Private Release by Amy Ruttan Page B

arms, carrying her to the bed.
    “Jared, what’re you doing?”
    He silenced her question with a kiss, his tongue pushing past her lips, letting her know just how urgently he wanted her.
    Because he fucking wanted her.
    He needed her, and through the red haze of his lust, he fought the urge to do instinctually what his kind did when they bonded, and that was to flip her over and mark her back.
    She’s human. It would hurt her.
    Adele responded to his kiss, her tongue entwining with his, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.
    It drove him to a near frenzy and he couldn’t wait to bury himself to the hilt in her sweet pussy. The clothes began to quickly disappear and Jared had no problem aiding Adele. When she was naked a growl of appreciation rumbled deep from his chest. She’d been here two days and he’d kept his distance from this?
    Why?
    All he could surmise was that he was an idiot. He recalled every nuance of her. The silken feel of her hair and skin. The peachy tinge that colored her cheeks when she was aroused and like the fruit, Adele was just as sweet.
    Jared nibbled a path down her neck, tasting her.
    God, he loved her on his lips.
    She sighed as he swirled his tongue in the hollow of her neck before tracking down to her breasts. Her nipples puckered when he cupped one. He drew a peak into his mouth, gently sucking and circling his tongue around the sensitive nub. His cock was hard and ready for her.
    Her legs fell open, but she couldn’t wrap them around his hips, though she tried. Jared knew her leg on one side was too weak.
    “I want you,” she panted, arching her back.
    “Patience.” Jared stroked her cunt. She was wet and when he slipped two fingers in her folds, testing her, she let out a small cry.
    Oh yeah, she was ready for him.
    Take her!
    His instincts took over. He was blind to everything. The only thing controlling him at the moment was his primal urge to stake his claim as her mate. It was as if she were in heat and he was driven to madness, but she wasn’t. She was human.
    “Take me. Please.” She was begging.
    With a snarl he slipped his hand under her ass and positioned her weaker leg around his waist as he surged forward, sinking his dick into her depths.
    “Fuck!” he cried out, gritting his teeth as the pressure built in the base of his spine. His balls tightened. If he wasn’t careful he’d come now, like some untried youth, such was his need to claim her. Filling her with his seed, marking her with that scent would scare off other males who’d come sniffing around.
    Adele wiggled her hips the best she could, urging him to move. To fuck her. Her small undulations made him lose control. Almost.
    “Patience,” he said, as the sensation eased and he was again in command of his arousal.
    Jared started out slow, loving the sensation of pulling out and thrusting into her heat. “So tight,” he murmured.
    Adele moaned. A guttural sound that brought a smile to his face. He’d been with countless women, both human and Mukswa , but it was just to sate his need. He didn’t take much pleasure or pride if he made them come. He made sure he never left a woman wanting, but when he was done they were afterthoughts.
    Never once had he wanted a woman so badly, and to pleasure her without thinking of his own. She was always on his mind, in his dreams. Always there. He couldn’t get enough of Adele and he knew it would be hard to let her go when it came to that moment, because as much as he wanted to claim her as his mate, he couldn’t.
    Their society was secret and he was the chief.
    Adele couldn’t be his.
    Her pussy clenched around his cock, her body tensing under his hands as she came. Jared quickened his pace, his thrusts shallow, as he hastened to his own release. It didn’t take long and her hot sheath milked his cock. He came inside her and then had the brutal realization that he didn’t put anything on to protect her from his seed.
    Shit.
    He wasn’t