I loop one leg over his, opening to him, and he groans as two of his fingers slide inside me. My channel pulses at the sudden penetration, and his hips jerk like I’m squeezing his cock instead.
“Frix,” he curses crisply. Then he sinks his teeth into the base of my neck.
He was right about it hurting. It’s a sharp slice of pain as he latches on, but then a strange euphoria bubbles up and overtakes it. This isright. I can feel it.
I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe Nik, who I thought could barely tolerate me, is my fated mate. All his growly stomping around and pushing me away was because he was obsessed with me, not because he hated me. I wish I’d known. Wish I’d wrapped my arms around him sooner and told him everything was going to be okay.
His fingers start to move as he pumps them in and out of me, mimicking the motion of his hips and stealing all my thoughts. His movements are athletic and coordinated even though it’s clear he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s operating on instinct, exploring what feels good to him, chasing what makes me moan. And his instincts are really fucking good.
He figures out really quickly where my sweet spot is, curling his fingers inside me and rubbing against it relentlessly until I’m a whiny, sloppy mess. Without pressure on my clit, I can’t quite get there, though, so I reach down and rearrange his hand until the heel of his palm provides the firm friction I need.
Ungh.It’s delicious.
“Yesss,” I hiss out as it all comes together. The sting of his bite, the sounds he’s making as he tastes my blood. The warm buzz of my clit as he coaxes it toward climax. The gut-satisfying plunge of his deft fingers. And the sexy-as-fuck roll of his hips that tells me his dick is gonna besogood when I get it. “Please don’t stop. Please. Right there, keep doing that.”
I cling to him, my fingers digging into his bicep as I shatter into one of the most intense orgasms of my life. My limbs jerk and shudder as my pussy clamps on his fingers and my eyes roll back, and the whole time, he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even hesitate, just finger-fucks me through the last little aftershock.
When it’s over, he raises his head, eyes glittering. “Alara,” he says hoarsely, calling me his fated queen for the first time. I still can’t believe this is happening to me. He pulls his fingers out of my pussy, leaving it empty and grasping, and stares at their gleaming wetness like it’s his first look at a new continent.
“Yeah, you did that,” I say, grinning. He grins back with red-tinged teeth, utterly feral and triumphant. Then he looks down at himself and winces, plucking at the fabric of his trousers where a wet spot is growing. The poor guy came in his pants again.
“Does every lesson end with my humiliation?” he asks ruefully.
“It’s a compliment,” I assure him. The compliment isn’t him losing control. It’s that he waited for me because he didn’t want to waste time on anyone else. He didn’t want to give them a scrap of his interest or desire, because he was saving it all for me. So every little awkward, virgin moment is the biggest compliment I can imagine.
“Lesson Three will be different.” He sounds downright cocky about it.
I steal a kiss that’s flavored with iron. “Probably not, but that’s okay.”
“It will be. I’m a warrior, Delphie.”
“The apprentice thinks he’s a warrior, right?” I tease gently.
“I am only an apprentice in some things. In others, I’m a great warrior. Maybe the best. Do you know how I became one?”
“Hard work?”
He bobs his head, agreeing. “Diligent practice. Many hours each day, for years. You know what that means.”
“What does that mean?” I squeak, because I genuinely don’t know anything except that the intense way he’s eyeing me makes me squirm. Surely, he doesn’t mean hours per day practicing...that.
“It means it’s time to train.”
Chapter 17
Nik
Her lessons make my head swim and my cock go off, and I need to master both if I’m going to please her. My Alara, my Delphie. Mine, her taste between my teeth and her scent all over my hand, as it should be. I can almost forget my objections to taking a queen. The monster in me is greedy for more, costs be damned to R’Hiza.
“Lesson Three,” I demand, gaze fixed on the slightly swollen place at the base of her throat where I made my claiming bite. I dip down to lick it, and a shiver ripples through her.
“A new lesson? I thought you wanted to practice what you’ve already learned, apprentice.” She says the word not to diminish but with tender pride behind it.
I hum against her skin before pulling back. “I want to please you. If you feel I have not mastered Lesson One or Two, then I will repeat them. But I am eager to learn more.”
She laughs, the sound bright and easy. “I think I need a breather, and you probably do, too.” She slides her hand over the front of my stained trousers, and my cock responds instantly.
“I will get you a breather from the spaceport if you require one.” I feel as impatient as my stiffening cock. “I am used to the air quality.”
