She asked for it

Susan's vision whited out. The stretch burned, her muscles protesting the sudden invasion as he bottomed out with a satisfied grunt. The crowd's cheers surged around them, coins clattering at their feet. The Voraxian didn't wait for her to adjust. He pistoned into her with a rhythm like a jackhammer, his free hand gripping her jaw to wrench her head back. "Sing, little meat," he snarled into her ear.

Her toes curled as he hit a spot that sent electric sparks up her spine. The pain bled into something hotter, sharper—her nails dug into his forearm as her body betrayed her, clenching around him. The Voraxian chuckled, a wet sound like gravel in a blender, and bit down on her shoulder. Copper flooded her mouth where she'd bitten her own lip.

Susan's thighs trembled as the Voraxian finally pulled out with a wet sound that echoed through the suddenly silent pit. His claws dug into her hips where he'd held her steady, leaving darkening bruises in their wake. She swayed on her feet, her knees threatening to buckle—until Adam caught her elbow, steadying her with a grip that said I've got you without needing words. The Voraxian sniffed the air between them, his piggish nostrils flaring at the scent of sweat and sex. "Little human takes knot better than expected," he rumbled, wiping his still-hard length on a strip of her torn shirt.