She shivered, and her thighs slid, moist from her growing need.
His fist punched a hole in the wall a few inches from her face, and she jumped.
“Nice. Your pussy is so wet for me. I think you like the fear.” Gunnar ripped her clothes off, scratching her in places.
And it felt so good she moaned out loud, no longer able to pretend she didn't want him just the way he was. Listening to instincts ingrained into her since birth, she slowly shifted into her beast, needing the enjoyment of all her senses in the open.
Gunnar grunted and tore his pants off, leaving him gloriously naked. “About time you stopped hiding from me.”
“Not me hiding,” she rasped, on fire from the heat of his body bleeding into her. Though her tough skin repelled threats easily enough, it was sensitive to her mate in ways she'd never realized. She could almost feel him inside her, a part of her, as he leaned closer, rubbing against her like a large cat.
His thick voice deepened. “Time to play, Ava. Just like you played with Price,” he ended in a snarl and bit her shoulder hard.
She gasped from the pain, as well as the erotic temptation of her mate in a rage. He was wild, naked, and hard as hell.
Finally. It was time.
Chapter Ten
He'd tried. God, he'd tried so hard not to allow this to happen. But he was helpless to the monster now. Knowing she'd given Keegan Price her surrender, when she'd yet to give him the same, set his berserker to raging.
The taste of her coppery blood lay like sugar over his tongue. He lifted her higher, sucking at her neck, and forced her body into contact with his. Those full, firm breasts trailed blazes of fire down his chest. And he could smell her pussy creaming, so wet, so ready for him.
Her claws dug into his scalp as she ran her hands under his hair. She tugged to pull him away, and he smiled against her shoulder.
“No,” she gasped. “I want you to kiss me.”
He withdrew from her shoulder and grinned down at her, blood dripping from his fangs to land on her breast. “It's what I want that matters. You're mine now, Ava. All mine.”
Tersch shoved her back against the wall and angled her for penetration. He slammed her down over him, gloving his thick shaft inside her hot pussy. The sheer ecstasy held him as he rocked her hips over him, aware of nothing but the carnality of the moment and the woman he finally owned.
“Yes, yes,” he rumbled as he took her faster and harder. He squeezed her hips, nipped at her neck and cheek, and bruised her swollen clit as he shafted her with brutal force.
“Harder,” she growled, shocking him.
He glanced down at her and saw a beast staring back at him. Slit pupils surrounded by dark, brown heat. She glowed with sexual energy—his mate.
“What I want, remember?” he rasped, but he dug deeper into her anyway.
She cried out and tightened around him, and he continued to surge in and out, sawing like a beast as he sought fulfillment. When she bit his chest and dug her fangs into him, the added pain pushed him over the edge.
Tersch yelled out his pleasure as he poured into her, filling his little mate with a warrior's seed. Her breasts shook as he continued to pump. “I haven't had a taste of these yet, have I?” He grinned, showing her his teeth. But the savage woman flashed her own set back at him.
“Go ahead. What are you waiting for?”
She met him taunt for taunt, and the fury to dominate grew. Stop it, Ava. Just let it have its way, Tersch wanted to warn her. But the berserker only smiled, meeting her challenge.
“Oh, I like you. So sweet and sharp. Prickly, aren't you?” He pulled out of her and carried her to the conference table. Along the way, he kicked another chair free, and it broke the projector mounted in the ceiling. The destruction suited him, a mess all around him he controlled. No one to tell him to clean up, no one to order him around. No one to hurt him again.
Before he could bend her over the table, she caught his chin in her hand and leaned up to kiss him.
The sweetness of the gesture confused him for a moment.
“Let me pleasure you first.” She licked his lips and pushed her tongue between them, stroking him, teasing him with the promise of her mouth. The brush against his fangs made him shudder with need. “Let me lick you clean, mate, on my knees.” Mate. He liked that. Liked that the woman knew where she belonged. “Yes. Between my legs. Down, surrender.”
He stepped back and watched as she lowered herself to her knees and took his huge cock in her hands. Though he'd just come, he needed to fill her again.
Everywhere.
“Beg me.” He took hold of her soft brown hair, enthralled with the texture. The berserker wanted to hold on to the softness, even as it didn't know what to do with it. “I want…” It didn't know why it suddenly needed more than this.
But Ava broke all thoughts Tersch might have had by taking him all the way to the back of her throat.
He groaned and let go of her hair. Instead, he wrapped his hands around her throat and squeezed as she blew him. He could see her struggling to breathe.
Between his cock and his hands, he limited her airflow. Her scent intensified. The woman liked it.
In heaven, he fucked her mouth with firm strokes. Her tongue stroked him.
Her teeth nipped him. She cupped his balls, rubbing them into a firm sac as he readied to spill. The berserker loved her scent, the raspy sound of her breaths as she took his cock to the back of her throat. The gagging sounds she made were like music, drawing him faster and deeper into a heady climax.
He squeezed her throat tighter, and she choked when his cockhead hit the back of her throat again in a hard push. To his shock, he felt the rumble of a purr in her throat and came faster than he'd have liked in a loud, all-out roar. Ava swallowed him down, and the hazy look in her eyes turned him on all over again.
“Keep those lips tight around my cock until I tell you to let go,” he ordered.
“Think of this the next time you remember what you did with Price. When you gave him what was mine,” he growled.
She gave a subtle nod, and his berserker fell even more in love with her.
Taking her punishment, accepting, not fighting. Submitting.
“Yes. So pretty. So strong,” he crooned and stroked her neck, pleased with the bruises he'd left. He noticed a few bites as well, though they'd begun to heal.
Frowning, he hefted her to her feet and lowered her to the table, making sure to keep her knees bent at the edge.
“Gunnar?” she asked softly.
His gaze sought her slick pussy. Only a thin strip of hair decorated her mons, and the sight of her plump, wet lips entranced him.
He sank to his knees and sucked her clit into his mouth, loving the taste of him all over her.
She cried out and tightened her knees around him, but he shoved her legs painfully wide and refused to let her take control.
“Mine,” he warned as he continued to lick her, sucking and gently biting that hard clit that throbbed just for him. “My cunt. My mate. Mine.” She thrashed and begged as she came all over his tongue. The sweet proof of her desire soothed more of his anger, tempting him to ease his lust because she'd experienced pleasure. Her joy made his that much brighter, his satisfaction that much more complete.
Until she leaned up and winked at him. “That all you got?” she said between breaths. “For a badass monster, you seem awfully sweet to me.” Enraged all over again, he turned her over onto her belly. He lifted her hips and rammed his cock into her ass. She cried out, and he laughed, chuckling at her helpless flailing.
“Better, mate? Does it hurt now?” he asked as he reamed her with all the strength and rage burning inside him. For all the times he'd been unable to help those less fortunate, for each time he'd wanted to but had been too scared to take Ava into his arms. Every thrust into that tight little hole, he saw another of his failures, and he took her harder.