HauntingBlackie by Laurann Dohner

his shaft, tightened his
hold on her ankles and shifted to wrap his arms around each of her thighs,
holding them tightly against his ribs. He drove into her with one swift stroke
and she gasped, crying out as a stab of pain shot through her.
    He froze, buried deep inside her. The jolt of pain faded as
the seconds passed.
    “It won’t hurt again.”
    She nodded, trusting him.
    He lifted her ankles to his shoulders and bent forward just
enough to pin her with his weight so she was almost bent in half, not that she
minded. He slid in deeper, stretching her more, and she loved the sensation of
being filled by him. They were finally joined together.
    He slowly moved, withdrew a few inches before gliding back
in deep. The pain was replaced by wonderful sensations. Her body was designed
to heal and it was doing its job. Blackie moved faster, his cock igniting a
need to come. He lifted her a little higher until her ass left the bed to hover
over it a few inches as he continued to fuck her.
    He hit a new spot and she panted, soft growls tearing from
her that she couldn’t hold back despite trying. It felt really good in an entirely
new way from what his tongue had done to her clit. His hips slapped against her
ass, the rhythmical sound an accompaniment to their heavy breathing. She cried
out as another climax struck.
    Blackie closed his eyes, threw back his head and groaned her
name. His entire body jerked in sharp thrusts, his semen marking her on the
inside. Eve knew what it was like for the first time to be owned by
someone and she reveled in it. He shook, more of his warm semen filling her. He
stopped pumping against her when he was seated deep inside her pussy.
    His eyes opened. “What exactly are the physical demands to
make us true mates?”
    It was hard to think after the intense pleasure he’d given
her. Sex had been worth the wait. “What?”
    He withdrew from her body before she could protest though
she wanted to. He released her thighs and gripped her hips. She gasped when he
flipped her over, his strength remarkable. He bent her over the bed in front of
him, curled around her back and one knee nudged her thighs apart. She gasped
when his still-rigid cock drove into her from a new angle.
    His hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered into it. “Canines
have sex this way.” He fucked her in long, steady thrusts. “What other physical
requirements do you have for us to be mated?”
    She struggled to collect her thoughts. “It’s not required
but I wish you’d bite me.” She tossed her head to the side to bare her
shoulder. “Leave a scar.” She wanted one to match the one she’d given him.
Humans had wedding rings, cyborgs had contracts, but she wanted a permanent
mark from him on her skin.
    His lips brushed her throat. “Here?”
    “Shoulder. Please.” She whimpered when he fucked her harder,
rougher. It felt too good for words.
    “Do you want me to be gentle?”
    “No.”
    “Good.” He drove into her over and over, pounding her hard
enough to make the bunk shake under them.
    She tensed, cried out as another climax struck and that’s
when his teeth sank into her. The bite hurt as his teeth broke the skin but it
only made her come harder, knowing he hadn’t hesitated to make her his for
life. She’d proudly display the mark whenever possible.
    He released her shoulder to groan as he came again. His
upper arms supported enough of his weight to allow her to catch her breath.
Blood slid over her collarbone and onto the bed, staining it red.
    “I’m sorry,” he rasped. “I think I bit you too deep.”
    She found the strength to twist her head to the side enough
to get a partial view. “That’s perfect. I’ll stop bleeding in a minute. That
will scar.”
     
    Blackie wanted to kick his own ass. She’d been a virgin but
he’d lost control once he was inside Eve. She was too sexy, felt too good for
him to show much restraint. Then he’d flipped her over to make it up to her.
Instead he’d gone