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As she opened over him again, Tor threw back his head and roared with all the fury and frustration of five years denied. An explosion of knowledge coursed through him. It was all about what they had missed. Her complete surrender to his total domination was the gift she’d tried to give him and he’d been blind to it. Unable to understand their cultural differences that were born of the same drive. Kneeling at his feet, her tongue licking the length of his cock, she’d taken them back to that place.

There would be no misunderstanding this time. The females of her species required a hard, vicious killer who could defend them with no hesitation. She had chosen him and he was well able to see to her needs.

Chapter Four

His hands reached down and gripped her head as she worked his cock, his fingers sliding into her hair, ensuring she took him as he pumped into her sweet mouth. The thunderous roars of other males outside his door seeking entrance to rip his woman away from him, the bare stone tower around them, all of it was straight out of this planet’s ancient history. The dangerous past had come full circle and would be repeated this day.

Tor’s hands slid down under her arms and pulled her off him. His woman’s mew of loss turned into a gasping howl of pleasure as he lifted her high and dipped a shoulder to force her legs over his shoulders. Holding her back with one hand, her ass with the other, he brought her cunt to his mouth and proceeded to show her that he meant to have everything she offered.

Her head dropped back on her shoulders as he sucked naked pink folds into his mouth and ate the honey from her core. Before he was done, she would have no option but to scream her pleasure. He wanted the males outside that door to hear her scream for him. Beg him to take her. This was the hard, possessive beast she drew out of him. The one who had shed civilization a long time ago as his arms closed around her for the very first time.

Swept into the violent past where death could well be the price of a mate as strength was the only measure of survival, he knew the she-beast he held to his mouth and reveled in her. He would take her as his forefathers had claimed a mate. Marking her as his possession and demonstrating the right before his warriors. Not that he’d open the door and engage them in battle for her, but this might as well be a public fuck. He kept her by the door to be sure every scent reached them, every sound was heard.

The tip of his tongue scraped over her clit and Sahara moaned. He flattened his wide tongue and thrust deep into her channel, coming back to her clit immediately. Her body tensed, thighs over his shoulders, trying to pump up into his face. Tor nipped a sensitive labial fold in punishment. She squealed but did not jerk away. She settled back to where his hands had directed.

Returning to the business of eating her as he pleased, Tor was rewarded with her gasping pleasure as he held her body to his face. Spread open and controlled by his strength, she couldn’t move away, couldn’t do anything about it, and that was exactly what he needed.

Her body shuddered. Tor sucked her clit lightly then tongued it with the rough tip. Leaving that bundle of nerves, he moved over pink folds, around them, in them, his muzzle and tongue explored her fascinating core. Through his hands he felt her body tighten, her sleek muscles tremble on the high wire of pleasure, and knew she was close. Seeking the protrusion of her clit, he lapped in circling strokes. She screamed for him as she came, high and long. Bathing his face with her intoxicating pleasure.

Her scent painted the air with lust, and outside the door there were no more roars. Only full-throated groans as the males were held in a thrall this world had not known for so long they thought the legends of it were fiction.

Stroking engorged folds with lazy licks, he waited for her to calm to soft tremors then rolled his wide tongue, making a spear, and thrust into her. She jerked in shock as he fucked her hard and fast with his mouth, and that’s when Sahara gave him what he’d been waiting for. The acknowledgment a warrior taking his woman required to make sure the males of his tribe knew who this female belonged to.

“Please,” Sahara screamed in desperation. “I need more.”

He stopped long enough to demand, “Ask.”

His mouth returned to her channel to torment her with thrusts that were not quite enough, but raked carefully prepared tissue. He took her sensitized core in demanding strokes, incisors lightly scraping plump folds. Sahara writhed in his hold, her fingernails raking the muscled arms holding her up for his attention. Tor dropped to his knees and lowered her upper body to the floor.

Her head and shoulders rested between his knees as his hands clamped around her hips, holding her with her legs over his shoulders, her cunt spread under his mouth. As she looked up her body at him, he captured her gaze and pulled back from her to extend his tongue and flick its tip over her clit again. Ensuring she could watch him enjoy her private flesh.

The change in sensation, his deliberate display of dominance as he took her pleasure drove her over into orgasm again. This time the little woman roared in demand as he held her off his mouth and stroked her with the wicked tip of his tongue.

When she could breathe, she complied with his demands. “Cock. Please,” she begged shamelessly. “I need it.”

“Whose cock?” he snarled.

“Tor. Only Tor’s cock.”

Tor grunted his satisfaction, lifting her thighs above his head, he flipped her over and brought her down straddling his hips, face and hands to the floor. Her hands braced beside her head and Tor took what had always been his. He set her knees down outside his own, spreading her for his entry. His hands glided up the insides of her thighs as she trembled in front of him. With each movement he could see her sweet cunt clench as liquid need wet her thighs.

His thumbs pulled her outer lips wide, ensuring nothing was hidden from his view, shielded from his use. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue from her clit, over her opening, dipping in briefly and then up the sensitive bridge of flesh to her other opening. Her body clenched as he paused then circled.

He drew back to look at her tightly closed ass and smiled darkly. One of his hands left her pussy to palm an ass cheek, his thumb resting on her entrance. Applying pressure, he waited a moment.

“Accept,” he demanded in a rasping growl. “Only this, but do not deny me. It would be dangerous for us.”

She understood his brief warning. He would have her, all of her. The strength required to hold a female of her species would also require her complete surrender. It was what she needed to feel safe in him.

Her muscles relaxed and his thumb pressed into her back entrance. His other hand grasped the base of his cock and positioned the head at her cunt lips. Slowly he rose off his heels, driving into her tight body as his thumb pressed into her other opening. Long, hard cock stretched damp folds as he pushed in. She tightened around him, responding to the sensation of his thumb taking her ass as he entered her channel for the first time. He ignored the resistance, easily penetrating her, the long, steel-hard cock invading her, driving deep to touch her womb. He sank his thumb in her reluctant ass, to the palm.

Seated to the hilt, he gazed down at her body impaled on his and blew out several hard breaths to calm the animal demands her surrender called up in his nature. He would have her in every way. But now was the claiming. Later would come sealing her body to his.

So beautiful, the female beneath him was gushing around his shaft as her ass contracted and released on his thumb. This type of hunger drove males to fight nations for the right to have one woman. She could make him a savage. No. She had done that already. He was hanging on to some shred of control by a thread. Shoving into her in one brutal thrust that gloried in her body’s tightness instead of being careful of it was that savage.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep her. No male he wouldn’t kill for touching her. Not even his brothers. Now he understood the violence of that far-distant age. If her kind were back in his world, they had to find a different way to handle it. He’d work on that plan later. Time was up. Sahara mewed in protest as he pulled his thumb from her body. In doing so, she pulled the trigger on the savage in him.

He lunged forward, covering her kneeling form, his hands hitting the floor beside hers and released his hold on control. Thrusting hard and fast, he worked her cunt over him, fucking in the most basic way possible. The slap of his thighs on her rump beat a furious rhythm.

Sahara shook her head and arched beneath him. Tor’s jaws opened over her shoulder and he held her in place the old-fashioned way, with incisors threatening to clamp down. Her channel responded to his primitive demand, tightening around him as he powered into the hot gate to heaven that lived between her legs.

The hard length of him stretched her in relentless demand. He knew his use was too rough, too base after her being a widow so long. The clutch of her body around his shaft was so tight it bordered on painful and he was ramming into her with ferocious pleasure. The tight, unused channel brought a possessive satisfaction as this woman made him lose his mind.

Her bare knees on the stone floor were taking a beating. He couldn’t stop. They had gone too far and she robbed him of control. It wasn’t her fault, and it was. With her, only with her, he was falling into an abyss of carnal pleasure that reveled in base abandon, ruling his responses. She drew brutal sexuality from him and then she responded to it with such fierce demand. He took her hard.

His fur clung to his body in damp furrows as the world around them disappeared. This was sex, claiming, possession. The woman beneath him a hard-won prize, and taking her had turned back the clock on them. He hadn’t had to kill her other suitors, but he’d wanted to for five excruciating years. It equaled the same thing apparently and he had never been as civilized as he’d thought.

Driving into her was pleasure and pain. Sexual excitement had never cut through his body with this intensity. His hips slammed him in to the hilt, driving every long inch of him into the clasp of her body. She raked him with her interior muscles straining around the thick base of him to the flared head.

Tor reared back to grasp her hips and pull her on him as he watched her take it. It wasn’t a conscious move, but nor was it something he could have resisted. The powerful visual fed a new drive into the pounding fuck. Possessive and base, he reveled in the pink folds turned red from the slap of his groin and use of the thick cock they strained around. His palm caressed the globes of her ass as they jerked each time he slammed into her cunt. He drank the visuals, consumed the sounds. Her grunting squeals, the sounds of his woman taking his cock hard and deep as she submitted on the floor, fed him.

He’d always been a demanding, dominant male. He hadn’t known he was this male. That he could adore every little thing about her and still need to use her hard. Need to hear her on his cock with dirt streaking her face as her cunt gushed in pleasure. His balls burned with the drive to mix his scent, the smell of his seed into the drugging aroma of her arousal.

His head went back and a roar erupted from the bottom of his soul. Into her body his seed splashed the back of her womb as his hips shoved him deep and jerked in potent response to each burst of seed. It went on and on. She took him to a place of exquisite pleasure that engulfed his body. Introduced him to an addiction he’d never get over.

When he could breathe again, Tor gingerly pulled out of her. He was still hard. She had collapsed on the floor. Shaking his head, he tried to clear the erotic fog as he gazed down at her back. It rose and fell with her panting. Her splayed legs exposed the engorged folds of her sex, his seed dripping from her. He fought the urge to lift her hips and pound back into the hot cavern of her cunt. Fucking her mindlessly again.

He lifted her to gather her in his arms. Somehow in turning her to him she settled her legs around his waist and his cock slid in her.

Surging into the heat of her channel, he felt his muzzle draw back in a dominating snarl as he watched her moan. Holding her before him, she leaned back on his arms. Sahara arched, offering the soft mounds of her chest as his cock impaled her. Her head turned to the side in submission, her arms extended behind and beneath her to grip his thighs.

The deep surrender she gave him and the pleasure of looking at this woman offer her body in complete openness was more than he could resist. He’d meant to be gentle. To make up for the basic fuck with care of her body, but it seemed the claiming was not over for either of them. His head bent to her breast, grazing sharp incisors across tender flesh as his hips thrust into her with renewed power.

Her response was to shudder on his cock with a female’s elemental approval. His tongue curled around her stiff nipple and he took what she offered. Tor took it with all the harsh greed of an inflamed Leonor, sucking her breast into his mouth and marking the soft flesh as incisors scraped over her.

Gorging himself on the feel and sight of her, marking her was imperative. Marking her with his body, teeth and claws, not some external show of ownership like a brand. He’d never understood marking a lover before, now he couldn’t stop as sharp claws skimmed down her back.

His woman, she moaned, her head thrashing as he supported her on one arm and lightly raked her with the claws of the other hand. Never breaking her smooth skin, red lines followed his hand around her ribs and over her breasts. The display of perfect trust as he marked her moved him in a way he wasn’t aware mattered to him.