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  I shove my much bigger body between her legs that fall apart to grant me full access.

  The scent of her arousal deepens. Her chin wobbles. Her lips move, but no sound emerges. She’s talking to me in her head, but no words leave her mouth. Even now she obeys me. Such a fucking turn on. My cock lengthens. I bury my elbows on either side of her head and bracket her in.

  “Look at me, Red.”

  She trembles and her eyeballs move behind closed eyelids.

  “Open your eyes.” I infuse enough command in my voice. Those green eyes of hers dilate, the black of her pupils filling her eyes until only a circle of sparkling emerald remains.

  “I am going to take you, Red.”

  She groans.

  “You hear me, Alice?”

  She swallows.

  “Nod if you understand.”

  She jerks her chin.

  “You want me to fuck you, little human?”

  Her gaze widens, and she nods. The open trust that laces her features...fuck that's my undoing and my aphrodisiac all at once. “You are aware that Fae are built differently than humans, right? Fae males extend out farther and—”

  The woman reaches between us and grabs my dick and positions it at her entrance. The wetness of her cum bathes the head of my shaft. The liquid heat of her luscious pussy calls to me, tugs at me, and something inside of me shatters. Holy fuck!

  “You are definitely getting bound the next time.”

  She juts out her chin, and that defiant gesture sends me over the fucking edge. I thought I’d tamed her? Nope. Nah, not even close. But she will submit to me by the time I am done with her. My balls tighten. I grab her thighs, pry them even farther apart, then tilt my hips and plunge into her.

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  Too big. Too thick. I'd expected it, but the physical reality of having his dick in me, it...Omigod, he’s splitting me in half! My eyes roll back in my head. He stops, allowing my body to adjust, allowing my soft pussy to shape around his girth. His cock pulses and every ribbed callus of his shaft scrapes over my inner channel. Heat saturates my blood and all of my brain cells seem to fire at once. More. I need more. "Please…” the words stick in my throat.

  "Take me, Red. Take what you need from me."

  He thrusts into me with such force that my body moves up the sheets.

  His cock breaches the tender skin of my barrier, and I howl. Ow, ow! That hurts. My breath comes in pants, my entire body goes rigid, and my back arches off of the bed.

  My body quivers. It’s only when he leans his weight on me that I am aware I have cringed away from him. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes and he bends his neck and licks them up.

  Somehow, that’s even more intimate than him burying himself balls deep inside of me.

  His dick thickens, pinning me down so I can’t move. Not that I am even trying…to move, that is. I can barely draw in a breath, for the force of his dominance holds me captive.

  He tilts his hips and his girth stretches me further.

  “Let me in.” He growls.

  What the—? How much deeper is he going to sink into me?

  “I’m not even halfway in, Red.”

  Gah! No way.

  “Eyes on me.”

  When he commands me in that voice of his—I gulp—I can’t refuse.

  He clicks his tongue, and my gaze veers to his face. His features come into focus. Harsh. Hard. Those planes and angles of his cheekbones can cut me up.

  Those blue eyes hold my gaze.

  The force of his presence is all around me, pinning me down with as much assuredness as his dick has me pierced to the bed.

  I gasp my chest heaving. A moan wheezes out of me.

  “You in pain, Red?”

  What do you think? I open my mouth to snap at him and he shakes his head. Just a jerk of his chin, that’s all it is, but I get him.

  I can interpret his every signal as if he’s already getting through to me, training me…and he is. Of course, he is.

  He slides out of me, and I whine. What the hell—? He’s only been inside of me for a few seconds, and already I miss him. My core clenches, seeking out the hardness that had impaled me a few seconds ago. I need more of him. Want all of him inside of me.

  He has to fuck me again. Now. My nerve-endings crackle with anticipation. My skin feels too tight for my body.

  I wriggle my hips, and his lips draw back, exposing those canines. I gulp again.

  This close, they seem even sharper than I had expected.

  A drop of liquid shimmers at their pointy edges. His eyelids blink, and like the well-trained human I am, I drag my gaze back to his.

  His pupils blink vertically, just for a second. His irises—blue, violet, indigo, so many colors infusing and fading away. So. Hot. My mouth goes dry. I can’t stop staring.

  “That’s it, look into my eyes, Red. Use it to ground yourself. Let me guide you.”

  What’s he talking about?

  My head whirls, and I am yanked into his penetrating gaze, losing myself in those searing indigo depths. He’s consuming me with that hypnotic stare, looking right into my soul and reading all of my deepest, darkest secrets.

  A white noise pulls at my subconscious, tugging at me. A warmth steals over my limbs, pulling me down, down.

  “Stay with me.”

  He plunges into me, and the jolt forces my awareness back into my body.

  Red and blue flashes ignite behind my eyes, and I scream. It hurts. It hurts. More than before. And…every pore on my skin pops open. I have never felt so alive as with his dick throbbing inside of me anchoring me to this plane. He was right. He’s forcing me to feel every breath, every gasp, every brush of his skin sliding over mine. I have never felt as one with my own self as in this instant. I have never been this alive.

  He drops his head and closes his mouth over mine. He sucks on my lips, as his cock expands in my channel, holding me captive.

  He tilts his hips and thrusts.

  His shaft plunges even deeper, nudging my cervix.

  I try to shove him away but I can’t. He’s too big, too intense, too much. He’s all around me, absorbing me into himself, forcing me to absorb him. Heat from him pours over me, his scent fills my senses, familiar, reassuring. His knot throbs, filling my channel.

  He locks his shaft behind my pelvic bone...ow! The pain, the pain that lashes through my body is so intense that it shoves me over the edge.

  Tight on its heels, a deep shudder tears up from my toes, grips my thighs, sweeping over my belly and my chest, to crash over me.

  Starbursts of blue and green splash behind my eyes, followed by a darkness that envelops me.

  When I come to, he’s still inside of me. His gaze narrows; his lips flatten. “You’re back.”

  I swallow and nod. Am I allowed to speak? What just happened? Did I blackout from the pleasure?

  “Did you orgasm, Red?”

  Yes.

  Warmth sears my cheeks, but damn if I want to admit it. To do so will, no doubt, only feed his already swollen ego.

  A smirk pulls at his lips.

  His dick lengthens inside of me, and I gasp.

  “Yeah, I’m still hard. I’ve been waiting for you to awaken. Wouldn’t want you to miss what I am going to do to you. When I come inside of you for the first time, I want to make sure you are conscious, that you can feel every inch of me as I knot you.”

  Wait, knotting? He’s never mentioned that before. I am aware that Fae males knot their women, but isn’t that reserved for mates? I open my mouth to ask, and he slaps his palm over my lips.

  I bite down on his flesh, and his shoulders heave.

  “It turns me on when you fight me, Red.”

  He surges inside of me, and his shaft, that thick, throbbing muscle rams into me, sliding through the liquid that pools in my core and eases his entry. I sense his muscles tense; his flanks coil under my calves…uh? When did I wrap myself around him? I dig my heels into his waist…wa
it. I want to push him away, right?

  So why am I clinging to him and tilting my pelvis up, just that little millimeter more so his dick jolts in even farther, going deeper than where anyone else has been? A moan trembles up my throat and crashes against the barrier of his palm. Color burns on his cheeks.

  “You’re mine, Red. Only mine.”

  He rams himself in so hard that his balls slap against my sensitive flesh. He’s possessing me, filling me, pinning me to the bed.

  A scream boils up, only to be shushed against his palm that gags me. Pain, so much pain, the white edge of it tears through me, pushing me up, higher, higher, urging me to reach for something that’s just out of reach. So near, yet so far away. It shoves me straight into that zone that's always existed just a little out of reach.

  A trembling grips me; my entire body is one writhing mass of need, lust, all of it mixed together to form a tapestry of longing, of just needing him to finish what he started. I grip his waist harder with my legs, throw my arms around him, and dig my nails into his shoulders. A burning sensation throbs at my temples, and my vision wavers. What is he doing to me?

  His gaze burns into me.

  “I am going to fuck you now, Red.”

  What the—? What's he been doing so far?

  My heart bashes against my rib cage, and adrenaline laces my blood. My entire body trembles and I want to tear myself away from him, but I can’t. For he’s holding me immobile with his gaze, his dick, the weight of his presence that pushes me to stay where I am, to take the pain he is giving me, the pain he is going to deliver to me.

  I try to speak and tell him that I am not sure I can take any more of this, this brutal fucking, this edge of pain, the fierce pleasure that hovers right there just out of reach, killing me with the suspense. But all that emerges is a gurgling sound.

  His entire body tenses, his dick grows even thicker—is he going to rip through me?

  He takes his palm from my mouth, then locks his arms under my knees. He yanks my legs up, only to loop them around his neck so my shoulders are flat on the bed.

  The angle lets him slip in even deeper.

  He brushes his lips over mine. “Hold on, Red.”

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  I feel myself extend. The hard flesh inside of my dick slides out.

  I should have warned her of what is to come, how savage it is when Faes mate… I didn’t. I want her to experience it without flinching. I want to absorb every single gasp of pain, every whine of pleasure as I sink into her hot, tight, cunt.

  Does that make me a bastard? Yes.

  Am I selfish? Probably. I revel in the searing heat of her virgin pussy as she tightens her muscles and clamps down on my shaft, pulling me in.

  I lock my extended cock behind her pelvic bone knotting into place.

  Her body goes rigid. A scream boils up her from her lungs, her throat. I lock my lips over hers, absorbing every last sound she makes. I yank her close, so her breasts are flattened against mine, swipe my tongue over the seam of her lips, suck on her, taste her sweetness. The scent of her sinks into my blood. Each wave of the aftermath of her climax ripples over her, over me. She shudders and digs her nails into my shoulders, then drags her other hand up and curls her fingers into my hair.

  She tugs on it, and I tear my lips from hers.

  My balls draw up, my knot contracts, and I shoot hot streams of cum, filling her up, marking her.

  “You’re mine, Red, you understand?”

  She moans, and her eyelids flutter.

  “Look at me, look at your Master.”

  She cracks her eyes open, and her gaze widens.

  What must she see? A beast who has lost control? Who won’t stop until he has taken her over and over again? The tips of my ears tingle and I flick them back. I pull back my lips, and her gaze drops to my mouth.

  She shudders, and all color fades from her cheeks.

  “You belong to me.”

  A fierce need grips me. It’s not enough that I knotted her, that I came inside of her, I need to mark her in a much more visible way. Claim her, mate her. Blood thuds in my temples, and my vision narrows. The scent of dragon smoke fills the air. I drop my head and bury my teeth at the curve of where her shoulder meets her neck.

  A scream rips out of her, and her body thrashes underneath me. Moisture gushes from her pussy and her cunt tightens around my shaft. Heat lances up my spine and my groin hardens. A fierce satisfaction fills me…I raise my head then hold my lips to hers. “Open your mouth.”

  She parts her lips, and I kiss her again. Thrust my tongue into her mouth so she can taste me, taste her blood. I reach down between us and swipe up some of our joined cum. Lifting my mouth away from hers, I drag my fingers over her lips. She swirls her tongue around my digits and licks them clean.

  “Rest now, little human.”

  Her eyelids flutter down, her chest heaves once. Then her breathing deepens. Her body twitches as she falls asleep.

  Her legs loosen around me, her arms slip down my shoulders, and her little body goes limp.

  Her face is flushed. Strands of dark hair stick to her forehead. I lower my nose to her throat and nuzzle her. She smells of my cum mixed with that sugary scent of her arousal laced with jasmine and that hint of fiery pepper, and mine…all mine. She moans and cuddles closer; her nipples graze my chest and fuck me if my cock doesn’t jump again. You are still knotted inside her, asshole. I claimed her without telling her what it means. I mated her, and she can never leave me.

  And isn’t that what I wanted?

  A way to keep her close, to make sure I never let go? And when she awakes, will she hate me?

  I will not allow that. I need her to give in to me. I need her sweet caresses to soothe the beast inside of me.

  She settles me, even as she incites the need to possess. To protect. I must keep her hidden away from everyone until the mating bond is consolidated. Until our soul bond is strengthened such that there is no doubt to whom she belongs. I have another day and a half before I take her back to Singapore, and I am going to make full use of that time.

  I bend down and lick her lips. “Wake up, sweet Red, I have a surprise for you.”

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  Alice

  His voice whispers over my skin, and I turn my head toward it. A touch over my lips makes me moan. I open my lips, and his tongue sweeps in. Sweet, so sweet. His caress flickers over my shoulders to touch the throbbing pain point at my throat. I groan and crack my eyes open. “Doc.”

  My throat hurts. Have I been screaming? Strange, considering he had told me not to speak and I hadn’t uttered a word, not counting the moans I had swallowed. The word I had been repeating to myself...his name…yeah, I had been saying it over and over again. I try to open my mouth, but all that emerges is a sigh.

  “Shh!” He feathers his knuckles over my jawline. His touch is so gentle, that I blink.

  I tilt my head, and he nods.

  “It’s fine to talk.”

  O-k-a-y. Apparently, I had been waiting for him to give me his go-ahead. He's reached into some part of my psyche that he’s tamed and commanded and brought to heel…how had he managed that?

  “What happened?” I try to move, and my muscles protest.

  “You had another orgasm.” Those beautiful lips draw up in a very satisfied smile.

  His shaft thickens inside of me, and my pussy quivers. “You knotted me.”

  His eyelids grow hooded.

  “Isn’t that what Fae males do with their mates?”

  He tilts his head, not confirming, not denying it. His features tense, and all expression is wiped from his face. I can’t read him, dammit. I hate it when he does that.

  “So…this.” I contract my inner muscles and wince. Slight shivers of pain radiate out from my pussy. Ouch.

  His dick thickens in response, and I gulp. “You’re still hard.”

  He tucks his elbows into his sides.

  “You don’t seem happy about it.”<
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  A vein surges at his temple, the tendons of his neck swell.

  “You going to speak or let me do all the talking?” I peer up at him.

  “You’re doing fine on your own.” He growls, and the sound is so harsh, so full of intent that it grates over my already sensitized nerve endings.

  “Please don’t do that.” I swallow.

  “What?” His tone is hard, but he lowers his voice so it’s barely above a whisper.

  “When you infuse that dominance into your voice, I want to jump and obey your command, but I am so very tired.”

  “You should be, Red. What I did to you wasn’t right.”

  “Huh?” I frown. “What’s this? An apology?”

  “I am laying out my intention, something I should have done before I took your—”

  “Virginity?”

  He nods; the skin around his eyes creases.

  “Being a virgin is overrated. I am better rid of it. Besides, I chose to give it to you, Doc.”

  His shoulders go solid. “I knotted you Red. I should have warned you, but...”

  "You thought it might scare me?"

  "You are strong; your capacity to experience the highs and lows of pain are more extreme than you could have imagined."

  I frown and survey his features. What's going on in the mind of this very complex man? How do I respond to his unspoken question?

  “It was not what I expected.” I manage.

  “I told you I liked to inflict pain.” He sets his lips.

  He wants my pain, but he worries about hurting me. He wants to protect me, be my savior, but he's worried about getting too close to me. Yet he wants to experience the most intimate connection on the physical level. He craves the kind of closeness that only bonding on the most instinctual level offers.

  The man is a contradiction of so many different emotions. Tension manifests in his stance, writ in every angle of his rigid body. How do I bring him down from whichever corner in his head where he is trapped?