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  I need more, she thought hazily and a memory from the night before flashed into her head. The hard ridge of flesh that encircled the base of his long, thick shaft—the feel of it under her fingertips as she had explored him.

  “That’s my mating shaft,” he had told her and explained that it could somehow fit inside a woman when he made love to her and tie them both together.

  The night before, Whitney had been amazed and a little bit scared of that huge ridge of flesh. There was no way in hell, she’d told herself, that anything that big would ever fit inside her.

  And yet now it was exactly what she wanted.

  It’s more than what I want—it’s what I need, she thought deliriously as the big Kindred pounded into her from behind, sending flashes of pleasure through her entire body and making her full breasts sway like ripe fruit with every deep thrust. I need his mating fist inside me—and I need it now before he comes!

  She had no conscious idea of how she was going to get it inside her and if she had been fully rational, she never would have even tried. But she was acting purely on instinct now—and her instinct told her she had to get the big Beast Kindred all the way inside her before he filled her with his seed.

  It was the only way she could be satisfied.

  Rafe dug his fingers into her full hips and tried to keep from thrusting too deeply. Gods, she was so tight and wet and hot and the sight of her moving against him—arching her back and backing to meet his thrusts—made his shaft surge inside her.

  But part of him knew this wasn’t right—part of him cried out that he wasn’t doing what his body needed—what hers needed too. He was holding back the most important part of himself—he wasn’t filling her with his mating fist.

  Don’t want to fill her with my fist, he told himself grimly as he continued to thrust. If I do, I’ll bond her to me. She never asked for that—we never even discussed it.

  And besides, if he did it—if he took her all the way and bonded her—he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from giving her his heart. He had to avoid that at all costs, he warned himself. He couldn’t let it happen.

  And then it happened.

  Whitney braced herself on her hands and knees and pressed backwards, meeting an especially deep thrust with a movement of her own which could only be intended to engulf him. Rafe watched with a mixture of despair and desire as her sweet, sucking pussy—well lubricated by his precum and her own honey by now—sucked the ridge of his mating fist deep inside, taking him down to the root and tying them together for as long as the Bonding should take.

  God, yes! Whitney threw back her head and cried her triumph aloud. Finally she had what she needed—finally she had all of Rafe inside her, filling her pussy to the brim, tying the two of them together as he opened her and owned her at the same time.

  She had never felt so full before—so widely stretched. And yet she welcomed the sensation—welcomed it and begged for more. Because she didn’t just need his cock inside her—she needed his cum—his seed.

  “Whitney, no!” she heard Rafe hiss, trying to keep his voice down and speaking in English as they had been, to keep the Tuskers from suspecting them. “No, don’t move any more,” he warned her.

  “Wh…why not?” Whitney panted, once more having to force the words out. Gods, she was so needy inside still—so empty despite being filled. He needed to shoot inside her, she thought. Needed to make her his completely. Only then would the lust be satisfied.

  “Don’t.” Leaning down, he cupped her breasts and murmured in her ear. “My mating fist slipped inside you—inside your pussy. If I come in you now, I’ll bond us together for life. Don’t you understand that?”

  “Understand it? I want it!” Whitney told him recklessly, the words coming more easily now. “I’ve wanted you from the first minute you were assigned to me as my Protector, Rafe. I never stopped.”

  His golden eyes were wide with shock.

  “You really feel that way?”

  Whitney nodded and moaned, pushing back against him, trying to get him deeper inside her already-filled pussy.

  “Please,” she gasped, looking him in the eyes. “Please Rafe—take me! Fill me up with your cock and your cum. Do it now!”

  “Gods, mon’dalla, you don’t know what you’re asking,” he groaned but his hips began to move again, almost of their own volition.

  Whitney moaned and backed to meet him, eager to feel his thickness taking her completely, desperate to feel his hot seed shooting deep inside her and tying the two of the together for life.

  Rafe didn’t know how long he bred her—or how many loads of cum he shot deep in her pussy. He closed his eyes and cupped her breasts, rolling her ripe nipples between his fingers, tugging their tender tips as he bucked inside her, letting himself fill her again and again with his seed.

  Whitney moaned in pleasure and pressed back against him—eager for every stroke of his cock, every spurt of his seed. And for his part, Rafe couldn’t seem to stop. He knew that bonding took a long period but he lost all track of time as he and Whitney melded together until at last the two of them collapsed panting on their sides.

  “My goodness—well, I suppose the show is finally over.” Mama Tusker’s voice broke through his weariness and Rafe opened his eyes to see that the huge alien was standing over him and Whitney.

  Instinctively, he drew Whitney closer. Though he hadn’t wanted it, she was now closer to him than his own skin. Even now he could feel their bond inside him.

  The knowledge of this new intimacy filled him with despair and vulnerability. Once before he had allowed himself to love a female so completely and it had led to disaster and ruin. How foolish he had been to do it again! Letting himself love so completely was like wearing his heart outside his body and being helpless to stop any attack.

  Why did I do it? he wondered to himself miserably. Why did I allow myself to bond her to me? Now we will never be free of each other.

  Whitney’s eyes opened too and she looked up at him, frowning.

  “Why would we want to be free of each other?” she murmured, speaking from the corner of her mouth. “Why would you say something like that when we just got together?”

  Too late, Rafe realized that she had heard his thoughts through the newly-forged soul-bond. And she could probably feel his emotions too.

  “Yes, I can damn well feel your emotions!” Whitney shot back, using the bond for communication this time. “I can feel how sorry you are that you let yourself be bonded to me in the first place!”

  She pulled away from him with quick, jerky motions and he felt the hurt radiating from her in waves—an ocean of pain inside her that he himself was responsible for. Gods, why had he not been more careful?

  “Whitney…” he murmured and reached for her but she pulled away from him.

  “Don’t touch me!” she sent sharply through their bond. “You’re sorry we’re bonded and you never wanted to be with me in the first place. Don’t deny it—I can feel it through this damn bond we have now!”

  Rafe didn’t try to insult her intelligence by lying.

  “No,” he sent back heavily. “I do not deny it. I never wished for a bond with you.”

  This seemed to make things even worse than if he had tried to lie. Whitney’s big dark eyes were suddenly swimming with tears and she got up and moved away from him, as though trying to put as much distance between them as possible.

  “Bastard!” she shot at him like a mental slap. “If you didn’t want me the way I wanted you, then why did you do it? Asshole!”

  Rafe didn’t dispute any of the names she called him. He felt he deserved them for hurting her so badly. But still, he wished to ease the pain he had caused somehow.

  “Whitney, please…”

  “No—stay away from me. Don’t talk to me anymore.”

  She turned her back on him and when he would have gone to her, Rafe heard Mama Tusker speaking again.

  “Well, it seems that is that. So let’s get these two