He drives into me with a force that steals my breath. The cot creaks and groans under the force of his thrusts. Somewhere outside, I think I hear the guards cheering us on. I couldn't care less. Nothing matters but the incredible sensation of Nash moving inside me. He's just spent thirty minutes with his mouth glued to my center, licking me to orgasm after orgasm, but it wasn't enough.
This is what I needed.
He braces his arms against the wall above my head to drive even deeper, harder.
I should've known what was coming.
Sharp fangs lengthened in his mouth. But all I could think was more. Now. Yes. All I knew was the intense pleasure of him filling me. Claiming me.
My head hits the concrete wall and I reach up to brace myself, but Nash curses and pulls out. In a flash, I'm on my knees facing the wall, hands splayed on the smooth grey surface and he's entering me from behind. I arch back for him, pushing my ass out and he grips my hips with a bruising force.
He slams into me over and over again until I lose my mind completely. Stars spark behind my eyes. I hear a snarl, but I don't know whether it came from me or him. The roar was him-it's a fucking lion's roar and I have no doubt every human or shifter in the place heard it. Probably every creature for five square miles heard it and took cover. There's no mistaking a lion's roar.
Nash shoves deep and stays. I shudder and clench around him as my mind orbits the moon. I don't come back to my body until Nash's teeth snap onto my shoulder.
Pain sears but it's quickly followed by euphoria. My lioness roars back.
Nash marked me.
I should be pissed. I should turn around and slap his face. But all I feel is bliss.
My body shakes and trembles as I tumble around on a high I've never known before.
Nash pulls me to sit on his lap and licks the wound closed. "Denali. Fuck. Denali. Talk to me. Are you okay? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen."
My eyelids drift to half-mast and I cover his mouth to shut him up. My purr is my only answer.
Nash
SHE'S all mating scent and greedy hands roving over my sweat slicked body.
"You came. You watched the fight."
"Yes." She rocks against me. "Yes. I have to have you."
Even with her mouth against mine, my thoughts stray. She saw me at my worst, most violent, my animal out and wild.
"Denali, please-"
"I need you," she pants. "I need you."
I stop trying to make sense of it. I hitch up her skirt and suck in a breath. She's not wearing panties. Fuck, she's not wearing anything but a tiny strip of fabric over her breasts and another one around her hips. Her skin is warm and smooth and clean, and I could die happy. Maybe I did. Maybe I died in the cell and now I'm in heaven.
"King of the beasts." She nuzzles me, like a cat begging to be stroked.
"Only if you're my queen," I growl and back her against the lockers. I shove down my pants and free my erection, fumbling in my bag for the condom in my wallet. She purrs as she helps me roll it on and guides me to her entrance.
It's so wrong. I shouldn't fuck my mate in this nasty place, but she wants it and I'm incapable of denying her. I surge into her.
Her head flies back, fingernails digging into my back. "Mine," her lioness growls, ripping at my back with her nails every time I thrust.
"Yes." I kiss her, embracing the pain, loving the feel of her claim. Why she would want to lay claim to me is bewildering after what I just did up there, but I'll take what I can get. This female is the only one I've ever cared about. The one I couldn't forget. Couldn't let go.
Well now I've found her, and she wants me back. It seems unbelievable.
I hold one of her thighs up, draped over my arm, which is braced against the wall. I have a good angle to drill into her and I use enough force to bend the metal lockers behind her.
"Denali," I rasp.
"Claim me, lion," she dares.
I laugh. Fuck, it's the first time I've laughed in years. It's not that anything's funny, it's this incredible lightness stealing over me. Denali wants me. She's not afraid. She likes my aggression.
I thrust harder and harder, the steam behind my orgasm gathering into a storm of passion. I'm nearly mindless with lust, finding focus is a struggle but I reach around and work a finger between her buttcheeks.
She cries out the moment I find her anus. Her face contorts, mouth opening. Her pussy squeezes tight around my cock, pulsing as she jerks and flails with her orgasm.
I roar as loud as I did that night I marked her. Loud enough to shake the walls. The blood beats in my ears as I slam into her once, twice, five more times and then I'm coming.
The room spins, sweat drips into my eyes.
She giggles into my neck. "The whole building went silent after you roared. Bet they didn't know how loud a lion can be when he's claiming his mate."
I'm glad she thinks it's funny, because I suddenly feel like a first-class asshole. Does everyone in The Pit know I just claimed her?
As soon as I let her feet touch the ground, she sags against me. I touch her dark skin, smooth as polished walnut, and rub it like a talisman. But when I take my hand away, my fingers are smeared with rust. I grip her shoulders. "Fuck."
"Nash?"
"Blood... on your body…" My breath saws from my lungs. My hands flutter over her, my vision narrowing. Oh God. I always knew I'd hurt her. I'm not fucking safe.