With a low moan, she complied, leaning in with her hands resting on his thighs. She flicked her tongue out and slowly rubbed it over him, claiming the small pearl of liquid that graced the head.
“Mhmm,” she moaned, pressing her tongue against the roof of her mouth and savoring that small taste of her man. She licked her lips and moved in for more.
“Suck it.” He fisted his other hand in her hair.
She felt the sharp bite of pain against her scalp where he tugged her hair and whimpered as lust filled her. She opened wide, sucking as he pressed his cock between her lips and began a shallow fucking of her mouth. So good. No, more than good. So much more than good.
“You are my woman,” he told her, his voice hard and deep. “You disobeyed me.”
Oh, shit. He was mad just like Angel had warned her.
“You put yourself in danger. You put yourself in a position where someone else could put his hands on you, his scent on you.” Zane’s lips pulled back, his teeth locked together, the cords on his neck standing out.
He slid his fingers to cup the back of her head and pressed deeper, hitting the top of her throat and gagging her for a moment. She swallowed around him and fought to breathe through her nose. He groaned with pleasure as he eased out then thrust deep again.
“You will never do that again,” he warned. “Do you understand me?”
She mumbled around his shaft. Luckily, it seemed to satisfy him. She couldn’t shake her head with the grip he had, much less speak with a mouthful of cock. Hell, it was taking all she had to work through her instinct to gag every time he entered her throat. Thankfully, he interspersed the deeper strokes with more shallow ones.
“I’m going to come down your throat,” he grunted. “Then you’re going to drop to your hands and knees, and I’m going to fuck you until I can’t smell him on you anymore. Do you understand?”
She tried to answer with her eyes, show him how much she loved him. And she did. She might not have said it, yet, but she knew she did. It explained why her whole world had been torn apart when he’d left. It explained why she felt happier in danger with him than she did in the safety of their group without him. It wasn’t just a need for a mate. It was a love like none she’d ever dreamed of. Now, now she understood what Abby had, what Amia and Clara shared with their mates. It was a bond with no human equivalent.
He grunted and fucked her mouth, his dick sliding between her lips and gliding back into her throat or stopping just short of it. She sucked, swirled her tongue around and tried her best to keep her teeth sheathed behind her lips. He tasted so good, delicious, a carnal treat she hoped to indulge in more often.
“Diane.” He moaned her name, and her gaze flicked up his perfect body to lock with his. “I’m going to come, now. Swallow me, baby. Drink me dry.”
She mumbled her acquiesce around his shaft and felt her pussy dripping with need. Once she swallowed his tasty cum, he was going to fuck her. God, yes. She needed it, needed to feel him pounding hard into her pussy, filling her with all his long, thick inches.
“Ahhh,” he groaned as she felt the first hot spray of seed coat her tongue and splash against the top of her throat. “Yes, baby. Just like that. Just like that.”
He growled as she sucked and swallowed, wrapping her tongue up, over and around the crown to make sure she didn’t miss any of what he gave her.
He closed his eyes and let her keep sucking for a moment even after she’d swallowed every drop, then he tapped her check.
“Open,” he ordered and slid free when she complied. “Turn around. Hands and knees. Get your jeans down or I’m going to rip them off you.”
His words had her pussy getting impossibly wetter as she hurried to comply. Everything else was forgotten as she got lost in the dark promise of his voice. She was undoing her jeans and shimmying them down as she turned on her knees. The ground was rough against her palms, but Zane commanded her full attention when he pressed against her. He plunged into her, sheathing his cock fully inside her sex. She dropped her head to her hands and used one hand to bite on, muffling her cries of pleasure as best she could when he began a rough fucking that had her flying toward release.
“Mhmm,” she moaned, enjoying the dominant way he claimed her.
“Mine,” he grunted. “You are mine. I won’t tolerate another man’s scent on you. Ever.”
“Yesss,” she agreed with a hiss as her belly tightened.
He bent over her and bit her shoulder where her ripped shirt exposed it. That touch was all she needed to free-fall into an orgasm so intense she almost felt torn apart. She was flying, spinning out of control and the only thing keeping her tethered was Zane—her lover and mate. He released her from the grip of his teeth and slammed deep as he joined her in orgasm. Each heated splash of his cum sent her spiraling again and again until she collapsed beneath him, too weak from the pleasure to remain on all fours.