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Abigail “Abby” Gregg, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, Florida

The slow, heavy movement of a large—make that huge—cock pumping in and out of my body made me gasp and reach for my mate.

I groaned with pleasure as the male fucking me took my hands and shoved them over my head, his heat enveloping me as he fucked me harder. Deeper. Faster.

“Bite me,” I begged. The voice was desperate, female, but definitely not mine. My body was too big, too tall, my legs too long. I’d had sex against the wall before, and I knew my legs were not long enough to wrap around a man whose hips were this big. He was big all over. Massive chest lined with sculpted muscle. Thighs as thick as a football player’s. Even his hands were bigger than anything I’d ever seen before, easily trapping my wrists between his fingers as he held me in place for his attention.

He thrust deeper, my—her—pussy stretching as our lover tilted his hips, lifting her—me—higher off the ground.

“Patience, mate.” His voice was a deep rumble, one this body recognized. Every cell in this body reacted to the sound with anticipation. Heat. My—her—pussy tight. So fucking tight. Ready to explode.

“Now. Please, do it now.” The words seemed to drive the male a bit mad as his cock actually swelled inside me, getting bigger. Harder.

Hands over my head, my back was pressed to a hard surface as he shifted his hips, moving in a circular motion until the body I was inhabiting moaned in surrender. I was right there, on the edge with her. I wanted to come. Needed to come. We were soooo close, but I—she—knew we were missing something. Something fucking spectacular. And she wanted it. Badly.

Now.

“Please.”

With a grunt, the male before me smiled. I couldn’t quite make out his face, his features a bit of a blur. Dark hair? Thick lips? Maybe. What I could see were fangs. Long. Sharp. Dripping with some kind of…venom?

In a panic, I tried to pull back, but the body I was in did the opposite, dropping her—our—head to one side to give this freak better access.

He was going to bite me! And this bodywantedhim to.

Holy shit. What the actual hell was happening right now?

I tried to shout out in protest as the male lowered his head toward my—her—neck. He scraped the sharp points over her sensitive skin, the slight sting making my—her—pussy clench in anticipation. The first shocking stirring of an orgasm rocketed through me in a single spasm. Stopped.

Her moan of protest matched what I was feeling. The orgasm rode me, teased me, wouldn’t quite come for a visit. Damn it.

“I want them deep. Fuck me. Bite me. I need you.” The female voice sobbed with need. She was desperate. Shameless. I would never beg like that.

Never.

The male fucking me shuddered at her words, his fangs returning to press along the curve of her neck. “You are mine. My mate. I will kill anyone who touches you.”

“Yes,” she begged, his words, his threat of violence, making her body spin out of control. She was dizzy. Which meantIwas dizzy. I felt like I was falling. Spinning. Lost.

“Mine.”

Fangs sank deep, the shock wave of heat, the momentary flash of pain followed by intense bliss as hot liquid—the best fucking drug I had ever even dreamed existed—flooded my body. My mind. Love exploded inside my—her—body as her mate claimed her, filled her with his essence.

I had no idea how I knew what was happening, butsheknew. He was giving her everything. His body. His life. His loyalty. His soul was in that bite. And she took it like the greedy bitch she was—took it all. Leaving nothing for me.

Her body exploded, the orgasm making her wail in a long, drawn-out scream of pleasure that I felt with every cell in my body.

Fuck. Me. My body rocked up off the table as the strange sound of my own voice filled my ears and the male, his bite, the complete and utter bliss I’d been feeling, faded away like a dream.

“No!” I tried to get him back. I wasn’t finished. She wasn’t finished. We wanted more. I knew she was going to get more. A lot more.

“Miss Gregg? Can you hear me?”

“No.”

A soft huff of laughter answered my denial. “Glad you are back in the land of the living. Your testing is complete.”


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