Free Prowl (Pride Riders Book 3) by Kassanna Page A

His fingertips dug into her ass as he propelled her up.
    Short pants escaped through her slightly parted lips. His leg muscles strained under the rigorous movements and the vest clung to his sweat-laden skin. Their rhythm formed, and his biceps bulged as he directed her movements. Coils of warmth curled through his body. A piercing sting sent a sharp pain through his back. He ignored the discomfort and glanced down watching his dick completely disappear into Bane’s sheath. She arched back and her shirt rose up, exposing dusky brown nipples. He braced his forearm across her back to secure her in place and leaned forward to suck a rigid bud between his teeth. Bane trembled in his arms, as locks of her hair brushed his skin.
    He rubbed the edge of his teeth over her nipple and loud yips rent the air. He thrust deep, splaying one palm across her ass to keep her hips at the right angle to thrust deep. His body heat intensified, as if he burned from the inside out, and his heart hammered with such ferocity he was sure it would burst through his chest. Bane’s legs dropped and dangled by his sides. He moved from one taut tip to the other and circled his tongue around her areola.
    Ari lowered his lids and white-hot flashes crossed them. In his mind, his beast opened its mouth, sharp teeth protruding from almost black gums. Ari raised his head and opened his eyes wide. Bane pulled herself upright and met his gaze. Her honey badger was close to the surface; he could see the animal in her features. She smiled and triangular razor-sharp teeth filled her mouth.
    Bane leaned forward. Her body flush to his, he became aware of every gentle curve. He dropped his arm lower to keep them intimately connected. His cock throbbed in her channel. Satisfaction coursed through him. She nuzzled his jaw and kissed the tendon in his throat before biting down. Warmth flowed over his cock and she pumped her fists on his chest as her body shook. His world shattered, and his seed flowed into her channel. She slumped against him.
    Ari reached down and caught her under the knees. Gently he cradled her against his chest and carefully made his way up the stairs with his jeans dragging along behind him.
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    Bane turned over and her legs tangled in the sheets. Sunlight poured into the room from above and she had to blink several times to focus.
    Where was all the eye-searing glare coming from?
    She lifted her head and glanced around. The room didn’t have any windows. Falling back against the mattress, she looked up. Half the angled ceiling was glass. Thin branches with spindle-like leaves danced beyond the skylights. After a sigh, she sat up and took in her surroundings.
    The bed took up most of the room, with just enough space around the frame for leg room on the sides. A large trunk, not quite the width of the mattress, hugged the foot of the bed. She swung her legs over the bed’s edge and her feet touched cool wooden planks. Gathering the sheet around her, she stood and walked to the open doorway.
    His home had an open floor plan. A loveseat with several pillows of various sizes was against one wall and next to it was a narrow table. Two keyboards and multiple monitors were on the surface. A desk chair was spun around and pushed back slightly from the table. Oversized rugs in shades of reds and oranges lay parallel to each other. A refrigerator and narrow stove in the tiny galley kitchen were to the left of Aristotle. He stood at the sink with his back to her. Suddenly he wiggled, and then grunted as he rubbed soapy hands over his jean-clad ass.
    An overstuffed chair in the corner and a long low bookshelf stacked with hardcovers lined the wall abutting the doorjamb. A heavy, plank door bolted together with black iron bands; she assumed it was the structure’s entrance. Carved into the wood was a tree starting with roots that began near the floor and extended up with branches reaching the clouds. The etching was beautiful. She ambled toward it and