PrimalHunger by Dawn Montgomery

spiking from the teasing strokes.
    “Guide me, sweetheart.” His voice was ragged.
    She reached between them, setting the head against her slick
entrance. He gripped her hips and arched, driving deep into her pussy. The
muscles of her channel squeezed and pulsed around every incredible inch of his
dick. She cried out, digging her nails into his chest.
    “Fall forward, just a bit.” He tilted his hips and went
deeper than she imagined possible.
    Shivers of delight raced down her spine. Her hips rocked
forward and back. Little pulses of electric sensation lit all the nerve endings
in her pussy. Fuck, this wasn’t going to take long. The rich scent she’d come
to recognize as uniquely Azros surrounded them.
    “You have such a sweet pussy. I love the way it milks my
cock.” His grin was wicked sin. “Hold on to me sweetheart.”
    She had a moment to grip his shoulders before his hips
lowered then thrust hard, impaling her, burning her alive with sensation.
    “Fate, I wanted to be gentle.” His voice was raw with lust.
    God she loved his voice. “Don’t you dare.” She dug her nails
into his skin.
    His fangs gleamed and fingers dug into her hips. His feral
gaze pierced her from eyelash-shrouded slits. He fucked her with deep, hard,
intense strokes, which sent her spiraling into a sex-induced haze of pleasure.
Every sensation built on the next until she was drowning in a maelstrom of
erotic delight. She was falling. “Please,” she begged, pleaded. Her body rode
him through the first crest of orgasm into another. She cried out, calling his
name.
    When her second orgasm shattered, his thrusts became erratic
until he followed behind, slamming deep into her pussy.
    He dragged her down into the comforting circle of his arms.
“You are incredible.”
    She curled against his body, his steady heartbeat a
comforting thump against her ear. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Her pussy
trembled in tiny aftershocks of pleasure, and the occasional purr from his
chest soothed her further. She’d always been partial to giant cats. Especially
sexy, dangerous and oddly cuddly giant cats. She huffed out a small breath.
Azros was getting under her skin.
    “You are thinking too loud.” His drawl was laced with humor.
    She slowly rubbed her cheek against the entrancing velvet
softness of his stripes. “My mind never seems to stop.”
    “Hmmm.” He nuzzled the top of her head, and that sexy purr
rumbled from his chest.
    “How do you purr like that?” She absently continued stroking
her cheek against him. It was such a fascinating difference in texture between
bare skin and stripes.
    His purring stopped. “It’s a part of our physiology.” His
voice trailed off. “You know, I’ve never really asked why we do it. It’s just
one of those things we’ve always done.”
    Kendra pressed a kiss against a stripe. “I love it.” The
purring combined with a scent she was coming to recognize as…she wouldn’t say
happy, not yet, but definitely comfortable. Relaxed. Content.
    “There goes that brain again.” He chuckled. “I must not be
doing my job of properly exhausting you.”
    Heat burned her cheeks and she cleared her throat. “Oh no,
it’s not that at all.” Hell, if her body became any more relaxed, she’d be a
puddle of goo. “This change is just a lot to take in.” It was time to get ready
to head out.
    “Want to soak in the pools for a while?”
    He squeezed her against him and rolled them over until he
settled against the vee of her thighs. Even half-erect, the man was impressive.
She smiled up at him, loving the way his still-damp hair fell in a curtain
around his chiseled face. With a day’s growth on his chin he looked like a
rogue. She ran her fingers along his jaw, surprised to find the hair to be
soft.
    “I would love to.”
    He gave her a quick kiss and rolled off. In a second he was
on his feet and holding his hand out to her.
    She raised her eyebrows and took his hand, allowing him to
draw her up.