Navarro's Promise - Lora Leigh [106]
Thick, throbbing, stretching her rear with a burning, vicious pleasure, Navarro began to thrust into her. Each impalement rocked the pleasure higher, sensations building, electrifying as his fingers followed suit, fucking her pussy with three hard fingers and driving her fast and hard to the edge of an orgasm that shook her to her soul.
She could hear herself crying out his name. Her nails clawed at the upholstery of the couch, and as she felt the release tearing through her pussy, up her spine, exploding at her clit and clenching her ass around the penetrating, shafting length of his cock, Navarro began to come.
She felt the first heavy, heated spurt of semen as the knot began to swell, to thicken. Each throbbing spurt of cum filled her rear as he jerked against her, the tiny thrusts moving the knot against tender tissue and sending sensations to rush through her again, to prolong her climax, to destroy her senses.
At the curve of her shoulder she felt his teeth pierce her flesh, just enough to break the skin, to leave a proper mating mark. His tongue lashed at the wound, the mating hormone burned it.
Sensation upon sensation.
Fire and ice and thunder and lightning. Mica was shuddering, shaking. Each breath was a gasping cry as the dark, brutal pleasure just simply consumed her.
She was crying, tears falling from her eyes as behind her, locked inside her, Navarro growled and lifted his teeth from her shoulder.
“You will stay the hell away from him!” he snarled.
“Yes.” She didn’t have the strength to push him further. There was no further point he could be pushed to and there was nothing going on but a friend using whatever weapon he could find to force the recessed genes of the animal that had once been recessed.
It was no longer recessed.
How long it took for the swelling to ease, Mica couldn’t say. She lost all sense of time. By the time he eased from her and picked her up in his arms, exhaustion was a heavy, lethargic contentment that left her boneless and sated as he carried her to their bed.
She was only barely aware of him moving away, then returning only moments later with a warm cloth, and if she had been conscious enough, she would have been shocked as she felt him gently clean the sweat and slickness of their pleasure from her body and between her thighs before gently drying her.
She was drifting into sleep as she felt him move into the bed beside her, before drawing her into his arms and pulling her against his chest. The warmth of his skin, the hard, heavy beat of his heart against her back, she drifted into sleep with an ease she hadn’t known before.
“Sleep, Amaya,” he whispered against her hair. “Sweet love, just let me hold you as you sleep.”
Navarro had never known a contentment or a sensual exhaustion as he did now. Holding Mica in his arms, feeling her slip deeper into sleep, he also felt that wild, uncontrollable sensation of heat and restlessness ease as well.
The Breed genetics, the animal side he’d never truly believed existed inside him. But it was there. Like a separate entity rising inside him when he’d seen his mate with another man, that man shirtless, teasing, laughing with her. He’d felt it, so sudden, so violently alive there had been no fighting against it. The animal had refused to allow anything but complete possession of his mate. Full possession. Full mating. Possessing his mate as only he could, in the only way that would ensure no other could ever take her from him.
She belonged to him. He’d known she belonged to him since she was sixteen years old and he’d stayed away from her as long as possible. He’d given her as much time as he could to be her own woman, before she became his mate.
Before she had to face Breed life in ways she had never faced it before.
Stroking his hand down the long, silken waves of her hair as it fell around him, stroked his chest and warmed him.
As much as he’d fantasized about having