I Married a Mothman (Prime Mating Agency, #11)

by Regine Abel

Strangely enough, while I was a big girl and loved fighting my own battles, seeing him surge to my defense that the Chancellor would dare imply I might have brainwashed Xarin in the short time he was with me tickled me pink.

primal part of me wanted to shift her position so that she would straddle me instead, bury myself deep inside her, and wrap my claspers around her thighs to keep her locked in place as I unleashed my passion on her.

The dominant alpha lurking behind the sweet and sometimes timid virgin was rearing his head, and it was sexy as fuck.

I couldn’t decide if I was more turned on by this defiant concession or disappointed that he hadn’t used his superior strength to flip me onto my back and show me who’s boss.

“My Venus, my mate… I will fight for you. I will fight to keep you forever. You are mine, and I am yours.”

You have given me a reason to fight. And fight I will, for us, for the future I never thought possible. So long as you’ll have me, I’m yours, Venus. By choice.”

My palms twitched with the urge to reach for her behind. I simply couldn’t decide if it was to give her a good spanking or to give each cheek a proper squeeze. Then again, they were begging to be bitten.

I started taking her deeper, harder, faster. In no time, I was pounding into her.

Although my rod gradually softened, I remained buried deep inside my woman. She laid her head on top of my fur, listening to the thundering of my heart and holding me with a possessiveness that rivaled my own.