Lowlander Silverback (Gorilla Shifter Royalty 1) by T. S. Joyce Page B

into her completely. That would leave a mark, but so fucking what? This was what he got with her, and he wanted a mark on her. He wanted her to look in the mirror and remember the exact second he took her. Claimed her. Claimed her? Yeah, that sounded right. She was his, and no one else for the rest of his miserable life would replace his Layla.
    He grunted as he eased out of her. Wrapping his arm around her back, he pulled her closer and slammed into her. She was mewling, begging, but she had to be quiet here. He kissed her hard, bit her lip to remind her to be quiet. Shit, he didn’t want that. He wanted her screaming out his name. He wanted her loud. His stomach flexed as he pushed into her again. Another sexy groan from Layla, and he was gone. Not thinking straight. Rutting like an animal, he pumped into her, careful to hit her clit every time they connected because, dammit, if this is all he could give her, she was going to come. He was going to take care of her. Satisfy her, satiate her— his animal required it. Duty. His duty shouldn’t be to female strangers whose genetics made them a viable match. His duty was to his mate—the woman who had his heart. The only woman he wanted to breed with. His teeth were elongating, just the canines. He could feel the burning ache of them.
    He wanted to bite her. It wouldn’t Turn her. It would only show other silverbacks she was claimed. He wanted to mark her, but wouldn’t hurt her, not when he couldn’t stick around to defend his claim. He pumped into her faster, and she met him blow for blow, soft noises of abandon in her throat. Don’t Change. Don’t scare her. Make her come.
    The growl in his throat was louder now, uncontrollable as pressure filled his dick. He was close, so close. He shoved her backward and laid her back against the desk. Jeans still clinging, he rolled his hips into her, locked his arms on either side of her head and watched her face as he took her. Bowed against the desk, she raked her claws against his back and exposed her neck. Good mate. Just like that.
    His eyes would be blazing, and his teeth were long now. He should scare her, but when she opened her eyes to dazed slits, a wicked smile came over her face. “Do it,” she gasped out.
    Kong slammed into her again as punishment for asking for things she knew nothing about.
    “I’m going to come soon,” she said on a breath. “Do it.”
    Kong lowered to her, bucking into her. So wet, fucking her had a sound. Sexy. He teased, grazing his teeth against her shoulder. He gripped her hair at her nape, steadying her as he thrust into her hard enough to shove her up the desk toward the door.
    “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he gritted out. A few more strokes, and he was going to blow. So tight. So good. “It won’t Turn you or fix things for us. It’s not like that for gorillas. It’ll only hurt and scar you.”
    Layla kissed his shoulder, then sank her teeth deep into his skin. Harder. He gritted his teeth at the pain. Harder still, she clamped down until the scent of iron filled the air. Little hellion human mate. What was she doing? Marking him so that every female he ever bred would see proof of his betrayal.
    Good mate. Smart mate.
    Holding back a roar, he sank his canines into her shoulder—shallow to keep her pain minimal, but deep enough that his teeth would leave four pink puncture mark scars. She cried out his name and clawed his back as her body clenched around his in deep, quick pulses. Her orgasm triggered his. He released her skin from his bite and pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes against the ecstasy as his dick contracted and shot jets of seed into her. Over and over, he pulsed into her, filling her until her legs were slick with him. “Fuck,” he whispered, shaking as he bucked into her again, slower this time. He lifted off her by inches as he continued to stroke into her wet heat, uninterested in breaking their coupling yet. In and out, slower