Breeds: Stygian's Honour Part 32

"You didn't even warn me of what was coming," she accused him roughly. "I didn't accept this."

"The h.e.l.l you didn't." His laughter was rough, bitter. "You knew, Liza. Deny it all you wish. You watched Isabelle and Malachi for weeks, you knew there was more than 453/862.

just the love you could see in their expres- sions for each other. Such a deep, fierce emo- tion is more than humans experience without something paranormal fueling it.

Admit it: You knew. And I told you before I brought you to this bed that you were my mate. That mating heat bound us."

She tried to shake her head, to jerk from the grip of his fingers around the back of her neck.

"Lie to my face," he growled. "Go ahead, mate. Say the f.u.c.king words, I dare you."

"Stop pushing me!" The cry was torn from her heart. "You didn't tell me you loved me."

Stygian felt her pain, felt something tear- ing at her, some knowledge rising inside her that terrified her. That terrified him. G.o.d above knew what he suspected it was. Such fear was more than simply a woman's fear of the unknown, of a broken heart, or a male whose dominance was unlike any she had known before.

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No, this fear was pure self-defense.

"I won't let you go." Nipping at her lips, he lifted her to him, one hand jerking the sheet from her body, leaving her lying against his chest, naked and warm and filled with such emotion that he swore his heart would break from her pain. "You knew where this was go- ing. Did you think nature and G.o.d would have bound us so tightly together without love being at the core of those bonds?"

"Stop this, Stygian," she tried to demand, but he had heard enough.

Lowering his head, he caught her lips in a kiss that he feared would steal the soul from his body.

The glands beneath his tongue were pounding with a sudden infusion of hor- mones. The spicy taste that filled his mouth was richer, more heated than before, the hormone strengthening in response to her denial of him, her denial of the mating that had already been established.

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The animal genetics that drove him would never allow him to walk away, nor would it allow her to retreat.

His tongue pushed past her lips, stroked against hers and gave her the taste of pure l.u.s.t. An ambrosia created to bind the perfect heart to his Breed soul.

And she was his perfect heart. His mate.

Holding her to him with one hand wrapped around her neck, his free hand stroked the curve of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the backs of them stroking over the swollen mound as she suddenly moaned, spread her fingers against his chest and let her little nails bite into his flesh.

As his tongue retreated, hers followed. It licked over his, drew it back to the warmth of her mouth, then drew a savage groan from his chest as she gripped it with her lips and suckled at the taste with delicate greed.

His c.o.c.k jerked to attention, thick and furiously hard. The feel of her sucking mouth 456/862.

about his tongue struck at the hunger rising inside him.

He wanted her lips around his c.o.c.k. He wanted her sucking it into the wet heat of her mouth, caressing him, her wicked little tongue lashing at it sensually.

Pulling back from her kiss, Stygian had every intention of silently leading her to the furiously throbbing length of flesh between his thighs. h.e.l.l, he would have begged her for the touch. Instead, he stared down at her in shock as her lips went to his chest, her tongue licking over it, swiping at the hardened discs of his nipples before moving lower.

Silken hands stroked, blunt nails rasped across his tough flesh, moving down the clenched muscles of his abs to the painfully hard length of his d.i.c.k.

"Mate," he snarled, wrapping the fingers of one hand around the base of the heavy erec- tion to hold back the e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of the pre- 457/862.

seminal fluid he knew would spurt to her mouth with the slightest provocation. "Such a sweet, hot mouth."

He watched, mesmerized, as her lips moved over his stomach, lower, her tongue dipping into the indention of his navel before swiping at the thick head of his c.o.c.k as it rose a breath below it.

Sinking his fingers into her hair, his lashes lowered, he watched her pink, heated little tongue as it began curling around the heavily engorged crest of his d.i.c.k.

Her lashes lifted, staring up at him, her face flushed, lips parted as she began to rel- ish each lick and taste of his erection.

"That's my sweet love," he growled, his fin- gers clenching in her hair as her lips parted further, then with a snarl, his hips lifted with a jerk as her mouth suddenly surrounded the flared tip.

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And she sucked down the engorged crest until her mouth was filled with the throbbing head.

Her tongue lashed at it, stroking over the ultrasensitive flesh as another primal growl tore past his throat. His jaw felt locked from the tension, the glands beneath his tongue throbbing, so filled with the mating hormone again that it was a near agony.

His c.o.c.k pulsed, the shaft flexing as the pre-seminal fluid threatened to spurt past his control. The heated warmth of her mouth was the trigger, just as the slick heat of her p.u.s.s.y would have been.

With each draw of her mouth he could feel, scent her arousal building. It was as though his refusal to allow the retreat of her emotions had thrown her deeper, harder into her own hunger.

Was this what she fought to reject?

The physical hunger was more than the need for s.e.x in a mating. It was a bonding.

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There was no hiding from a Breed mate, no faking pleasure or o.r.g.a.s.m. There was a pleasure that sank clear to the soul and opened emotions that were often much feared.

Her mouth worked over his c.o.c.k head, suckling, licking it, moaning as a small spurt of pre-c.u.m escaped his control. The taste of it against her tongue did as she had heard, as rumor had suggested. The hormone in that fluid was more potent, richer, hotter than any his tongue could possess. It was an in- stant aphrodisiac.

Sensuality seemed to stretch through her body, turning her into a glistening, fiery temptress. Her gaze became more languor- ous, pleasure suffused her expression, and as he watched, he swore he sensed the woman she hid within her begin to emerge.

Hunger and heat, emotion and need. It began to clash and coalesce inside her. Her hands stroked down his thighs to his hips 460/862.

and back. She sucked at his d.i.c.k as though it were a favorite treat, one she feared she'd be denied in the future.

And he was preparing to deny them both, because he didn't dare allow himself to come in her mouth. He had to be inside her, filling her.

"No more." He was within seconds of filling her mouth, a release that would do little to ease the fury of hunger beginning to rage through her after that small release of pre-c.u.m.

"No." Of course she would have to protest as he drew her from him.

Moving to lay her back, surprise filled him as she instead straddled his hips, one small hand curving around the side of his c.o.c.k.

"Let me have you now." She groaned. "Let me take you, Stygian."

The wet heat of her p.u.s.s.y caressed the tip of his c.o.c.k, burning him with the pure, sweet fire of her hunger.

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As she tucked the engorged head at the en- trance, Stygian felt the first blast of the easing qualities of the fluid jetting inside her.

Without it, the thick width of his c.o.c.k would have only hurt her, the knot that would extend inside her, locking him to her as his s.e.m.e.n spurted to the heated depths of her womb, would have been pain rather than pleasure.

As it filled her, her head tilted back, her gray eyes darkened and as the heavy strands of her hair caressed his sensitive thighs, she bore down and with one shift of her hips, took the aching head of his d.i.c.k inside her.

It was like watching the animal inside him come alive, Liza thought hazily as she watched Stygian's gaze flare, the black reced- ing beneath the brilliant sapphire blue.

As the thick, throbbing crest filled her, an- other heated e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n spurted from his c.o.c.k, filling her, easing the tension in her p.u.s.s.y even as it amplified the pleasure.

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Tingles of exquisite sensation exploded in her v.a.g.i.n.a. Nerve endings became more sensitive, more demanding. Each incredible stretch of the ultrasensitive tissue revealed nerve endings that throbbed in greater need and sent electrical flares of such lush sensa- tion racing through her that it forced her to lift her head, to lean into his broad chest for support as it overcame the last barrier of her control.

She didn't want to control anything anymore.

She didn't want to fight anymore.

She had spent so many years fighting some unnamed hunger, some need that she was finding the answer to here, in his arms, and in finding it, she no longer needed to fight it.

Shifting her hips, lifting by increments, lowering herself again, Liza couldn't hold back the moaning whimpers of pleasure that fell from her lips. With each downward stroke of her tightened v.a.g.i.n.a over the thick 463/862.

length of his c.o.c.k, the heated fluid spilled inside her again. With each spurt the taut muscles eased, allowing her to take more of him, while the tension and incredible need for release became more amplified.

Holding on to his shoulders, her nails bit- ing into his flesh, she forced her eyes open, staring into the gem-bright brilliance of his as he stared back.

As his fingers tightened at her hips, his ex- pression was tight with a savage hunger, each plane and angle defined with brutal clarity to hint at the primal male animal that stalked beneath his flesh.

"I need this," she cried out desperately, moving harder, faster, desperate to force every inch of his erection inside her. "Please, Stygian. I need this."

She needed all of him.

Lifting, returning, feeling her juices spill to the throbbing shaft filling her, Liza could feel the pleasure spiraling out of control inside 464/862.

her. Like a vicious wind whipping through her senses, but this wind was filled with lashing sensations and the promise of ecstasy.

Desperation edged at each shift and down- ward stroke of her hips. Each throb of her swollen c.l.i.t and clench of her tightening va- gina was an agony of sensations she could hardly bear.

His hands tightened at her hips again be- fore sliding to her rear. Holding her still, he allowed a growl to erupt from his throat a second before he surged upward, shafting in- side her in one full stroke.

Liza tipped her head back, a keening cry escaping her throat as pleasure and pain combined to send her senses spinning in a winding spiral.

Once he was fully embedded inside her, she couldn't remain still. She needed those long, hard strokes. She needed the fiery, pleasure/pain of the heavy thrusts f.u.c.king 465/862.

inside her, driving her insane with an ecstasy she couldn't have antic.i.p.ated.

She wanted all of him.

His hard possession.

His arms surrounding her.

And his kiss.

"Oh G.o.d, kiss me," she whispered, the need for his taste riding her as hard as he was with the heavy width of his c.o.c.k.

His hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her forward with a move so power- fully dominant it sent a surge of pure sensa- tion tearing across her nerve endings.

Hungry and filled with l.u.s.t, his tongue slipped past her lips, licked at her tongue and gave her the taste she was craving.

Flames licked at her insides. Perspiration dewed their skin, making their bodies slick- er, hotter as Stygian's thrusts became more powerful.

Each driving stroke inside the tender depths of her s.e.x dragged a near-startled cry 466/862.

from her lips, the sound vibrating into their kiss as Stygian gave a harsh, primal growl.

In the next second, he was no longer propped against the pillows but lying flat as his hips drove upward, burying his c.o.c.k to the very heart of her.

Explosions began detonating inside her as that hard, fierce stroke seemed to connect with every live nerve ending brought to pain- ful awareness.

She wanted to scream; instead, she lost her breath. The power, the sheer depth of sensation allowed for no other response, no other function. She was trembling, ecstatic, hurled from reality to a place so brilliant, so filled with light, sensation and ecstasy that even breathing couldn't be allowed to interfere.

Stygian's release felt just as powerful. The jetting spurts of his release, the strength of the swelling in his c.o.c.k as it locked them together, the fierce growl that broke from his 467/862.

lips, a.s.sured her he was there with her.

Spiraling into flames so brilliant, so white- hot that she knew a part of her-an import- ant, intrinsic part-had just been lost to him.

And it would have been terrifying. It should have been terrifying. But even as she lost that part of herself, she could have sworn she felt a part of him slipping into her soul as well.

There would be no more distance, not from this man, from this Breed she had al- lowed to mate her.

What had she been thinking?

Lying against his chest, fighting to catch her breath, to still the tremors still racing through her, Liza couldn't explain, even to herself, why she had taken that step to test the tabloid rumors.

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Chelsea, Liza, Claire and Isabelle there were hazards they could never imagine.

Well, she could imagine them now.

Now that he was lifting his lips from her neck, laying a gentle kiss to the tender flesh where he had bitten her once again.

Slowly, she could feel the easing of the iron-hard knot that had filled her, They were both exhausted, and she was starving. Too hungry to sleep, and too d.a.m.ned tired to get up and cook.

"I could have Jonas send us some food from the hotel," he said as though reading her thoughts.