Chapter 22

Wild Man

The moment my momor's lips press against mine, I know every single inch of her is and will always, forever be mine. This female was the reason I was born. She's the reason I breathe and is the reason I fought so hard to stay alive after Peepa and Noeny were killed by the big bear. I claimed her before she gave me her kiss, but after this moment, there is nothing that will ever keep me from her.

She is my female.

My woman.

The noeny to my babies.

My Ever.

My momor.

I groan and thrust my tongue inside her mouth. Her taste is better than I ever expected, and is one I'll need for the rest of my life.

I grab her hair and force her head back at a better angle. I fuck her mouth the same way I fuck her pussy.

"Mine," I growl against her lips. "My lips. My kiss."

"Yours," she moans.

I want to beat my chest and roar to the sky that this female is mine, and I'll kill anything that tries to keep her from me.

"You taste like dreams," I tell her, licking at her lips. "Sweet dreams and sunshine. Never stop kissing."

"Fuck me, Wild Man. Take your pussy and show me I'm yours while you kiss me."

I almost lose my seed at her words. Only our wants and needs give me the strength to hold it back.

My momor doesn't carry my baby. I need to see her belly get big and round with my child.

Momorwould be a good mother. Protective and loving and fierce. Like Vena is with Teeja and her pups.

I grab my cock and point it at her pussy, letting just the tip slip inside. Little sounds leave her, her breath whispering across my lips.

I thrust my tongue inside her mouth at the same time I ram my hips forward. I swallow her scream. Pulling out of her tightness, I thrust back inside.

I lift my head and look down at momor. Her brown gaze looks dazed as she gazes back at me. Fitting my hand around her throat to hold her in place, I drive my hips forward, pushing my cock fully inside her. She cries out again, her voice straining. Her ankles lock around my lower back and her hips lift off the bed, meeting my powerful thrusts. When her nails dig into my thigh muscles, I hiss at the bite of pain. I know my momor feels good when she uses her nails on me. My back has her marks from the last time I took her. I like her marks on me almost as much as I enjoy leaving mine on her.

At my hiss, she relaxes her grip. I bare my teeth and bend down low until I'm in her face. "Do it again. Mark me, momor."

I feel the muscles in her throat work, and her face turns a deep red. I loosen my grip slightly, and she sucks in a sharp breath.

"More," she pants. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. "Harder, Wild Man. Take your pussy harder."

I drop my mouth to hers and kiss her savagely as I work my cock inside her in a merciless frenzy. My Ever wants it harder, and she'll get everything she wants.

I use my grip on her throat and one at her waist to pull her down while I punch my cock in and out of her tight pussy. I make sure to hit the spot at the top of her pussy with each forward motion. I know she likes when that spot is touched.

It's still not enough. I need to go deeper. Releasing her throat, I grab behind one of her knees and lift her leg over my shoulder. It tilts her ass up, and I manage to go in further. I lean down, dropping my fist beside her head.

"Yes," she hisses.

She grabs my hair and pulls my mouth back down to hers. I thrust my tongue in her mouth as my hips power back and forth.

"Mine," I growl against her lips. "Say it, momor."

"Yours," she cries. "Oh, God. I'm yours."

Her walls grip me tight and she rips her mouth from mine to let out a hoarse scream. My own release follows right after. I tip my head back and roar to the trees. Birds take flight, scattering into the sky, as if fleeing a crazed predator.

I am a crazed predator. Crazed for my female and the life we'll share. And God help anyone or anything who dares to threaten to take her from me.