When he began to move, her arms curled around his neck, leaving her clinging to him as he thrust long and deep, tormenting both her and himself. It was too much, and yet not enough, the slow build-up leaving both of them panting as Adele arched against him with a whimper.
“Please Thian... please please. I need more, you're killing me. Don't stop... oh God don't stop.” Her nails dug into his shoulders as she pleaded with him, leaving a slight sting.
He had no intentions of stopping. Not now. Likely not ever, if the cat had its way. Thankfully, until there was a full mating, he didn't think there was a risk of pregnancy. At the very least, he'd never heard of an unwanted or surprise pregnancy between shifters and humans before a mating was finished. Not that it couldn't happen, he supposed, he'd just never known it to. Same with diseases, he couldn't pass anything on to her, and vice versa. Their genetics were simply too different at the moment, until and unless she was turned.
It meant he felt every tiny quiver of her inner walls around his cock, the way she clenched tighter as he began to pick up speed, breaths coming faster as he tried to hold both his cat and his release at bay. It was a losing battle, and one he wasn't sure he could win, even though he knew the end result could be devastating.
He couldn't claim her now, not with everything going on. Realistically, he knew that. It was dangerous, not only for her, but for himself. If the rogues found out she was mated to someone in the pack seeking to destroy them, she'd become a pawn in their vendetta. They would no longer be attempting to kidnap her, they'd be setting out to kill her. Anything in an attempt to warn the club to back the fuck off. They'd lost their benefactor. Thian had to assume they were now desperate.
As a human, he understood the risks, the potential mess it'd create for everyone. The harm it could cause to her. The cat? Scented his mate, felt the way she shuddered as his hips worked, fingers scratching at his back as her eyes clenched shut. She'd begun to lift up, meeting every thrust of his with a circular grind of her hips, making him damn near see stars. The way she bit her lip to avoid crying out made Thian shudder himself, the move far more of a turn-on than she likely intended.
All he could see were those teeth buried in his neck, his in hers, completing a circuit that would connect them for the rest of their lifetimes and beyond. Unable to stand it, he withdrew, ignoring her mumble of protest. If he kept watching that, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from completing the mating, damn the consequences.
“Turn your ass over, Princess. Grip the headboard. Don't move those hands. You don't let go until I tell you to, understood?”
Eyes wide, she nodded, hurrying to scramble upwards, slim fingers curling around the iron bars without complaint. He took a perverse kind of pleasure in watching her follow his orders, a bolt of lust shooting straight through his cock.
Once she'd taken her position, raised up slightly on her knees, he moved up behind her. His hands slid up her thighs to rest on her hips, his fingers curling around them. This time, there was nothing slow or easy about their joining. His hips pounded into her, her cries of pleasure mingling with his groans to echo in the small room around them.
As she tossed her hair over her shoulder to glance back at him, eyes bright, he realized he'd made a massive miscalculation. Once again, his vision tunneled, gaze focusing on the smooth skin at the juncture of her shoulder and neck. The pulse throbbing there nearly echoed the throbbing in his cock, racing just beneath the skin. His mouth watered for a taste, senses on overload between her, his cat, and the feel of her rocking backward to meet his thrusts.
Everything he'd warned himself about, everything he knew was dangerous about this went straight the fuck outta the window. He wasn't in control of himself, all that was left was the cat's feral need to claim its mate, to mark her as his own. To ensure she was under his protection, that other shifters knew she belonged to him. Without conscious thought, he reached forward, fingers tangling in her hair, twining the strands around his hand. Jerking her upward, he couldn't help the satisfied smirk as she clutched tighter to the bars.
She wasn't letting go.... and neither was he. His yank had lifted her enough to allow him to bend forward, lips seeking the flesh he'd sought. Tongue lathing it lightly, he wrapped his free arm around her stomach, holding her still as he fucked her with deliberately measured strokes, no longer withdrawing completely, keeping himself sheathed within her depths with shallower, deeper thrusts.
As she began to shake with the first trembles of impending release, he sank his teeth into her skin, the effect almost instantaneous. Like a live wire dropped into a placid lake, the shock of instant awareness had goosebumps rising on his flesh, cock jerking as he came with bright pulses of light behind his closed eyes. He swore he could almost feel her, as if they were joined physically as well as mentally, two halves of the same whole.
Her cries danced over his, the symphony exquisite to his ears. With the way
