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He knew his words sound vulgar, but this was beyond sex; this was a primal mating ritual saved for the actual marking of a mate. A weretiger could only claim his mate by biting his female on the nape of her neck. But he couldn’t do that without her consent.

She swallowed hard. Eyes wide. She licked her lips. “Please…”

“Suck me,” His voice was thick.

With a smile, she crawled forward on the bed towards him. She wrapped both hands around his rock-hard shaft and stroked him tentatively. Her fingers looked so small and delicate on his reddened flesh.

“Harder,” he mumbled. He cleared his throat. “You won’t hurt me. Harder.”

She worked her hands faster. She kissed the tip and his cock jerked to attention. Her sweet lips enveloped the head and her soft, velvety tongue caressed his most sensitive part.

He groaned aloud, threading his fingers in her lush hair. She sucked him good and she definitely wasn’t a stranger in giving head. His cock shuddered inside her mouth as she worshipped and pleased him.

He groaned and fought for control. He wouldn’t come in her mouth. He wanted to come in her pussy where his mark of conquest couldn’t be easily washed away.

Damn. She made him feel so good; the way she licked and painted his cock with her saliva was taking him to the edge of his control. The twirl of her pink, wet tongue on his skin, the way she looked at him with her big doe eyes, always seeking his approval.

He stopped her. “Enough,” he semi-growled. “Lay on your back.”

She reluctantly released his cock. Her lips and chin shone with saliva.

“Don’t wipe your face. You look sexy like that,” he said. Just to prove his point, he kissed her breathless. She tasted so sweet and he couldn’t get enough of her. He watched her with satisfaction. Sprawled in the middle of the pristine duvet, she was Venus incarnate. Voluptuous breasts. Soft pale skin. The tiger inside him couldn’t wait to mate with her properly.

He spread her thighs apart and positioned himself between them. He pressed his cock against her mound. He was well endowed, and she was going to take him all, right down to the last inch.

Arielle, didn’t flinch, instead she smiled up at him, “Then, fuck me. Do you worst, big guy.”

Challenge accepted. He hoped she wouldn’t regret it. When they had fucked in the car, she didn’t get to sample his full length. Now, in the privacy of the bedroom, he wouldn’t hold back.

He couldn’t wait to make her scream.

The louder the better.

With one hand bracing next to her head, he pushed the tip of his cock into her opening. The slickness of her pussy allowed him easy penetration. But, even then, she was goddamn tight. He pushed and pulled and pushed again and her pussy expanded to accept his full length.

She started to pant, and he felt his own breath coming in ragged gasps. Fuck. He knew that mating with her would always be this amazing. He breathed on her lips as he sheathed his cock to his hilt. “Oh, babe…” Words couldn’t describe how good she made him feel. She stared directly into his eyes.

He lifted his head, but before he could say a word, she beat him to it.

“Trent… Damn you. I… ooh…” She bared her throat in ecstasy.

That stirred the primal instinct in him.

That simple move was the sexiest gesture a female could display for a shifter like him. The act of surrender. With a low growl that he wasn’t entirely sure belonged to him—his tiger almost slipped into the surface— he fucked her like he meant it. He was a man possessed. She moved with him, eagerly meeting his thrusts. Bravely. It was so good. So fucking good.

She held on to his shoulders, panting. “Trent…” A dozen strokes and she climaxed. Her pussy rippled around his hard shaft. Her body tensed before she shook from head to toe.

Beautiful.

This was only the first orgasm she had on his cock tonight and he intended for her to have many more. Until he was fully sated.

After all, she was his to claim.

~~~

Trent was a fierce lover.

Gone was the kind and gentle Trent. The man above and inside her was a sex fiend. He awakened some deep, recessed dark desire within her that she never knew she had. She loved the way he fucked her. The rough sex. The way he branded her flesh with his to become one.


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