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  He’s marking me again—but in a different way this time, she realized deliriously as the sharp shocks of pleasure/pain went through her with each deep thrust. He’s filling me completely with himself, making sure no other male within a fifty mile radius will dare to come near me.

  She’d come so many times when Rone was licking her, she had been certain she couldn’t orgasm again. But she had forgotten what Rone had told her about his cum inside her giving her longer and deeper orgasms. With each deep, punishing thrust inside her, she felt herself being pushed closer to the edge. And every time he rammed himself to the hilt inside her, his heavy testicles came forward, slapping against her swollen, sensitive clit and stimulating her even more.

  Though she wasn’t even sure she wanted to come again, Kate felt another orgasm creeping up on her—a deeper one than she’d had when he was licking her. Then, suddenly, a more intense pleasure than any she’d ever felt before crashed over her like a tidal wave.

  Kate moaned helplessly, her fingers scrabbling in the wet grass, her toes curling and her back arching. At the same time, she felt her inner walls clenching tight around Rone’s thick shaft, as if trying to milk even more cum from him.

  Rone must have felt it too. With a low growl, he thrust to the root inside her and held steady. To her disbelief, Kate felt something hot and wet pumping deep inside her pussy. Was he really coming again? After all the he’d already come, how was it possible?

  But there was no denying the hard, hot jets she felt against the end of her channel. It was almost as though he had found the entrance within her entrance—the very mouth of her womb—and was spurting directly against it, seeding her pussy with his cum in the most direct way possible.

  Suddenly, Kate remembered what he had told her before—that breeding with the Beast was almost always a surefire way to get pregnant. Oh God, was that happening to her? Was he getting her pregnant right now? Was she…

  And then another orgasm—an even deeper one—suddenly overtook her. Kate moaned in surprise and pleasure as she felt her inner walls rippling.

  “Oh God,” she gasped brokenly. “Too good…too much. Rone, please…”

  But the words died on her lips as an even more surprising sensation overtook her. Before she had felt as though Rone was coming directly against the mouth of her womb. Now she swore she could almost feel herself opening up inside to let the tip of his shaft enter even deeper. It was almost as though a hungry mouth had opened inside her and was sucking eagerly at the head of his shaft, just as she had sucked him between her lips earlier, trying to get more of his delicious precum and cum.

  That’s crazy, she told herself uneasily, even as the strangely pleasurable sensation went on and on. It’s not possible, is it?

  She looked between her legs again, trying to see. The brilliant moonlight overhead made it possible. Before, though she’d felt like Rone’s cock had been buried to the hilt inside her, at least an inch had still been outside as he took her. Now, Kate saw that he was all the way inside her. It was as though she’d needed to open up inside to take that final inch. But was the tip of his cock really spurting directly into her womb?

  He was still holding steady inside her and Kate could still feel the hot wetness as jet after jet of his cum spilled into her, shooting from the tip of his cock deep inside her pussy. Meanwhile the incredibly intense orgasm seemed to go on and on and on until she almost couldn’t breathe, it felt so good.

  Feels so good it hurts! she thought dizzily as the Beast held her down and bred her…held her down and filled her with his cum until it leaked from her pussy and formed a puddle in the grass beneath her and still he came and came and came…

  Kate began to feel dizzy. It was too much—too much pleasure, too much sensation…too much. Huge black fireworks were exploding before her eyes and the brilliant moonlight from above was being eclipsed by shadows.

  Please, she thought. Please, I can’t…

  And then everything went black.

  Chapter Twenty-six

  “Kate? Kate? Oh Gods, Kate—please wake up! Please!” Rone shook his mate again, hearing the panic in his own voice but unable to stop it. Her head lolled limply on his arm and her cheeks were as pale as snow in the early morning sunshine.

  Rone had come back to himself as the sun rose and his Beast retreated…come back to see Kate lying naked and still on the trampled grass, her hair a tangled red cloud around her face. He had gathered her into his arms at once, trying to warm her cold body with his own, but so far he hadn’t gotten any response.

  I killed her, Rone thought, fear and horror overtaking him. I knew it—I knew this would happen if she was allowed to meet my Beast! She’s dead…gone…She’s left me and this time there’s no bringing her back. Oh, Kate…Kate…

  Of course you killed her, whispered a harsh voice in his head. After the way you used her last night—what female could withstand such treatment? Images tried to invade his brain—ugly snapshots in black and white…Kate moaning…trying to get away while he held her down…while he took her…raped her…

  No! Rone tried to push the images away but he knew they wouldn’t go for long. Though he wasn’t himself when his Beast came forward, he could still share in the memories of his other half—could still see what the ugly, animalistic, lustful part of him had done to the woman he loved…

  A soft sound broke into his morbid thoughts and he blinked back tears to see that Kate’s long eyelashes were fluttering against her paper-pale cheeks.

  “Kate?” he whispered, hardly daring to breathe. “Kate, baby? Lalli?”

  “Rone?” Her voice was little more than a whisper. “What…what happened?”

  “Don’t you remember? Are you all right?”

  “I…think so. And I remember some. Help me sit up.”

  She struggled weakly in his arms and Rone helped her, wincing as he saw his brutal handiwork on her body.

  There was blood on her chin where she’d bitten her lip and bruises on the pale skin of her hips and thighs where he’d held her down while he took her. He could see dirt and grass under her nails where she’d scrabbled at the ground, trying to get away. But worst of all was the savage scar where her shoulder met her neck—it was a set of teeth-marks—his teeth marks, Rone knew. They showed clearly on the delicate column of Kate’s throat—a visual reminder of what he had done to her.

  Because Rone knew it was his fault—knew that he was the real culprit here. Some males might have tried to blame their Beast but Rone didn’t believe in such excuses. The Beast was a part of him—the ugliest, most lustful, selfish part of him and it had treated Kate in exactly the way he must have wished he could treat her. Deep down in the part of his mind he couldn’t bear to look at or acknowledge, he had wanted to fuck her—to breed her. And that was what he had done, whether she wanted him to or not.

  That would be a NOT, he thought as more black and white snapshots of the night before paraded before his mind’s eye. Kate moaning his name and begging him not to hurt her, her scrambling to get away before he forced her to her hands and knees…

  “Rone…are you okay?”

  Kate’s soft, tentative voice jerked him out of his self-loathing for a moment.

  “No,” he said shortly. “No, I’m not. But neither are you, thanks to me and we need to make that our priority. Come on.” He stood and fastened his leather flight trousers. “Let’s get you to a healer.”

  “What? Why—I’m fine,” Kate protested. She tried to stand, wobbled, and almost fell. “Well, mostly fine,” she amended as Rone caught her.

  “The Hell you are,” he said roughly. “Just look at you, Kate! You’re bruised and bloody and scarred and…” His voice grew thick in his throat and he almost couldn’t go on, but he forced the words out anyway. “And I did that to you—all of it,” he finished.

  “Oh Rone, honey, no…” Kate reached up to stroke his cheek but he jerked away from her hand. He didn’t deserve to have her touch him—not ever again—not after what