingers grab the hem bunched at her waist, and she pulls it up, wriggling to free herself from the fabric. The shirt flies somewhere onto the bed, forgotten.
My hand slides over her bare belly, her skin shivering as my index finger traces lazy circles around her navel before moving up to one of her perky breasts. It fits entirely in my palm, warm and soft. I squeeze my fingers, massaging, and she gasps, arching against me, seeking more contact.
"Perfect..." I murmur against her skin, nibbling one of her inner lips and then the other, my tongue teasing her clitoris while my fingers play with her taut nipple.
When her breath fails in a broken sigh, I release her flesh and pull away, licking my lips as I stand up.
She leans on her elbows, her hungry gaze running over my defined abdomen before descending to the large bulge behind my sweatpants. The fabric is stained with my precum, completely soaked.
Slowly, I pull down my joggers, and her eyes widen, mesmerised by my every movement. Her hips rise from the bed, her thighs open wider, inviting me to take her right there.
In one swift motion, I pull off my joggers and underwear at once. My cock springs out, stiff and throbbing, the head almost purple and slippery from the absurd amount of precum I've leaked. I wrap my hand around it, sliding my fingers along its length as I let out a low growl.
Her lips part in a soft gasp, her gaze fixed on me.
"By the stars, Mark..." she moans, her pupils dilating even further.
My smile widens.
"What is it, Kitten?"
She swallows hard, her eyes shining with a mixture of desire and apprehension.
"It's just... you're really big," she murmurs, her voice hoarse. Her cheeks flush with an adorable blush. "Very big."
My sharp canines elongate, and the pure pride coursing through my veins makes me want to roar. Yes, I'm big, but not monstrously so. Not in this form.
"You can handle every inch," I say, my voice thick with promise. And then I see her pussy pulse, contract, and drip more for me. My eyes darken. "Your body and mine were made for each other..."
But my knot...
If Sandra ever wants to be fucked by my beastly form, she'll feel my knot swell inside her...
The beast in me roars, eager to break free. The idea of taking her completely, of binding her to me, of making her carry my offspring...
My instinct screams for it.
But I would never force her.
I take a deep breath, clutching the control that threatens to slip through my fingers.
It's not the right time yet.
I will mark her as my mate, but only when she is ready to accept the mating bond, ready to receive my bite and seal our tether.
"Mark, I..."
"Yes, love?"
"I've never had anyone inside me before," she confesses.
An insane possessiveness takes hold of my chest when I realise that I will be her first male. Her one and only...
