Free Circe's Recruits 3: Derrick by Marie Harte

and giving it right back. His shoulders ached from her nails -- her claws -- as did his hips. But the throbbing only accentuated the pulsing desire in his dick.
    As he laved her breast, he reached between them and fondled her taut clit. The nub was wet, saturated with her cream and his seed. Rubbing with soft motions, he felt his own need build once more. He didn’t want his hand there, he wanted his dick there. Pushing, touching, easing though her pussy into that hot heaven promising ecstasy.
    Derrick removed his hand. Wanting more, he moved back and flipped her onto her hands and knees. He mounted her from behind and reached a hand around to continue teasing her clit. Without giving her a chance to protest, he thrust deep, grunting his pleasure when she screamed and came around him. Her pussy sucked him deeper, and he wasn’t surprised when he found his own release moments later.
    She was still pulsing around him when he leaned down and put his mouth over the bruise he’d left on her. He couldn’t stop himself from biting, drawing the smallest amount of blood that only confirmed what he knew. She was Circ, and she was his…just for right now.
    Still high on lust, it took him a moment to clear his head. When he did, he realized he had done more than mark Sabrina’s neck. Her wrists, arms, and breasts had bruises on them.
    Derrick had never in his life manhandled a woman who didn’t want it, and he should have been horrified at what he’d done. Derrick the man was.
    His beast purred.
    “You okay?” was all he could manage.
    “You’re doing that cat thing again,” Sabrina mumbled as she backed her ass tighter against him, clutching his cock inside her. “You feel so damned good. I want to rub myself all over you.” Turning to look over her shoulder, she blinked up at him with lazy satisfaction.
    His worry that he’d hurt her faded. “God, what did you do to me?” She ran her tongue over her teeth. “My teeth are really sharp.”
    “It’s not me, honey. It’s your beast coming out to play.” He rotated his cock inside her.
    “Damn, girl. I’ve never been this horny, not in all the days I’ve been Circ. I just came twice, and I want to fuck you again. Pearl must have given you some magic juice, because you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever kissed.”
    She shuddered under him, so much smaller and softer. So much paler. He sobered in the darkness, no longer so lost in his needs that he didn’t see how much more dangerous she was to him now. How damned appealing he found her, despite knowing she worked for Pearl.

    Trying to shake free of his dark thoughts, he resolved to remain in control. “You’re so sleek and pretty.” He stroked her back, pleased when she arched into him. “You going to purr with me, honey?”
    “I don’t know,” she said, getting her wind back. “You going to beat me if I don’t?” He flexed inside her. “Oh, baby, I’d love to beat you. To spank that ass bright red, before I fuck it.”
    She stilled, and he smiled.
    “What, Sabrina? Never been ass-fucked before?”
    “No, and I plan to keep it that way.” She wiggled her hips, as if to dislodge him.
    “Please. You’re not going anywhere unless I let you.” He loved that fact. “I’m in charge, honey. Remember that, and we’ll get along. Where do you belong, Sabrina? You said it before. Say it again. Whose are you?”
    She shook her head and tried to move away, but he wouldn’t let her.
    “We can stay here all night. In fact, we can wait for Hale and the others to join us. I bet they’d love a piece of this ass.” He palmed her cheeks, aware she trembled, and not from fear.
    Arousal drenched the air around them, both his and hers.
    She swore. “I’m yours, dammit.”
    He chuckled and spanked her, because he could.
    She shook and moaned, and then pissed him off when she added, “I’m yours, or now f-.”
    “Uh-uh, princess. That’s no way to behave. Let’s work on that obedience, hmm? After I drain my