Buying a Mate (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 8) by Celia Kyle, Mina Carter Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Celia Kyle, Mina Carter
forced him half an inch inside her. Stretched her.
“Oh god…” That felt so good.
“You can call me that if you like, baby girl. I am a god...the god of your pleasure.”
She didn’t argue. Right now, that’s exactly what it felt like. He played her body like a master, knowing exactly when and how to touch her. Clever fingers stroking her clit, he eased himself deeper, ever deeper, stretching her as he went in the most delicious way. When the fit became too tight, he pulled back a little only to push again. Sliding deeper. Increasing both their pleasure.
Her body wasn’t her own. It had become a thing that craved the feelings and sensation he gave her. Moving restlessly, she rocked against him, until finally he was balls deep inside her.
“Fuck! You’re so tight.” His groan was obviously unwitting, the words escaping him as he braced himself over her. Still. Frozen in place. His hands were hard fists on the covers next to her and she marveled at the corded muscles there. Such strength, such control.
Experimentally, she rolled her hips, only to have his arm clamp around her waist and hold her still.
“Don’t move,” he begged, voice rough. “I want this to be good, not to fucking shoot my load within two thrusts.”
Oh. Her eyes widened as she realized he was near to the edge of his control. The admission warmed her heart. She’d done that, brought her man to the very edge, where he couldn’t control himself around her.
“Claim me,” she whispered softly, turning to try and kiss him. “You know you want to.”
His answering groan-cum-growl was all the answer she needed. There was nothing human left in the sound. He pulled back and drove into her again. She cried out as he did, arching her back to urge him on. The feeling of him over her, moving within her, was indescribable. Pleasure swirled within her mixed with a sense of rightness and...love.
She loved him. Everything about him, from the white streak in his hair and everything it represented to the sweet way he defended her with her family. His rocking hot body didn’t hurt either. Hell no, that felt awesome as he wrapped an arm around her, hauling her upright easily and supporting her weight as he drove into her.
“Not going to last long…” he grunted by her ear. “Next time…”
His fang scraped the side of her neck and she moaned as heat cascaded through her. Without speaking, she tilted her head to the side, giving him permission. Asking. No, begging, for his bite.
If he didn’t do it soon, she would explode. Like seriously. Into a puddle of hot need and pleasure.
He kissed her neck, thrusts becoming harder and faster. With a roar, he buried himself in her one last time and struck. His fangs pierced her skin and ecstasy exploded behind her eyes. White hot and so intense she felt his heartbeat through his cock where it pumped his seed deep into her silken channel.
Mine. Ours. Forever. She heard the voice in her head, the smug tones possessive and sibilant. His dragon, her dragon.
“Forever,” she agreed and turned to claim her outcast dragon’s lips for a kiss to seal all their tomorrows.
Chapter Seven
The M&M Mating Agency
~~=~~
We deal in matings, not chocolate.
~~=~~
The M&M Mating Agency announces…
Marilyn M. Rowe nibbled her lower lip. What the hell could they announce? She needed a reason to send out notices and newsletters, but since she’d sorta fudged the number of mated couples with her last mailing and the agency had no incoming hopefuls…
She wouldn’t outright lie, but dang it she was tempted.
Argh!
The ding of the elevator announced someone arriving on their floor, and it was easy for her to identify the voice of the newcomer.
“Mari?” It was River!
Mari popped up, mind whirling and ideas spinning. She loved her friend dearly, but she was totally ready to use River—and her connections—for her own gain. Desperate times called for, er, desperation.
“Rivs!” She rounded her
“Oh god…” That felt so good.
“You can call me that if you like, baby girl. I am a god...the god of your pleasure.”
She didn’t argue. Right now, that’s exactly what it felt like. He played her body like a master, knowing exactly when and how to touch her. Clever fingers stroking her clit, he eased himself deeper, ever deeper, stretching her as he went in the most delicious way. When the fit became too tight, he pulled back a little only to push again. Sliding deeper. Increasing both their pleasure.
Her body wasn’t her own. It had become a thing that craved the feelings and sensation he gave her. Moving restlessly, she rocked against him, until finally he was balls deep inside her.
“Fuck! You’re so tight.” His groan was obviously unwitting, the words escaping him as he braced himself over her. Still. Frozen in place. His hands were hard fists on the covers next to her and she marveled at the corded muscles there. Such strength, such control.
Experimentally, she rolled her hips, only to have his arm clamp around her waist and hold her still.
“Don’t move,” he begged, voice rough. “I want this to be good, not to fucking shoot my load within two thrusts.”
Oh. Her eyes widened as she realized he was near to the edge of his control. The admission warmed her heart. She’d done that, brought her man to the very edge, where he couldn’t control himself around her.
“Claim me,” she whispered softly, turning to try and kiss him. “You know you want to.”
His answering groan-cum-growl was all the answer she needed. There was nothing human left in the sound. He pulled back and drove into her again. She cried out as he did, arching her back to urge him on. The feeling of him over her, moving within her, was indescribable. Pleasure swirled within her mixed with a sense of rightness and...love.
She loved him. Everything about him, from the white streak in his hair and everything it represented to the sweet way he defended her with her family. His rocking hot body didn’t hurt either. Hell no, that felt awesome as he wrapped an arm around her, hauling her upright easily and supporting her weight as he drove into her.
“Not going to last long…” he grunted by her ear. “Next time…”
His fang scraped the side of her neck and she moaned as heat cascaded through her. Without speaking, she tilted her head to the side, giving him permission. Asking. No, begging, for his bite.
If he didn’t do it soon, she would explode. Like seriously. Into a puddle of hot need and pleasure.
He kissed her neck, thrusts becoming harder and faster. With a roar, he buried himself in her one last time and struck. His fangs pierced her skin and ecstasy exploded behind her eyes. White hot and so intense she felt his heartbeat through his cock where it pumped his seed deep into her silken channel.
Mine. Ours. Forever. She heard the voice in her head, the smug tones possessive and sibilant. His dragon, her dragon.
“Forever,” she agreed and turned to claim her outcast dragon’s lips for a kiss to seal all their tomorrows.
Chapter Seven
The M&M Mating Agency
~~=~~
We deal in matings, not chocolate.
~~=~~
The M&M Mating Agency announces…
Marilyn M. Rowe nibbled her lower lip. What the hell could they announce? She needed a reason to send out notices and newsletters, but since she’d sorta fudged the number of mated couples with her last mailing and the agency had no incoming hopefuls…
She wouldn’t outright lie, but dang it she was tempted.
Argh!
The ding of the elevator announced someone arriving on their floor, and it was easy for her to identify the voice of the newcomer.
“Mari?” It was River!
Mari popped up, mind whirling and ideas spinning. She loved her friend dearly, but she was totally ready to use River—and her connections—for her own gain. Desperate times called for, er, desperation.
“Rivs!” She rounded her
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