Mating Fever by Susan Hayes
Carnage
Carnage stepped out of the tattered remains of his clothes, then picked Leta up and set her on the bed so that her pert ass was on display for him. Fuck, she was beautiful, and she was all his. She had actually chosen to make herself like him. It was the most humbling, sexiest thing he could imagine. “Five hundred years isn’t going to be enough, you know. I’m going to want you forever.”
He slapped her ass, loving the way her delicate skin bloomed pink where he had struck her. “That’s for vanishing for days and making me think you were dead.”
She made a muffled squeak, but when she looked back at him again, her eyes were glowing with arousal, not anger. “I didn’t know Luc kept you in the dark. I really am sorry about that. I thought we’d train for one night then I’d be back to tell you all about it.”
He spanked her again, on the other cheek this time. “That’s for trusting the Prince of Lies. He may be our king, but you can’t trust that bastard at all.”
She moaned softly, her head falling forward, dark hair spilling over the mattress. “I’ll have to remember that in future.”
Car leaned in so that he could see the sweet, slick folds of her pussy framed between her smooth thighs. “One more thing you need to remember, sweet cheeks.” He nipped the pink flesh of one cheek, then kissed the sting away a moment later. “You’re a Hell Hound now, and that means I’m your leader. Disobey me, and I’ll have to punish you.”
“Cheat on me, and I’ll neuter you,” she countered. “You might be the leader of the Hell Hounds, but as it turns out, I’m the granddaughter of the King of Hell.”
“You have yourself a deal, mate. Wait, what did you say? Granddaughter?” He sputtered.
“Uh huh. Your mate’s a princess, or so I’ve been told. It was news to me, too.”
“Never fucked a princess before,” Car muttered.
“Now you’re never going to fuck anything else. I’m yours, but you’re mine, and I will kill any woman who so much as looks at you wrong.”
Car didn’t do relationships. Not when he was mortal, and certainly not after he became a Hound. Things were different now, though. Leta didn’t have anything to worry about. Whatever this mating thing was, it had him by the balls and wasn’t letting go…and he was fine with it.
He slid a finger into her pussy, working it into her tight channel as she moaned and pressed backward against his hand. She was wet and welcoming, already primed for his cock, and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. They had centuries to make slow love to each other, but tonight, he needed to fuck her until neither of them could move.
“You’re the only woman I want. Even when I thought you were dead, you were all I wanted. Tell me you’re ready for me,” he said, already fisting his cock and moving into position behind her as he pumped his fingers in and out of her channel.
“Fuck, yes. I’ve missed you.”
He flicked a finger over her G-spot then withdrew his hand, replacing it with his dick. She moaned again and rocked backward, taking the tip of him inside her before he even moved. He gripped her hips and thrust home, sinking into her heat with a low groan. Being inside her was even better than he remembered. Her inner walls flexed around him, and he let himself go, pounding into her hard and fast, holding nothing back as he laid claim to what was his.
She took him easily, moaning each time he buried himself to the hilt. He reached up and stroked one of her ebony wings, and she trembled, her soft noises of desire growing more desperate with every touch. Soon they were both panting, skin slick with sweat, both of them lost in a perfect storm of passion.
She braced her arms on the bed and pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He wrapped an arm around her, drawing her up so that she was kneeling, her back pressed to the solid bulk of his chest. He filled her with every arch of his hips, gripped tight in the slick heat of her pussy. He groaned her name as the need to come hit him hard, and he gave into it, emptying himself into her with long, hard jets.
She gripped his wrist, lifting his arm to her lips. Her fangs were buried deep into his flesh before he knew what she was doing. She bit him hard, drawing blood and sealing the bond between them the same as he had done to her. She shuddered and came on a wild cry that reverberated off the walls.
His teeth sank into her throat a heartbeat later, and the two of them rode out the last seconds of their orgasms locked together in a moment that seemed to go on forever.
When she finally released him, she pressed a kiss to the spot where she had bitten him, sending a gentle pulse of healing energy into the wound before whispering a single word. “Mine.”
“You got that right, sweet cheeks. I always said that you were mine. It just took you a while to realize I was right.”
“Asshole.”
He nuzzled her neck and chuckled softly. “I love you, too.”
