It didn’t matter that they had made the choice to take this destiny. All that mattered was finding herself here and now. With her mate’s dick pushing between her lips, stretching them as a growl rumbled in his chest from the pleasure—that was all that mattered.
The world outside the heavy steel door could go to hell for all she was aware of at the moment.
As her lips sucked, her tongue stroked, Liza pushed at the denim until it was below his thighs, giving her unlimited access to the tight, hairless sac of his balls.
Oh God, she needed more of him.
Stroking the tightly drawn flesh beneath his c**k as she worked over the engorged c**k head, licking it, sucking at it, she teased the flesh below with her fingers as she stroked and teased it with merciless hunger.
She needed to drive him to that brink of control where nothing mattered but her. Where his only thought was burying himself so deep inside her pu**y that they were no longer two entities, but merged into one. That place where pleasure, both physical and emotional, joined and burned them from the inside out, melding them together.
“Sweet Liza.” He groaned above her. “That’s it, baby, suck my dick. Work that pretty mouth over it.”
Her pu**y clenched, spilling more of her juices as her clit throbbed desperately and her vagina ached to feel the heavy width burrowing between her thighs.
“Ah, baby, I’m going to die right here if you don’t stop.”
His c**k seemed to thicken in her mouth, the head pulsing, pounding at the roof of her mouth as she moaned in excitement, arousal tearing through her at the knowledge that he was close, so close to coming for her.
As that thought flashed through her brain, a heavy spurt of the pr**cum that always filled her as his c**k began penetrating her pu**y filled her mouth.
She had only a second to recognize the taste of the mating hormone his kiss held. That, and the heated sensation of a taste resembling cinnamon and coffee before he was jerking back from her, his erection pulling from her lips. A second later she found herself flipped to her stomach as his hands gripped her hips and dragged her to him, pushing her knees under her until she was kneeling at the edge of the bed.
The head of his c**k slid through the cleft of her ass, paused at the tiny opening there, and as her lips parted on a cry, the heated ejaculation spurted against her rear entrance, penetrating it, and suddenly sending a blinding, fiery flare of sensation tearing through her forbidden flesh.
“Mine,” he groaned above her as one hand shaped the curve of her hip and the other held his c**k flush against the clenched entrance to her anus.
Seconds later another hard spurt shot against the opening, penetrating further, relaxing the tight opening and sending a surge of need racing up her spine.
Oh God, she hadn’t expected this, not like this, not this soon. She may have ached for it when his finger pierced her there, but she hadn’t imagined—
“My mate,” he snarled above her again, leaning over her, the naked flesh of his chest against her back as the iron-hard crest pressed, parting the ultratight entrance and stretching it to accommodate the unusually thick width attempting to penetrate it.
Pleasure tore through her nerve endings as a cry rasped her throat, her fingers digging into the blankets beneath her as behind her, Stygian began working the width inside her. Each time her muscles clenched at the hard c**k head burrowing inside the previously unexplored tissue.
Agonizing ecstasy—there shouldn’t be such a thing, she thought hazily—pierced her anus along with his cock, shooting through the exposed nerve endings until she was screaming into the blankets and backing into the impalement.
“No more hiding from me,” he growled at her ear, his teeth nipping the lobe as his hips pressed against her again, pushing further inside her rear as another spurt of the natural lubricant eased and relaxed her flesh, making way for each shallow thrust that pushed him further inside her.
Liza was lost in a haze of sensations that made no sense. The need for more. Deeper. Harder.
Pain and pleasure combined as ejaculation of the pr**cum inside her heated the inner tissue of her rear, relaxed it, yet sensitized it further and burned her with an agony of pure sensation as his c**k eased deeper. Penetrating the tight ring of muscles just inside the entrance, he was suddenly lodged fully inside her, sliding in to the hilt as she screamed out at the piercing heat and near rapture suffusing her.
She couldn’t hold herself up. She was trying, but her arms were shaking as the sensations began to demand her full attention, her full strength. Clenching on the thick penetration, the inner muscles of her rear spasmed around his cock, flexing and shuddering in reaction to the possession as she felt the pillows suddenly being shoved beneath her.
She collapsed against them, her head turning to the side as Stygian’s teeth clenched lightly at the mark he had left on her shoulder and his hips began to move.
Each shallow thrust inside her tender flesh sent a furious surge of heat striking at her senses. Feminine weakness surged through her, a wave of sexual submission opening parts of her mind, her woman’s heart and soul that she never knew existed.
No, she would never hide from him again.
“Mine,” he snarled again before his tongue licked against the mark, sending another bolt of sensation to attack her nerve endings, to push her higher, deeper into the spiraling vortex of pleasure, pain, ecstasy and the dominating force of Stygian’s possession.
Her hips moved into each thrust, pushing back as he entered while cries fell from her lips each time he retreated. Feeling the f**king inside the ultratender depths, stretching the muscles there, burning her alive with a pleasure that built to a critical height, Liza was certain she would never survive it.
As the pleasure began to burn through her nerve endings, the feel of his hand pushing between her thighs, his fingers parting the folds of her pu**y, had her stilling in shock. A second later two fingers penetrated the depths of her vagina, stroking inside as he retreated partially from her rear, only to ease back as his hips pushed forward again.
As he synchronized the thrusts of his fingers with the engorged length of his cock, his thrusts became harder, deeper, faster.
Liza was screaming his name, or breathing it, trying to scream out at the agonizing pleasure building inside her, burning through her mind and tearing through her senses. Each thrust into the sensitive entrances only pushed her higher as the electric shock of each stroking thrust began to set fire to her nerve endings.