“Mica.” Hard, rasping, the growl that left his throat was primal, hungry. “Hold on to me, Amaya.”
She was holding as tight as possible. Arching forward, she worked her pu**y against the hard stalk of flesh beginning to penetrate her.
Then he was moving, his hips shifting, rotating, screwing the throbbing flesh deeper inside her as elation surged through her.
If pleasure could be violent, painful, then that’s what this was. Each sensation was so sharp, so incredibly vibrant she wondered if she could bear it.
Each thrust stretched her farther, his hardened flesh raking over the tender muscle as he worked his c**k deeper. The impalement was agony and bliss. Each stroke, each thrust that lodged him farther inside her sent her senses spinning further out of control.
“Please, please.” She could barely breathe; there was no thought, no reality but the feel of him taking her now. “More, Navarro. Oh God, I need you.”
She couldn’t get enough. He wasn’t deep enough inside her. She wanted more of him. Harder. Hotter.
The next thrust speared to the center of her and dragged a breathless, agonized cry from her throat.
She could feel his c**k throbbing, heat spilling into her, and a distant part of her realized, knew what was happening. The unthinkable.
Her fingers clenched against the powerful muscles of his biceps, nails digging in as her hips writhed beneath him, her knees tightening further against his hardened thighs as he began to thrust inside her.
Spearing into her, the wide shaft of his c**k began stroking, surging over tissue and nerve endings that screamed out for release. The burning ache that centered beneath her clit seemed impossible to sate, to satisfy. Each stroke only intensified the need, intensified the fire burning in the pit of her womb.
She couldn’t get enough of him.
She wanted to scream in desperation, in a hunger that tore at her senses and had her thrusting desperately against him.
His hand locked onto her hips, and still she fought his hold.
She couldn’t get close enough. He wasn’t thrusting hard enough.
“Still,” he commanded, his voice rough, so primal it stroked against her senses with the same reaction as to his c**k stroking inside her pu**y. It pushed her higher, yet she couldn’t seem to fly, couldn’t seem to find the release she was suddenly craving like an addict craving a fix.
She ignored the order to stay still, to simply take. Her hips jerked against his, fought his hold until suddenly, he jerked back from her.
“No!” She was reaching for him, her eyes flaring open to stare up at the savagely hewn expression on his face as he suddenly gripped her shoulders, pulled her to a sitting position, then flipped her to her stomach.
Before she could fight him, his knees spread her thighs, his hands jerking her hips to alignment with the thick penetration of his c**k as he pushed inside her with a desperate thrust.
Mica’s back bowed, a wail of pleasure tearing past her lips as she thrust back to him, following the hard grip of his hands at her hips.
She felt him cover over her, blanketing her with primitive possession as his c**k shafted hard and deep inside her. His hips rotated, his c**k stretching her farther, stroking desperate nerve endings closer now, pushing her higher, harder, until finally, she felt herself shattering and falling over the edge of rapture with explosive force.
The detonation tightened through her before the upheaval ruptured her senses and left only the barest minimum of thought for the sudden, agonizing, rapturous explosion that surged through her again, pushed higher harder, and stretched the delicate muscles of her pu**y wider.
The pleasure destroyed her. But she knew, once her senses returned, it would be more than the pleasure that had suddenly changed her life.
Navarro could feel the rejection of everything he knew was happening, but pulling away from her was impossible. Breaking the connection he could feel building between them wasn’t happening.
The animal had awakened inside him, and there was no pushing it back to its corner to sleep again.
He’d felt the first pulses of pr**cum, the silky fluid that ejaculated into her at the first touch of the heat of her slick pu**y against his c**k head. As though the animal had known instinctively the moment when his c**k was aligned with her, when the perfect opportunity had arisen to shock Navarro with the primal impulse.
The fluid enabled the delicate tissue of the feminine flesh to ease, stretch, to grow hungrier, to need more, to accept what would come when Navarro achieved his own release.
Still, he’d fought it. With everything inside him he’d fought what was coming, a part of him begging, praying it wasn’t happening, though he knew it was. And still, another part of him rejoiced.
Now, lying over her, the feel of his c**k pulsing in release, the heavy, swollen Wolf Breed knot throbbing in the delicate, tight clench of the heavy muscles surrounding it, he could feel his Mica, his mate, her flesh rippling, sucking at the primal swelling in bliss as her climax shuddered through her exhausted body once again.
But even more shocking, more troubling, was his inability to pull his head back, to release the flesh of her shoulder from his teeth, despite the fact that there were no canines to pierce it. Still, he bit her hard, his tongue laving the area he held as hard shudders continued to jerk through his body.
For the first time in his life he was experiencing what other Breeds took for granted. The animal rising instinctively inside him, locking into him, seeing through his eyes, tasting with his tongue and living through each sensation, each scent, each sight Navarro experienced.