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Maxus
Take care of herself?
No. She. Was. Mine. The beast knew this fact the moment we’d caught her scent. Seeing her, hearing her voice, only confirmed what the beast already knew.
Mine!
I was acutely aware of her. The way she moved. The smell of the scented soap she must use on her skin. Her full lips and generous curves caused me to burn with the need to taste every inch of her. She was a female in her prime. Fully formed. Unafraid.
My c**k reacted to her presence as if she’d wrapped her mouth around the hard length and sucked me deep. The painful throbbing between my legs pulled my attention from the lacerations in my sides. They were not significant. They would heal soon enough.
I was injured but not enough to curtail my need to take my mate and f**k her senseless. Put the ma
