Feral loved how she said that. As if she was melting from need.

A slow grin split his lips. “There’s more where that came from.”

His lips descended over hers in a rough, rugged mating. Her taste was intoxicating. He couldn’t stop from nibbling and licking and the urge to consume her drove him to keep going. He moved from her lips to nibble down her neck, her chest, and attached to a nipple.

“Fuck! You’re perfect. So. Fucking. Perfect.” He nibbled and licked. And then he sucked.

“Christ, Feral. That feels amazing,” she moaned. He slid a hand down to her pussy, gliding his fingers between her slick folds and dipping into her sleek heat.

“Ah, sweet,” he mouthed from her breast. “Your body is begging for my cock.”

She moaned, her breast pushing farther into his mouth. Her pussy clasped around the digits he slid inside her, sucking on his fingers with every thrust into her sex.

She moaned, the sound breathy and needy. “Feral...”

He pushed her back on the dresser, tugging the torn material of her shorts from under her and leaving her shaven pussy wide open for his viewing pleasure.

“Ah, baby girl.” He inhaled hard and lowered to sit on her vanity chair, leaving him eye level with her sex. Fucking hell, she smelled like cinnamon and sugar and everything delicious and perfect. He licked his lips. “You smell so fucking good, Sage.”

Her tiny hands gripped his hair as he pushed her thighs wider to finally get a taste of his mate. He licked up her pussy lips, spreading them to flatten his tongue on her clit. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and allowed the heat of her body to curl around him and fill his senses with nothing but his mate. Sage.

A lifetime of emptiness in his heart had been filled with a single smile from her lips. Now, the taste of her body stamped itself on his tongue to be forever filed under the only flavor he’d love from now until he died. Then, to prove how much his tiger enjoyed her taste, he purred. 

“Oh my god. Do. It. Again!”

He chuckled softly, his breath hovering above her clit. “If you liked that, then you’ll love this...”

He sucked her clit hard enough to make her ass come off the dresser and drag a scream from her dry throat. “Fuuuuck!”

“Mmm,” he groaned. “The wetter your pussy gets, the better you taste.” He glanced up from her pussy. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips open and huffing out a breath. “I want you coming on my tongue next. Then, and only then, will I fuck you.”

She gripped his hair, her nails dragging through his scalp and letting him know how lost she was in his touch. God, he fucking loved knowing she was his.

All his. He pressed the tip of his nose on her clit as he drove his tongue in and out of her. Every lick brought on new moans from her, and his own grunts wouldn’t stay quiet. 

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her muscles locked, legs tightening around his head. Her climax approached and he couldn’t wait to taste her release.

He slid two fingers over her entrance, wetting them with her honey, and then drove them into her channel. He didn’t stop. He fucked her quickly, his moves driven as if he were grinding his hips into her sex. She gasped, cursed, and started softly begging him to continue.

To not stop. He fingered her and flicked his tongue on her clit in quick circles. Fast. Faster. Until he knew she was about to fall from the edge and he would be the only one there to catch her.

“Oh god!” Her climax came with a loud scream from her, her body shaking and her pussy grabbing at his fingers, sucking them tightly. She held his hair in a grip and her hips convulsed as she tried to ride his fingers through her orgasm.

Her hips rocked back and forth on his face, her hot honey dripping down his hands.

He gave her little time to catch her breath. He jumped to his feet and held her legs up around his waist.

“I need inside you,” he growled.

She scooted forward until her ass was hanging off the edge of the dresser and leaned back into the mirror. Her legs went back up on his shoulders.

He clearly saw her pink folds, slick and calling for his dick. It was time to take what was his. His mate. 

“That’s it,” he said, his gaze on her tight, pink pussy. “Now, let me in.”

He pressed the head of his cock into her, his gaze moving up to her face and watching her suck in a breath. Her gaze slowly crawled down his body to watch him slide into her.

She gripped the edge of the dresser when he lifted her ass. One slow, smooth drive and he was in her. Filling her. Getting even harder as he felt her pussy tighten around him like a sleek, wet tongue.

“God, you’re big,” she muttered. “Big and hot.”

He grinned. “No. You’re the hot one.” He pulled back to slam back in. Harder. “You’re the one with the pussy so wet and tight, I can feel it contracting hard around me.” Another pull back and she gasped a soft moan. “But you’re not just tight and hot,” he grunted with a hard drive, “you’re perfect all around.”

He bit his fingers into her thighs, holding them flat against his chest. “Harder?”

She groaned with each deeper drive. “Yes.”

“Just harder? Or do you want me to play with your tiny pink clit?” he breathed out.

She rocked her hips. “Yes, god, yes.”

He pulled back and thrust deeper. “How much harder?”

“As hard as you want,” she moaned.

“Don’t play with me, Sage,” he growled in a harsh set of thrusts. He took every inch of her with little control. His tiger needed her and Feral wanted her more than his next breath. “I’ll fuck your pussy raw. I’ll leave you unable to walk for days.”

Her gaze rose to his face. “That sounds so fucking sexy.”

“Oh no, beautiful. Sexy is the way you open your mouth and your eyes roll to the back of your head from how fucking good it feels to have me inside you.” He pressed his lips into a tight line, his jaw clenching hard. “Sexy is me licking you off after you come. Sexy is watching my cum drip out of your slit and knowing that your pussy is full of me. All mine.”

“Feral...”

“Sexy,” he breathed, “is taking you, making you the mother of my offspring and knowing you want it. That you want me breeding you.”

She whimpered, “I do. I want your cum inside me, Feral.”

He nodded. “I’ll come hard in you. I’ll leave my mark all over you, Sage. From this moment on, you’re mine.”

He drove harder and faster into her. He pressed a thumb on her clit, flicking it back and forth at the same time he fucked her. Soft cries were the only sounds she made, her pussy contracted around his dick. He knew she was coming any second.

“Fuck!” he growled, his cock hot and deep inside her. His climax shook him to the core. As he came, shooting jets of hot cum into her, an electric shudder raced down his spine.

She screamed his name, her pussy sucking on his cock and contracting so hard, she drank his cum deep into her channel. Fuck, yes. His mate was goddamned perfect. It was only a matter of time before he had her bred and full of his offspring. But first, he had to make sure she knew just how important she was to him.

He carried her limp body to her bed, his cock still inside her, and lay down with her on top of him. He didn’t want to pull out. If he had his way, he’d stay balls deep inside Sage for years to come.