He wanted to savagely enter her, take her, own her. He even searched for the perfect place to bite where it wouldn’t do much damage so it would be displayed to all other males when she wore her clothing. The swell of her breast halted his search. She liked to wear shirts that revealed a little cle**age. One bite near the top would be perfect to stake his claim.

One of her hands released the bedding and blindly reached up, opening on his chest. He glanced down and it was a reminder that she was delicate. Her fingers were slim, her palm small, and her skin much paler than his. The urgency of his desire to f**k Joy abated slightly. Easy, damn it, he ordered the instincts pushing to get out.

He braced one arm near her face and reached between them to grip her knee, shoving it up higher to lock against his hip. He didn’t need to guide his dick to her. It had a mind of its own at that moment, all focused on the slick wetness it located. He adjusted slightly and bit back a snarl when he pressed against her.

Slow. Don’t hurt her, he chanted silently.

Beautiful blue eyes opened and he forgot how to breathe for a second, frozen above Joy, while she peered up at him in half-lidded contentment. My female. Memories rapidly flashed through his mind of all the times they’d shared, all the ways he’d wanted the female, and now the wait was over. He pushed gently, her body receptive but snug and sleek as he sank into her.

The snarl wouldn’t be denied as he entered deeper, her pu**y fisting him so tightly he feared it would hurt them both. Her eyes widened but no pain creased her features. The hand on his chest didn’t claw at him but instead dug into muscle, clinging to him. Her other hand gripped his biceps, holding on as if her life depended on it. Her lips parted as she moaned.

Her h*ps moved, shifted under him, and muscles clenched around his shaft. It felt so good he wanted to howl but instead he focused on his female. In. Out. Slow. Let her adjust. He repeated those words to keep from taking her too fast and hard. Pure rapture threatened to drown his good intentions. He had always known it would be good with Joy but this was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. She was heaven, hell, and everything intoxicating—a drug for his senses and all he’d ever dreamed about, wrapped up in one small female.

“You’re mine,” he rasped, knowing he couldn’t last long. His seed threatened to spill, his excitement too great as his balls tightened.

He released her knee, wiggled his hand between them and pressed his thumb down on her cl*t to rub furiously. He knew she’d be sensitive from his mouth and she reacted instantly, nails digging into his skin, marking him. He lowered his mouth to her neck. Joy turned her face away to give him access and he gently bit down. She jerked under him and screamed out his name. Her muscles gripping his dick squeezed tighter and milked him as they began to quiver.

He tore his mouth away from her delicate throat as a white-hot fog of ecstasy ripped through his body. The base of his dick swelled as he filled Joy with his se**n, strong jets of it surging out so hard it hurt. It hurt so good.

She’d been worth the wait. He’d known it would be incredible but had never believed anything would feel so right until he’d finally gotten Joy. One thing was clear above all else as his body rode though the sheer ecstasy of finally knowing the taste and feel of his female. He would never allow her to push him away again.

She’s mine to keep! It was his last conscious thought before everything turned black.

Joy tried to catch her breath but it was nearly impossible with Moon’s heavy body pinning her to the bed where he’d collapsed.

“Moon?”

He didn’t respond. Her hands ran along his arms and upper shoulders, struggling to shift him enough to see his face. His eyes were closed, his expression lax.

“466?”

He didn’t budge or wake. Worry hit hard and fast. He was in prime physical condition so it wasn’t logical that he’d pass out from exhaustion caused by sex. Of course, it could be the effects of the drug. He probably had worn himself out with all that pacing and snarling. He’d fought his chains too.

She relaxed, unable to do anything else and jostled him enough to allow her to breathe normally. No way could she move him off her without rolling him onto the floor, something she wasn’t willing to do. He could get hurt. Their bodies were still intimately joined and she realized he was probably locked inside her. The feeling of how big and snug his c**k felt would account for that.

Joy knew all about Species’ physical differences. Not only did most of them have sharp canines and the thick, calloused skin on their fingertips and palms, but canine Species locked inside a female after ejaculation. The feline Species didn’t but their se**n was warmer than normal. The primate Species tended to be really touchy-feely.

She ran her hands over Moon’s shoulders, arms, just anywhere she could touch him. There had been countless nights she’d fantasized she’d be in the exact position she found herself. Of course, in those fantasies he’d been awake and kissing her.

They’d finally had sex and it had blown her mind. It was ten times better than anything she’d expected. A shiver, the good kind, ran down her spine. Her Species lover not only knew how to perform amazing o**l s*x but he didn’t even move like a normal man did while making love. He’d ground his h*ps against hers, every drive of his c**k searching and finding the right spot to hit. Just thinking about it turned her on again, wishing they could go another round.

I’m in love with him even more now. It was a sobering realization. 466—Moon—would be a danger to anyone’s heart. Any red-blooded woman would be drawn to his extraordinary personality and his physical dominance. She was no exception.