The way she spoke his name was neither a plea nor a demand. He looked down at her and realized she was watching his face, reading his expressions even though her eyes were still clouded with lust. Before he had a chance to marvel at her, she raised her head and caught his lips in a deep kiss.

And then she canted her hips to meet his, moving in easy waves underneath him, driving his cock deeper into her tight sheath without disrupting the gentle rhythm.

Never had he experienced sex like this.

The bone-deep need to mate and breed her was still there, urging him to go harder and faster. But the new sensations of being one with his Breeder, of feeling her not only surrender to the pleasure, but meeting him for every stroke like an equal—like they were truly trying to become one via the maddening bliss—was even stronger.

When her channel began squeezing him in the tight spasms that signaled the approach of her first climax, he lost any concept of time to the sensation of being so intimately connected with another being. But Selma’s nails digging in deep at the back of his shoulders pulled him out of the revelry.

“Harder!”

Apparently, his mate was done making love.

The monster inside of him reared to the surface at her command, shattering his gentleness. His hips snapped down hard between her thighs, driving his brutal cock in to the hilt before he pulled back to repeat the movement, giving her no time to adjust to the change of pace.

“Yes!” Selma arced underneath him, crying out from the orgasm brought forward by his roughness—but he wasn’t done.

When she collapsed back onto the bed, he grabbed her jaw and turned her head so he could bend to claim a kiss not nearly as tender as the one she’d pressed to his lips.

His mate responded sluggishly, winding her arms loosely around his neck again while she hummed as he ravaged her mouth.

“More, then?” she breathed, quirking a small smile at him through her decidedly dazed expression.

“Yes.” It was dark growl, and her pussy clenched at the sound.

Kain pulled out of her, and she groaned in protest when his ridges breached her entrance again, undoubtedly tormenting her swollen flesh. She was unable to do anything else before he had her flipped over on her stomach and into the position his instincts would always crave to see her in—submissive and ready to be mounted.

“Oh!” Her small noise of surprise was followed by a grunt when he once more aligned his thick cock to her swollen pussy and pressed in. “Fuck!”

He loved her sounds, even her low cussing when he immediately began pounding her without the gentle warm-up from before, and when she finally gave up on keeping it together and screamed for him, his balls tightened with pleasure.