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And then I molded my big palm around the fleshy mound.

I leaned in and dragged my snout along her throat, over the underside of her chin, and followed the same path with my tongue.

Fuck, I was close to coming, and adjusted my body to the side so I now faced her, my cock pointed right at her belly. I wanted to make a sticky mess on Marcella so she’d never be able to clean it fully off.

“Marcella,” I growled and bared my teeth, a warning for her to obey me.

She exhaled and slowly tipped her head so she could look into my face.

“You’ll look right at me as we do this, as I claim you this way for the first time.”

I squeezed her hand with my paw, knew I was probably hurting her, but she didn’t tell me to stop. And even if she tried to stop this, I couldn’t. I was too far gone in my primal need to have her, to make her see and feel and fuckingknowthat I’d never let her go.

“Wait,” she gasped out, but I just curled my fingers tighter around hers. “I can’t do this.”

“You will do this. You’re going to get me off so I can come all over you.” She made a strange noise and halfheartedly tried to pull her hand back. And although I kept my hold on her, if she truly wanted me to stop, I would have let her go.

She wanted to act like she needed this to stop, but I could smell how sweet and drenched her cunt was. I could hear her little mewls that she tried to keep buried deep in her throat.

Her pupils were blown, her lips swollen and red because she kept biting them.

I slid my paw over her nape to tangle my claws against the back of her head, gripping the strands and jerking her head back.

“Are you going to be a good girl and admit you’re mine?”

She moaned again and shook her head, which had me humming in pleasure and frustration at her defiance.

And when she mewled out, when she closed her eyes and parted her mouth even more—as I smelled her orgasm flower in the air—that’s when I let myself go.

I let a low rumble leave my chest as my balls tightened, and I exploded, spraying my seed all over her belly before angling my cock up so the thick white ropes splattered against her throat.

She gasped.

I pulled her in closer and dragged my tongue along her mouth, repeatedly. And still I kept marking her because she was mine.

It was a second of me sucking in great lungfuls of air, my body shaking and shuddering from getting off, before I felt calm enough to think clearly again. Jerking off wasn’t foreign to me, but I’d never had a female touch me. Until her.

While she was still in her post-pleasure haze, I didn’t stop myself as I dragged my tongue along her cheek and then over her lips again. When she parted her lips, I let my tongue slip in.

I didn’t have a mouth or lips, and could never kiss her the way I’d seen humans do. But I could lick her, lapping at every inch of her body until she shook and cried out for me to give her more.

“You,” she finally said in an almost shocked tone before that surprise faded, and I could see the spiciness I loved so much in her come forth. “It was you.” She glanced down and picked at her shirt, my cum soaking the fabric and I felt fierce pride because of it.

I knew she’d figured it out, and my length started hardening again at that reality. Iwantedher to know that what I’d done was something my kind did when we found our mate.

“Say it, my fierce little female. Tell me what you’ve realized.”

She took a step back, and I let her.

Her hands were curled into tiny fists at her sides, her nostrils flaring, the scent of her annoyance filling my nose in the most tantalizing of ways.

“You… you…” she couldn’t get past that lone word, but I didn’t move, didn’t speak, just watched her and let her work through this.

“You came all over me like a damn pervert.”

I moved a step closer, the water rippling around me. “Imarkedyou.”

The sound that came from her was loud and shrill. “Marked me? Like a damn dog pissing on a tree?”