Taming The Queen Of Beasts

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<strong>GAR</strong>

The fur was a delicious, tantalizing tease on his skin, the tickle of it raising the hair on his arms as he lifted Rika and lay her on the sleeping platform. He was forced to pull away from her for a moment to follow her up, and she whimpered, reaching for him, pulling him back in to cradle him between her thighs when he crawled over her.

"Don't leave, don't ever leave me alone," she whispered, then nipped at his chin as he lowered himself over her.

"Never," Gar grunted, fighting the urge to simply plow into her. Instead, elbows braced over her shoulders, he cupped his hands over her head and took her mouth, plundering, exploring, and when she turned her face to kiss his bicep, tasting the skin of her jaw, licking the shell of her ear.

Their bodies fell together, found each other naturally, as if they'd been made to fit—all her soft cradling him, beckoning to his hard, and when she turned her face up to kiss him again, her tongue curling under his lip, he rocked against her once, twice, finding that delicious friction that promised so much more.

Soon, soon. He forced himself to breathe and wait, but Rika tilted her hips and he almost took her.

"Vixen," he groaned into her mouth. "Let me do this properly." But he was smiling.

She dropped her head back and sighed, doing it again, but he was prepared for her this time and tilted his own hips to accommodate the new angle, sliding against her, over that bundle of nerves that made her jolt. Both of their breath's caught.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, Gar."

Gar arched his back, holding himself above her, his shoulders rounded, and dropped his head, blowing out a long, shivering breath as he rocked again.

Rika gripped his ass and pulled him against her, her hands trembling.

For a long minute they lost themselves in the peak and slide of their skins, in shuddering breaths, and tiny cries.

He'd had every intention of taking her slowly, building her to her peak, to make sure she felt cared for and safe, to coax her to freedom with him.

Instead he found himself chasing her, fighting his own climax not to save himself for her, but to savor the moment before she forced him to it.

Rika was magnificent—brave and open, sighing her approval when he stroked her, urging him on through gritted teeth when he teased her. Their rocking and rubbing brought him so close to climax he was forced to ease back.

She whimpered again and clutched at him when he started to move, sliding his body against hers and down, but then he closed his mouth over the peak of her breast and she arched.

"Oh, yes, Gar!"

Gar was stunned by her, eyes open and watching her. Rika had her head arched back and hands all over him. As he kissed his way down her body, tasting both breasts, her navel, she rippled under him, exploring every dip of his back and shoulders, and raking her hands through his hair.

When the sight of her was too much and he couldn't resist anymore, he crawled back up her body, until his lips were on her neck, his breath rasping. With a sigh of pleasure, she turned her head to give him better access, and grasped his hips, digging her fingers like claws into his ass, pulling him closer, bumping her hips, pleading with him.

"Please, Gar. Please."

He chuckled and pushed up to brace on his hands, staring down at her, his chest rising and falling like a bellows. Bur Rika hesitated, opened her eyes, and stopped rocking against him, searching his eyes, fear threading into her scent.

"Oh, no you don't," he growled, putting all his weight on one arm to cup her neck with the other. Then, arms braced and back arched, he finally, finally took her in one long thrust and a guttural groan that dropped his head for a moment in a fight for control that left him shaking.

Rika cried out, then her voice caught. One of her hands fisted in his hair, the other gripped his ass as her eyes rolled closed and she arched to meet him, mouth open in a silent, breathless scream.

"There's my girl," he purred.

Rika's breath shuddered out of her and she arched again.

Still cupping her neck, Gar braced his wrist against her shoulder to give himself leverage, then thrust again. And again.

"Oh…" she gasped. "I… yes! Gar!"

She rolled her hips like riding a horse, her hands dancing all over him, gripping his arms, cupping his face, fisting his hair, clawing down his back. She found his rhythm and met him, stroke for stroke, holding her breath with every new invasion until he feared she might pass out. And still she reached for him—with her body, as well as her hands.

"Gar, you're… I love you."

Still rolling into her, Gar kissed her lips, whispered "I love you more." Then he began to tremble, his body betraying him, driving for his climax with every thrust until he feared he might fail her.

But Rika was beginning to keen, her voice high and breaking with every drive, her cries growing higher, more desperate.

Gar gritted his teeth and plunged into her again and again, the mating call echoing in his throat and through the cave as he called for her, pleaded with her to come with him to paradise.

Still braced on his hands, looming over her, Gar began to shake and Rika huffed his name again and again.

"Fuck… Rika!" Gar let his head fall back, pleading with the Creator for restraint. But then she wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck and pulled herself up, into his chest, and opened her mouth on his throat.

His body jolted, screaming with pleasure and every instinct that his mate was here! His mate was his! His True Heart's call!

Control shredded, Gar fisted his hand at the small of her back, pounding into her. Rika's whimpers became cries and her head dropped back too, though she kept clinging to him as they joined again and again. Shaking, her voice breaking, Rika huffed his name once, held her breath as her body tensed, clenching around him, then she cried out, "Gar!"

Gar tumbled over the cliff with her, roaring his joy and ecstasy, his body convulsing with pleasure as he dropped, curling his arms around her head, cradling her to him as they rode out the final wave of release, then slumped in a tangled web of sweaty, humming limbs.