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He shoved his suit jacket down his arms and let it drop to the floor. A few of his shirt buttons were missing from Michaela’s handiwork, and the remainder popped off as he snatched apart the sides.

Michaela peered back at him over her shoulder, her gaze a caress over his bared chest, and watched him undo his slacks, then shoved them over his hips.

Her eyes rounded in shock as they lowered to his cock.

It was heavy, hard, and long. Like his height, there was nothing slight about the length of his dick.

“Amaros—” her voice quivered, worry distorting her features.

Before, he hadn’t trusted himself to undress around her and not take her, but now he couldn’t allow her more than a moment to glimpse her fill.

“I’m right here with you, little angel.” He moved closer, slid a hand up her back, and caressed the skin around the halter of her dress, still covering her. He reached for one of her hands. Taking hold of it, he brought it to the small of her back and linked their fingers together there.

He grasped his cock in his free hand and guided it to her pussy. There was already precum on the tip of his dick, but he still glided his crown up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness.

Amaros had his fingers inside Michaela more than once and knew how tight her walls were. No amount of stretching would prepare her for his size.

Even without hearing Michaela’s memory of being impregnated, Amaros knew whatever instrument the scientists used to fertilize her eggs, they’d taken care not to rupture her membrane, probably for their sick pleasure when she had to deliver whatever malformed mutant they had placed inside of her.

It would have increased her pain significantly.

But he had no fear because she was his blood mate, and his venom would have taken care of altering any deformity.

And in this he would take care.

He pressed forward, allowing her to adjust to the head of his cock before he pulled out all the way, then did it again.

Tremors rocked her body, but Michaela still whimpered every time he withdrew as if pleading with him not to leave her.

However, he knew he couldn’t delay the inevitable because prolonging it would do her no good, and there was no more waiting for him to have her.

“When I thrust into your pussy this time, push back on me, little angel.”

He centered his head right at her opening then circled her waist and began plying her swollen clit with firm, quick strokes, purposely propelling her to the edge.

“Ahh...Ah...”

When her hips began to mimic the motion of his fingers, and her opening tightened around the tip of his shaft, he knew she was almost there.

“Now,” he growled, driving his cock forward.

Eagerly following his command as she sought her completion, Michaela impelled herself onto his hard length.

She screamed but came at the same time, the walls of her pussy quivering and gripping him tight.

But he didn’t stop. In and out he thrust, riding her hard and deep. Her ample wetness eased his glide as he fucked her, his hips smack, smack, smacking against her reddened ass.

Amaros groaned in pleasure, as his world narrowed to the feel of her snug walls fisting his cock and the sounds of her cries.

Michaela pleaded with him not to stop, begged him to take her harder.

Their fingers remained entwined, giving each of them a lifeline, an anchor to the world as it seemed that everything shattered around them and inside them, and the ground dropped beneath their feet.

Still, he thrust into her, taking all she had to give, giving her everything he was.

When her pussy seized up around his shaft and he could sense she struggled to reach nirvana for the fifth or sixth time, he whacked her across her tender ass.

Once. Twice. On the third time, she was coming, screaming until her voice only came out as a whisper.

Amaros’s balls were full, heavy inside his sac, drawn tight against the base of his cock, but the burning in his gums as his fangs extended reminded him, he couldn’t let go until he ensured their mating—his beast demanded a blood-bond.

Leaning over her body, he gripped her hair and pulled her head back and to the side to expose the slim column of her neck and the fierce beating of her carotid artery.

“Please, Amaros...”

His height gave him the perfect advantage. He responded by sinking his fangs into her vein and drinking heavy and deep of her piquant-sweet blood, as silky as chocolate coating his tongue.

He brought his wrist to her mouth. Drink .

She did, breaking through his tough skin with ease, licking and sucking him down.

Mine. He drank more. You’re mine, little angel.

I’m yours, Amaros.

Once his dark beast was satisfied and rejoicing within him, Amaros then fucked his mate harder, faster, a blur of movement quicker than humanly possible.

Michaela came again. Her pussy milking his cock and pushing him over the edge.

All he saw was red, as they continued to drink each other in as their orgasms flowed from one to another, then another.

His seed bathed her womb, already sealed. Now, she carried babies who were transformed into his image through a bite, and he would love and teach them, but one day...one century his seed would take, and his little angel would carry a child of his loins.

Finally, spent for the moment, Amaros retracted his teeth from her skin, but he didn’t lick the holes closed.

The wounds would mend before they returned to their room, but the scars would take a few days to heal completely.

They would be visible long enough for anyone to see and know she was claimed.

When her mouth went slack, he pulled away from her, allowing his holes to gape. However, he could feel his body stitching closed even as he straightened up. No scar would remain for even a minute. He was too old for it.

Stepping back, he pulled his pants up, shoving his semi-erect cock inside and zipping his slacks closed. They weren’t done by a long shot, tonight.

She was his.

He admitted that seeing his mate in such a debauched way inflamed his core and ignited his dominance gene.

Her ass fiery red from his hand, her pussy wet and swollen from his cock, and her legs trembling beneath from her many releases she’d find it hard to stand in a moment. A wicked smile curved his lips.

But there was no need for her to stand. Amaros gathered her in his arms.

Micheala curled into his chest then pressed her blood-stained lips against his neck, his tie still within her grasp, and whispered, “Are we done?”

“Oh, no, mate, we are just getting started.”

Sherman, open the door.

In the back of his mind, he had sensed when his Prime showed up outside the door moments ago, and heard Sherman dismiss another who had stood guard there.

Since he had permitted Sherman to take his pleasure with Juli, Amaros had not expected to have him around so soon.

But he should have known, because his attendant was always efficient if nothing else.

Right away, Sire.

When the door promptly opened, Sherman stood back to let Amaros pass with his bundle. Amaros smelled Juli’s scent combined with his attendant’s. He was glad the man had not neglected himself.

Once he’d thoroughly exhausted his mate, he’d speak to her about taking Juli as hers. The female Prime seemed to have a heart for devotion and service, and exhibited loyalty, and that’s what Michaela needed.