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"Open to me, Sasha," he commanded.
She did, suddenly and with a scream scraping out her throat and wounding her vocal cords. Her cervix bloomed under alpha sexual aggression and opened for him, letting Kane seat himself fully.
He roared in victory, a sound that shuddered through Sasha and made her inner muscles clench relentlessly in another pulsing climax. The sound bled though the walls of their nest and was answered by the other alphas in the compound.
Bent over her, pumping hard into Sasha, Kane's movements became erratic. "Take me. Take me, take all of me," he snarled as he reached his own peak, thick white ropes of seed spurting into her vulnerable, open womb.
Before she could ask for it, she felt him grow bigger, felt the stress on her delicate inner tissues from the base of him thickening into the knot that would keep him deeply seated within her.
Trembling, she took it—the knot, the pain—the essence of him, filling her up, filling all her empty spaces. Sasha was shaking all over, teeth chattering, not because she was cold, but because she was in a kind of sexual shock, senses on overload.
Kane held her tight, just to the edge of breathless. His breath ghosted along her ear as he nuzzled, kissed, and purred gently. But she sensed the relish of violence in him, a joyous ascent to the final act of conquest.
He opened his mouth wide and took her whole shoulder in. Then he bit down. Hard. Deep. Bloody.
Sasha had no energy to scream.
She took his monstrous, predator’s bite.
She took him.
Constantine Kane had chosen his mate.
Chapter 17
Locked inside of Sasha's channel, Kane filled her until she felt as if she was bulging from the volume of it. Covered with his weight, she couldn't move. One of his arms was wrapped across her shoulders, his hand to her breast, thumb tormenting her nipple. His other hand was tucked under her, curled over her mons, forefinger rubbing out a rhythm that kept her in boneless pleasure.
"Take me, Beauty," he grunted as his come spilled. He kissed the side of her face, behind her ear, and suckled at the fleshy part of her earlobe.
Had she not been lost in a fog of bliss and need, that might have tickled. Instead all his touches connected to nerves that ran directly to her clit or her womb. Everything felt addictively incredible.
They stayed that way for hours. Kane's knot took time to subside, but every time he was able to move again, his hips would start gliding forward and back, owning her once more.
Sasha drifted off to sleep. Kane kept on filling her with his seed.
She awoke to the smell of steak, lightly cooked so that the blood tainted the air and made her nauseous. Turning her head, Sasha found her position changed. Like she was a boneless, fluff filled stuffy, Kane had rolled her to her back. He crouched over her on his knees, eating the meat in quick bites.
With bleary eyes, she saw him toss aside the plate and grab a water bottle, the chilled glass beaded with moisture. She watched his throat move as he drank and tried to sit up so she could kiss him there, bite him there.
His big palm moved and pressed her flat, keeping her where he wanted her. He drank half of the bottle, then leaned forward. With a palm to the back of her head, he was sharing with Sasha. Her mouth was dry, but she didn't want it.
Quicker than she could see, he smacked her flank in reprimand, watching her with narrowed gold eyes.
The second time Kane offered the water, Sasha took it, lowering her eyelashes to hide her deep-felt defiance. He made her drink half before taking a mouthful and sharing it in a kiss.
Driven by a breeder's need to have him embedded into her body, she received the Kane-flavored water eagerly, finishing the bottle with him this way. His satisfied laugh was low and pleased, curling through her with delight.
Drops of condensation dripped onto her chest. Kane sought them out, his attention brought again to her breasts. Raw and aching from earlier rough treatment, she tried to get away from his hard suckling.
Weighing almost three times as much she did, twice as tall, she was easy for Kane to subdue. Her hoarse cries did not deter him. She felt the tip of his hardened cock weeping at her mound even as he settled in to punishing her soft, pliant flesh.
"Feed me," he demanded.
Sasha's hips pulsed against his sex, hunger awakened. Without a command to stay still, her hands wandered, fingers lost in the dark, soft locks of his hair.
She held him close. Her breasts had hurt for weeks and weeks, having grown from nothing into a generous, heavy, roundness.
As he drew on them, she felt a strange moving pressure that wasn't all that nice, even as her womb answered with a sharp kick of pleasure.
