Chapter 17
Locked inside of Sasha's channel, Kane filled her until she felt as if she was bulging from the volume of it.
Covered with his weight, she couldn't move.
One of his arms was wrapped across her shoulders, his hand to her breast, thumb tormenting her nipple.
His other hand was tucked under her, curled over her mons, forefinger rubbing out a rhythm that kept her in boneless pleasure.
"Take me, Beauty," he grunted as his come spilled. He kissed the side of her face, behind her ear, and suckled at the fleshy part of her earlobe.
Had she not been lost in a fog of bliss and need, that might have tickled. Instead all his touches connected to nerves that ran directly to her clit or her womb. Everything felt addictively incredible.
They stayed that way for hours. Kane's knot took time to subside, but every time he was able to move again, his hips would start gliding forward and back, owning her once more.
Sasha drifted off to sleep. Kane kept on filling her with his seed.
She awoke to the smell of steak, lightly cooked so that the blood tainted the air and made her nauseous.
Turning her head, Sasha found her position changed.
Like she was a boneless, fluff filled stuffy, Kane had rolled her to her back.
He crouched over her on his knees, eating the meat in quick bites.
With bleary eyes, she saw him toss aside the plate and grab a water bottle, the chilled glass beaded with moisture. She watched his throat move as he drank and tried to sit up so she could kiss him there, bite him there.
His big palm moved and pressed her flat, keeping her where he wanted her. He drank half of the bottle, then leaned forward. With a palm to the back of her head, he was sharing with Sasha. Her mouth was dry, but she didn't want it.
Quicker than she could see, he smacked her flank in reprimand, watching her with narrowed gold eyes.
The second time Kane offered the water, Sasha took it, lowering her eyelashes to hide her deep-felt defiance. He made her drink half before taking a mouthful and sharing it in a kiss.
Driven by a breeder's need to have him embedded into her body, she received the Kane-flavored water eagerly, finishing the bottle with him this way. His satisfied laugh was low and pleased, curling through her with delight.
Drops of condensation dripped onto her chest. Kane sought them out, his attention brought again to her breasts. Raw and aching from earlier rough treatment, she tried to get away from his hard suckling.
Weighing almost three times as much she did, twice as tall, she was easy for Kane to subdue. Her hoarse cries did not deter him. She felt the tip of his hardened cock weeping at her mound even as he settled in to punishing her soft, pliant flesh.
"Feed me," he demanded.
Sasha's hips pulsed against his sex, hunger awakened. Without a command to stay still, her hands wandered, fingers lost in the dark, soft locks of his hair.
She held him close. Her breasts had hurt for weeks and weeks, having grown from nothing into a generous, heavy, roundness.
As he drew on them, she felt a strange moving pressure that wasn't all that nice, even as her womb answered with a sharp kick of pleasure.
Kane's whole body responded, back arching momentarily, hands moving crazily as he growled and sucked harder.
She loved that growl.
He sucked and swallowed, then paused to meet her eyes. His were glowing. "Yes, Sasha. So sweet. You taste so sweet."
He drank from her, suckling from each breast, drawing her nipples deep into his mouth until she was weeping with a new kind of pleasure-pain. Then he filled his mouth with the last of the fluid he'd drawn from her and kissed her. It was sweet and faintly milky, nothing like she’d expected.
"So good, Beauty," he said into her mouth. "Now you'll take from me."
He moved them until he was sitting, pulling her over his lap, the thick trunks of his legs under her so that she was face to face with his cock for the first time.
It glinted with slippery wet eagerness, long and thick, straight in a pillar reaching beyond the indent of his belly button.
The skin was much darker than the skin on the rest of his body, an angry red at the slight flare of the head that darkened to purple, then to deep brown near his testicles.
She thought it beautiful and magnificent compared to every cock she had ever seen.
The smell of him, their combined scent, made her dizzy. She captured his sex in her hands and lifted her mouth over him while Kane burrowed one of his hands against her scalp. She suckled at the thick shape, wrapping lips and tongue around it.
There was tugging and pulling on her long tresses as he undid her thick braid and filled his hands with it. He manipulated her hair over his belly and her back, using it to caress them both while she fondled, licked, and played at Kane's root.
He did not force her to hurry. His words offered only encouragement. "That's it, baby. Whatever you want. Take from me. Your touch. Fuck, your touch."
He talked the whole time, and she loved his broken, animalistic words.
He spread her hair out in a curtain and left one hand on the back of her head, cupping her whole head, while the other reached down her body and began to play with her bottom.
Fingers seeking her, she parted her legs so he could pet her properly.
Fisting both her hands, one over the other, and sucking at the top of his cock, Sasha developed a rhythm that changed the alpha's breathing, intent on conquering him and not allowing him to distract her with the masterful touch of his thick fingers stroking from her bud, over her entrance, and over the crease of her closed anus.
She whimpered, sucked, and worked him, heat lighting up her insides. She needed to taste him. She needed to come.
"Feed me. Please. Feed me," she croaked.
"Waiting for you to ask."
He pushed two of his fingers deep into Sasha’s back hole and he thrust his hips up, his cock bumping the back of her throat and erupting at her command.
The flavor was all Kane, musk and pure, hot gingery spice, thick as cream.
She swallowed it all as he worked her with his fingers and gave Sasha her own pleasure.
She gasped over him, resting her cheek against the base of abdominal muscles and burying her face in warmth and rough male hairs, nosing at his skin.
Sasha shifted a little, reaching around his waist in a hug, filling her arms with him and holding him tight while her other hand yet held the base of his cock. Exploring his taste, texture, and smell, she kissed her way to the round egg shapes beneath his cock. She licked at the sacks, curious.
"In your mouth, baby. In your mouth. And rub me here." He removed her hand and pressed her fingers against the sensitive span of skin between his balls and his anus. "Good girl."
His cock hardened again, firm and tall. When wet heat brushed her cheek, she turned her head to chase the taste. But his hands went to her neck, both of them, in a show of dominating possession. He used the touch to guide her back to her back.
"Kane," she simpered, arching into him and reaching for him.
"My beauty. All this beauty is mine."
His hands worshiped her hourglass shape from her shoulders down to her small feet. He took a moment to show her how beautiful she was, stopping to bite and bruise any areas not colored up to his liking.
Sasha was squirming to get away or get closer before he spread her legs and notched his cock again.
Since the position was different, the feeling was different too. On his way to breaching her womb, he found a place inside her that made Sasha's eyes go wide and her mouth open in a helpless, gawping silence.
"Good?" he asked.
She could only clutch at him as he continued thrusting, rubbing at that spot, banging at the door of her cervix. She saw him revel in his power to make her feel good, make her beg for more, even when it hurt.
Kane manipulated her heat, using her want to make her capitulate to his will, to take her to places she would never have been mentally free to go otherwise.
He used his warlord's endurance against her, leaving Sasha in no doubt of who was claiming who.
He moved her where he wanted her, tucking her legs over his arms, up to his shoulders, bending her in half, and his face reflecting his satisfaction of each new position.
There were moments when fear threatened Sasha, a dark thing at the edge of her consciousness informing her that pain was a bad thing, that things that hated her gave her pain, that Kane’s dominance was a terrifying threat.
The fear was a bright, panicky flash—but it was instantly distracted every time—by something Kane did or said, a sound he made, or the comfort of their shared scents.
She was born for him, her heart and their newly forming bond telling her that he had waited years for a female who could take all of his predator self.
He trusted himself with her. He believed Sasha strong enough to see his truths.
His trust evaporated every misgiving, made deep and possessive emotions swell bright in her heart.
When she climaxed again, he followed, biting at her mating mark in reverse and knotting her.
Once he was embedded inside her, neither of them wanted him to leave. He stroked at her clit until it was sore, kissed at her lips until they were swollen, and pumped his hips into her until her bones felt bruised.
Sasha slept again, and when she woke, she found Kane still locked inside of her, holding a plate and eating some of that meat. He drank water and shared with her, the same as before. She slipped away again into unconsciousness.
She came to awareness while already coming once to find his head between her legs, three of his fingers hooked in her mouth. Another finger stroked her back entrance, slippery with her slick.
"Don't," she croaked.
Over the slope of her body, his eyes met hers with ferocious dominance. Regretting the single word instantly, she realized she didn't get to tell him no.
He gathered more slick, spurred by her denial, and pushed his finger in relentlessly. The tunnel was dry, soaking up the moisture. He lapped up her release then spit over his hand, pushing forward ruthlessly while he watched her, lips twisting in a sneer of merciless elation.
"All this beauty, mine. All of it. Every hole," he told her, then kissed her mound while his finger pumped deep and deeper, rubbing against walls until he found a small little nodule unique to breeders.
His touch there inflicted an instant hard climax, a button that led straight to shattering rapture. Her mouth opened, her eyes rolled back in her head, and darkness took her.