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  She’d be sore, it promised, but she’d love every fiery tingle and sinful throb.

  She licked her lips greedily like she wanted to fall to her knees and pay homage to the ruddy monolith between his legs.

  With almost comical haste, she tore her shirt off, having discarded her jacket during the grueling training. Her boots, socks and trousers were the next to go. She wore no underthings.

  By the time she was as naked as he, Maximus felt like his cock had grown another few inches just from watching her undress.

  She wasn’t shivering despite the descending night and rapidly falling temperature. From the flush he saw spreading all over her pale skin, she looked like she was steaming hot.

  The curls between her thighs glistened with wetness.

  She couldn’t have broadcasted her rampaging desire for him any more clearly.

  But he needed to be sure.

  This wasn’t just a rutting.

  He stepped up to her until they were chest to chest, and roughly cradled the back of her head with one hand, making her stare straight into his icy blue eyes.

  Not that she wanted to look anywhere else. She gave as good as she got, grabbing onto his ass with both hands and pulling him even tighter into her, his erection a hot brand against her stomach.

  “If you take me,” he rumbled low, “you’ll never take another male as long as I live.”

  She dug her sharp little fingernails into his ass.

  “Fair. And I’ll rip out the throat of any female who looks at you twice.”

  He bared his teeth at her in a feral, satisfied smile.

  “On your knees,” he commanded like the tiger boss he was.

  It was perhaps the only time she’d ever obeyed him with such ridiculous speed, dropping to all fours on the thinly thatched ground, with her juicy rump tilted up at him, legs parted to give him a clear view of her dripping wet pussy, swollen and red.

  Maximus lowered himself over her, his hard chest to her smooth back, one arm bracing beside hers, his thighs tight against her hips, his shaft riding the pouty lips of her cunt as he locked himself into position.

  She groaned loud and long as he blanketed her with his roaring heat. They fit so perfectly against each other. He covered her so well.

  With one hand, he stroked down her throat, her breasts, her stomach, as if he were gentling her, or readying her.

  Oh, she was ready, all right. She was well past the point of readiness.

  “Please, Maximus. Please. Now.”

  His fingers tangled themselves in her nest of curls, his thumb pressing unerringly on her bud as he finally, finally! pushed his cock into her.

  Dark Goddess above!

  She was so unbelievably tight around him. Clenching and squeezing with every inch he gained.

  She was so small. He was so big. He knew from experience that females needed time to adjust to him. As he was now, thicker and longer than he’d ever been in his entire existence, he went as slowly as he could, his control fraying at the edges the deeper he went.

  “All the way, Maximus,” she moaned, dropping her head and breathing deeply to take more of him.

  “Don’t hold back. Let go.”

  Her body shuddered and convulsed, her vagina milking him greedily.

  “You feel soooooo good. Give me more. I want all of you.”

  And that was when he snapped.

  Just fucking lost it.

  He rammed the last few inches inside, pulled almost all the way out, and thrust into her hard, jolting them both, almost knocking her off balance.

  She keened low, an animal sound, dug her hands into the clumps of grass where she knelt and braced her knees. Then shoved her ass back into his groin even harder than he’d shoved into her.

  Together, they fought for supremacy to see who could screw the other harder, faster, deeper, who could make the other lose their ever-loving mind first.

  He thought he had control. He had a hand full of pussy, feeling every reverberation of his hard flesh pounding into her, hitting her swollen bud from the inside. Feeling her swell and tighten around him. His body bracketed hers like an armor, and his cock was drilling in and out of her like a turbo-charged piston.

  But she didn’t give him an inch. Well, only the inches she wanted to give him. She pushed back at him with her hips. Arched her spine and growled ferociously, egging him on. Her inner muscles clenched around him like relentless fists, mercilessly pulling at him, demanding.

  Voracious. Ravenous. Insatiable.

  She’d already come several times on a low vibration. But she hadn’t hurtled over the highest cliff yet.

  He wasn’t going to lose it first. In this one thing, he wouldn’t let her win.

  He angled his head against the back of her neck and snarled before he struck, sinking his fangs deep, drawing long and hard upon her vein.

  She screamed and arched and strained as her orgasm erupted throughout her body, tightening every muscle, exploding every nerve.

  And that was when he lost it too, a half second after her. He pumped his hips desperately, furiously, one, two, three more times, before he jetted his load deep inside, creaming up her womb, marking her inside out as his.

  Only his.

  For endless moments as their bodies pulsed and throbbed, releasing wild, passionate juices, drawing out their orgasms on and on and into infinity, he held her weight up against him by sheer force of will, for his own muscles had melted into jelly, his bones in danger of collapsing.

  She’d fallen to her elbows beneath him, though she kept her head up, keeping her neck high enough to facilitate his feeding.

  He drank and drank, getting drunk on her incredible blood, as his sex continued to jet hot pulses of his seed into her, until their bodies were both slick and sticky with their sweat, until his balls were so over-worked they throbbed with a delicious ache.

  And yet her pussy relentlessly pulled at him, gulping down everything he gave her, then opened up for more and sucked his cock so hard and deep he thought he’d never be able to pull the thing out.

  Finally, he at least had the wherewithal to pull his fangs out of her neck, licking the small wounds closed.

  He rested his forehead on the back of her neck, breathing deeply in and out.

  Holy hell!

  He’d never had a rutting like that before. He felt like he’d done a lot more than pour his seed into her.

  He’d given her his heart and soul as well.

  Something had fundamentally shifted within him. And it wasn’t just a great white tiger.

  He could feel his body changing.

  Conforming.

  With this binding act, he became hers for eternity. There would be no other. She was his Mate.

  She was his everything.

  *** *** *** ***

  “My turn.”

  Ariel twisted beneath the fortress that was Maximus’s body and somehow managed to flip him onto his back without disengaging him, the slide and shift of his magnificent cock within her making her purr so hard she thought she might have shaken her spleen loose.

  Having the flexibility of a feline even if she wasn’t one definitely had its perks.

  Without waiting for him to get a second wind, she pushed him down into the patchy, rough grass and rotated her hips in a voluptuous twist, taking him deeper at a new, mind-boggling angle, one she’d never experienced before in her entire life.

  She threw her head back and growled to her heart’s content.

  She’d never fucked in this position before. She’d always preferred to be taken from behind. She didn’t want to see the man whose dick she was using, after all. And she certainly never rutted in any other position in her panther form.

  Oh, it was so good to be human!

  She could actually have Maximus inside her while they looked at each other, face to face.

  Abruptly, she stilled, feeling the significance of it.

  Of staring into the eyes of the male inside her body. The most privat
e, masculine part of him inside the most private, feminine part of her.

  Maximus’s icy blue eyes.

  He stilled too. Every muscle tensed, his breath frozen.

  Only his heartbeat and hers accelerated to a powerful, thundering tempo. Perfectly in sync. As if two hearts beat within one shared body.

  He was hers, and she was his. His body belonged to her now, and she guarded it jealously.

  “Mine,” she growled low, dangerously threatening, as if she dared anyone—the heavens, the gods, the very universe—to defy her claim on him.

  His answering growl reverberated through both their bodies, so deep and guttural, her vagina pulsed around his sex in an involuntary and prolonged contraction.

  He thrust his hips into her while his big hands held her immobile on top of him.

  Mine.

  She heard his claim loud and clear in her head, though he didn’t give it voice. She felt it in the frantic, surging thrusts of his hips, grinding into her higher and higher while he held her prisoner with his hands to take him.

  He felt so, so good.

  She wanted to close her eyes and just revel in the euphoria he wrought upon her body. Just let him screw her to his heart’s content. As rough as he want, as long as he want, as hard as he want.

  And then her eyes slitted as she stared down at him, her lips peeling back in an aggressive snarl.

  Because damn it! It was her turn!

  She grabbed onto his thick wrists and moved in counterpoint to his thrusts, using her legs as leverage.

  He grunted in response and clasped her hips harder. She’d be wearing his fingerprints in the morning, but she didn’t care.

  She’d wear his scent, his bite marks, his cum on her thighs—and if she had her way, which she fully intended to do—around her mouth like a cream mustache everyday from this day forward, and she’d do it with pride.

  She’d wear his body around her too, if that were a practical thing to accomplish, but towing around an almost three hundred pound towering male wasn’t conducive to the stealth missions that came with her job.

  She rode him harder as he bucked upwards, his erection digging deep, hitting her just right.

  Always exactly on target. Like his penis had a homing device in its head that led it unerringly to her G-spot every damn time.

  Oh fuck!

  He was so thick, so hard, so long and so hot! He burned her up inside, plowed through her like a freaking rocket.

  And she loved it!

  Everything sizzled and hissed, and she realized the latter was her, drawing breath through her mouth to ride him harder, deeper. Make him burn as badly as she did, make him so sore he wouldn’t be able to walk straight for days!

  She moved her hands off his wrists to claw bloody streaks down his chest and stomach.

  He roared in response and fucked her harder, like an enraged bull at the rodeo.

  At the same moment, they bore down upon each other. Him, penetrating as deep as he could possibly go. Her, swallowing him whole and locking him down.

  As if forever coalesced into this one finite moment, they stared into each other’s eyes. Breaths held. Hearts arrested. Bodies fused.

  And came apart at the exact same moment in an explosion so earth-shattering, the world spun in a million pieces around her.

  The only constant in the hurricane of her passion was the searing light of his ice blue eyes, holding her captive, boring into her soul.

  For the first time in her existence, as both a familiar and a human, she comprehended fully, infinitely, what it meant to make love.

  What it was to love a male with her body, heart and soul.

  Chapter Eleven

  Clara Scott got an unexpected visitor in the early afternoon.

  She’d just come back with Annie from the little girl’s summer school classes, and the first thing she did, the first thing she always did, when she came home was to dash upstairs and hug and kiss her husband Eli, who was usually still asleep at this hour.

  He’d started keeping human schedule though, his vampire tendency to hibernate during daytime not as strong given his age (he was very, very old as far as years went) and the fact that he was always well fed (since Clara was more than happy to be his food). He still preferred to take naps for a couple of hours during the day whenever he could, a habit that Clara absolutely adored.

  It gave her time to sketch him while he slept, though she must have thousands of portraits of him already.

  No single drawing was the same. There was always something new she found to capture about his beauty.

  And, too, he grew more beautiful in her eyes with each passing day.

  Given that he was already objectively speaking the most beautiful thing an artist like herself had ever laid eyes on, that was saying something.

  She just couldn’t get enough of simply looking at him.

  The second reason she loved his naps was because he sometimes tugged her into bed with him, all warm and cozy and heavenly smelling. There, instead of loving him with her eyes and rendering his likeness on paper, she loved him with her touch, her lips, her body.

  Nothing like multiple orgasms to jump start her mind and body midday. Who needed coffee when she had Eli?

  But today, Eli slumbered on when she kissed him softly on the mouth, though his lips curved in a contented smile as he sighed.

  It was just as well, because a knock sounded at the front door of the studio below stairs.

  “Mommy! There’s a big man outside!” Annie called from the art room.

  She knew better than to open the door for strangers, and it was definitely a stranger if Annie didn’t call him by name.

  The “big man” bit put Clara on alert.

  Even though Eli would fly down the stairs faster than the wind (literally) if she and Annie were in any danger, and he’d take care of things in the blink of an eye, Clara still felt the protective instinct of a mama bear with her cub.

  She could never be too careful after what happened a year ago.

  “I’ll be right there, Annie,” she called back, hastily making her way downstairs.

  When she peeked through the peephole in the sturdy, oak door, she saw a tall, muscular male who was not human.

  Clara had become extremely proficient by now in her ability to tell humans apart from supernatural beings. Through her husband, she’d learned about shadow warriors and vampires. Through Eli’s son, Ryu, she’d met other vampires and super-humans too, like Ryu’s wife, Ava.

  She’d learned to pick up on the small signs, so insignificant the average eye wouldn’t be able to catch unless one knew exactly where to look.

  It was in the way they held themselves, these god-like creatures. The way they seemed to move more slowly, more fluidly, when in truth, they could move faster than the human eye could track. It was in the predatory gleam in their eyes and the animal carnality that radiated from their persons like a neon sign.

  If Clara wasn’t so deeply in love with her husband, she might not have been able to resist the sexual magnetism of the male behind her front door.

  He was insanely, ovary-explodingly gorgeous.

  Technically speaking, of course. From the perspective of a professional artist.

  Though he still couldn’t hold a candle to her Eli.

  He looked directly at her, as if he could see her eyeball ogling him through the peephole.

  “Clara Scott,” he said in a sinfully deep voice through the door. “I ask only a few minutes of yours and your Mate’s time.”

  “Who are you?” she asked, as that seemed the pertinent thing to do.

  He smiled a tight, feral smile, revealing the tips of his vampire fangs.

  “Alend Ramses, at your service. King of the Dark Ones.”

  *** *** *** ***

  It was good to be human.

  That was the one thing that kept running through Ariel’s head like a prayer and a thanks and a litany of orgasm-induced hallelujahs.

  She and Maxim
us spent the last few hours breaking in every sexual position they could come up with, since they realized almost at the same time after she’d ridden him to nirvana that they were both practically virgins when it came to humanoid sex.

  Rutting was what they both understood. Fucking was something they were in the process of learning.

  And then, there was what Ariel was doing now, simply touching her male, exploring his beautiful body with insatiably inquisitive, hyper-sensitive human fingers and lips.

  This was what she’d call loving.

  The fucking had been absolutely awesome! Out of this universe fuck-tastic!

  Even now, when his hardness wasn’t inside her, she continued to throb and fizzle and pop like champagne bubbles on steroids.

  Everything was quivery and molten lava inside. She was sore in the most delicious way, yet burning and yearning and craving for more.

  It was never enough with him.

  She blamed it on her panther side.

  Large felines, when they chose to mate (in other words, when the female was in heat around a dominant male), could go at it for days nonstop. The male could mate a hundred times a day in a process that lasted less than thirty seconds each time.

  Thankfully, this was not the case for Maximus, in terms of time spent before ejaculation. She could vouch for his stamina. Even after all these hours of hardcore fucking, he was still hard as stone.

  The female cat in heat often bit and clawed the male in the mating process, probably because he wasn’t scratching her itch just right, despite making the attempt one hundred times. But Ariel’s theory was that the female simply wanted more. At least, that’s what she wanted with Maximus.

  More of his cock. More of his heat. More of his big, gorgeous body pressing her down and holding her up. His scent infusing into her every cell. His seed claiming every inch of her inside and out.

  She’d done plenty of clawing and biting over the last few hours. He’d had to get rough back at her just to keep her in line. He never hurt her when he restrained her, and damn if he wasn’t hotness to the power of infinity when he put on his boss!