Breeding. Part 17

Megan's POV

"Chris, I would never do anything with him." I try to reassure him about the dance, running my hand up and down his back and pulling him closer. He just stares down at me. His face looks like he's in agony.

“No, you wouldn’t because I won’t let you near him.” His mouth takes mine in a punishing kiss. It’s hard, and it demands my surrender—something he already has. I can feel his need to mark me, and I should probably be scared by his intensity, but I’m not. I crave it, want it more than anything else in the whole world.

No one has ever made me feel the way he does. Like he can’t breathe without me. “I need you.” My legs drop open a little more at his words, giving him what he wants, letting him fully slide between them. His big body cages mine. He feels so good pressed against me. My heart pounds and desire rushes through me.

He doesn’t wait for permission, no build up or foreplay. He pushes inside my body with all the strength in