Free Primal Heat 1 by A. C. Arthur

shifted again. A second, maybe two, his shoulders shook, gold, then green, then gold again.
    He growled in the next instant, baring those sharp-ass teeth, basically telling her to hold on, the ride was about to begin. Nivea gripped the comforter in her hands tightly and tilted her hips, more than ready to receive him. She held his gaze. “Now.”
    His thick, hot length was inside her so fast Nivea would swear she saw stars. The instant stretch of her skin, the fullness pressing quickly into her, sliding along the essence-coated walls, had her body shaking and her lips spreading in a grin. This was how she’d expected it to be, just what she’d known he would be like. It was perfect.
    Until he wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her up off the bed and onto his lap, quickly changing their positions. Her first instinct was to gasp as the length of his long, thick cock pressed farther inside her. Next was to hold onto his shoulders to keep from tipping over. Then, he bit her. Those sharp incisors touching the tender skin of her upper breast, just above her nipple. It was a strong enough sting, to ensure he’d broken skin, and lightning bolts of pleasure entered her bloodstream.
    “Ride,” he ordered when he lifted his head, touching those teeth to her ear. “Ride me like you want everything I’ve got.”
    It was an order and a dare, given in a way that only Eli could. There was no room for argument and if she cowered, there would be no living it down, no taking it back. Not that she wanted to. Nivea let her hands rub up and down Eli’s arms, right over the slight ripple in his skin where his tat was emblazoned. The connection had her own tat, on the back of her left calf, twitching. Cat connecting with cat. Coming up on the heels of her feet, she leveraged herself and began to move. Rising high, pulling off his cock until only the tip remained ensconced in her heated core, then dropping down, sucking him in completely once more. Eli didn’t make a sound, but his muscles bunched beneath her hands and she continued. Up and down, up and down, until her essence dripped down onto him, her breasts beginning to sweat, her breathing coming in quick pants.
    Tossing her head back, Nivea rode the delicious wave that would soon carry her to complete bliss. Every nerve ending buzzed with the pleasure, the intense desire reaching its full culmination. This felt so right. He fit so securely inside her. He knew what she needed, just as she knew what he craved. He’d wanted hot and fast, she’d given him the exact scenario she’d dreamed of. When he closed his eyes and looked away she frowned, grinding her hips down on him.
    “Look at me, Eli,” she told him.
    “Just ride,” was his tight response.
    Nivea shook her head. “No. You look at me. See that I’ve got you. Whether in the field or in this bed, I’ve got you, Eli. I want you and I’ve got you.”
    “No!” he yelled instantly, lifting her off him before she had a chance to react, to defend.
    Nivea instantly felt the loss, her heartbeat almost stopping at the disappearance of what she’d wanted for so long. She felt momentarily confused, blinking her eyes to try and refocus. But Eli didn’t give her the chance. He was off the bed, standing at the side, reaching for her once more. He pulled her by the ankle until she was sliding off the bed as well, his big hands moving roughly down her neck to her breasts where he cupped her tightly, then down her torso to her hips where he reached around and squeezed her ass. He slipped down the crease until she was bucking, opening for him. His fingers pressed hard, deep into her pussy, then coming out, spreading her essence back toward her ass. Over and over he did that until Nivea’s knees began to shake, her head lolling forward, forehead touching his shoulder.
    As quickly as he’d moved before, he turned her so that his dick was pressed along the now-dampened crease. He put a hand to the small of her back and pressed